Novels by Rithika venkateshan

Author's pov It's been exactly 22 Days since Anjali sat and looked at her Husband in peace because of how busy life had become for them.The mornings were no longer slow; they were rushed, and they had to buzz around like bees to be in time for their respective jobs! Afternoon phone calls were still on, but was it the same as before? That was the question here!And at a time when the world rested, they both lay in their little home in each other arms talking about how days went by.They were back in Bangalore in two days from London! Although Selva was in touch with them something stopped Anjali from being herself like usual with him and she knew why it was solely because of the hurt she saw in her husband's eyes for a fraction of a minute.She still hadn't grasped the hidden meaning behind her brother's words, with Arun working extra on their bakery, practising for the show. Anjali thought it was about his career that Selva spoke and Arun was hurt!On the other hand, something was o

Author's Pov The atmosphere was nothing but chaos! The results for the second round were out, and Kiran and Kavya were on cloud nine! After all, they were first this time, but our Arun and Anjali were not demotivated since they were second. They were still selected for the third round, which was in Chennai itself! If something distracted them from the situation then it was the fact that they were currently in London and Anjali had met her brother who showered her with hugs and everything he could.The last two days! Anjali barely sat alone with her brother and sister-in-law following her everywhere.Been three days since they reached London, and today Anjali had grabbed her husband and her little niece Swetha along with her tasting different cuisines, visiting places and finally sitting outside on her brother's lawn Arun had been there for every madness Anjali had stored in.Though she was always there! Though she made sure he was included in everything they did! Arun somehow misse

Author’s Pov A month later Arun’s birthday! It was easier to tell people to Forgive but standing in the shoes of a person to forgive someone is always hard. It's the same thing with Arun! He knew it was his brothers who sent a freaking hitman to attack him! … he understands why they wanna attack him god forbid he gets it but how dare they get the mere idea of even attacking his wife? He had everything in hand, yet he couldn't do anything! His mother had begged him not to file a case against his brother, but how could he stop his blood from boiling in anger? Thanks to his wife, who did everything to distract him from it! Right now, he was smiling as he imagined Anjali sitting behind the bike he had just purchased from a second-hand dealer. It was a black pulsar, a vehicle for travelling was a necessity for them and Anjali and Arun chose this bike at first glance. Ever since the show aired on television, people had the craze to visit his bakery at least to click pictures with him

Author's Pov"How do I look?" Anjali asked and like always Arun smiled at her folding his arms across his chest.It was always rare to see her dress up in a saree but when she did it was always magical like the first time to him.He stood up and walked to her in complete awe! She wore a pink cotton silk saree, earrings that matched her saree, and a tiny black Bindi on her forehead—as if this wasn't enough to make him weak! She wore the bangles he had gifted her at the beginning of their wedding. He noticed that she loved wearing them almost every chance she got, and Arun loved watching the bangles adore her wrist. Hence, he saved her name as a bangle in his contract.Back to the beauty in front of him, she kept looking at him for some words but our bro was still busy crushing over his wife. Arun lifted his hand, forming a loose fist with his fingers and moving it in a circle in front of her face, once, twice before sharply flicking his fingers away, like he was physically throwing aw

Author's PoVA week passed in a blur! Preparations for the London second round were in full swing. Selva was the happiest to know that he was finally getting to see his little sister.Right now Anjali stood in their kitchen watching the cake, bake in the oven while her husband who was unaware of the surprise she was baking was half asleep.In another 10 minutes, it's Arun's birthday, and Anjali, being the event organiser herself, has no clue what in the holy heaven she should do for his birthday.Throw a big damn party? But who will she invite? They had like 4 friends in total.Go on a trip somewhere? They are going to in a week to London, So that's not work.So she decided to celebrate it in her way! Something small but heartfelt and memorable. She poured her heart and soul and made a small cake which indeed turned out in the size of a cupcake and with so much excitement she walked towards the terrace with the cupcake and a single balloon in her hand where her husband was waiting fo

Author's PoVThe sounds of keys jingling and the sound of rain hitting the ground were all that they heard in the middle of the night.They had just returned from Goa, and it was raining heavily, so heavily that they were both drenched."Achoouu" Anjali sneezed as she pushed a wet hair strap behind her ears and hugged herself more in cold "Someone said, 'Oh, I love the rain! Let's run for it!' and ran like a Bollywood heroine in the rain" Arun said as he unlocked the door"And you like a senseless same Bollywood hero decided to run behind me?"Anjali questioned "And let you trip and fall in the middle of the road?" Arun asked, finally entering the door and pushing it open.As soon as they entered their home, a warm feeling filled their hearts! Their place was not huge, but it was home for them. It made them feel safe. When the world outside felt suffocating, this small space made them feel peaceful.Before Anjali could drop her shoulder bag, she sneezed again. This time, Arun turned