I reciprocate as I keep looking at the distance. My mother in law is talking to the designer, and my mother is also part of it.
Mini, Rita and Pehu are busy deciding the colours of Sippy's dresses. I'm sitting here with them but my mind is elsewhere.
I rake my eyes around. Sippy's mother is also part of the elder-ladies group. Her relatives are staying in a hotel with her future husband's family.
Do I love him?
This thought runs through my mind. I don't know what I should do. I feel for him. His presence makes me excited. A warmth spread through me, tingling all the way to my toes. I wanna ask. I look at my friends. But I'm not expecting a fair answer. They already like him. My mom! She adore
I swallow a lump of unease. I turn my attention somewhere else. But my gaze turns to the door. "Are you going on a hunger strike?" Mini asks. "Sippy?" I ask her. I haven't seen her since this morning. "They're staying in the villa." She says. "Villa?" I ask, looking at her. "Your husband's Villa." She answers. "My husband!" Sadness engulfs me again. I shouldn't say that. I was feeling good while saying it to him. But I'm feeling worse now. "Are you still thinking over that?" She asks as she runs her fingers in her hair. "Girls! What's about this?" Pehu wiggles her eyebrows as she shows us her new ocean blue dress
I've taken the vows of marriage, I'm his wife, but the last thing I expect is to feel owned. I don't know what kind of relationship I've shared with him. But I look happy with him in the pictures. My friends say the same thing. I wipe the tear as it slips down my cheeks. We returned home after eating my favourite vanilla ice cream, mango ice cream with dry fruits. My mother made the second one for me. Dad brought it for me every weekend. I smiled thinking that was the best moment of my life. It's dark in the room. The lamp light is enough to make everything visible. I could see the pitch dark at some corners of the hall. It makes me cringe. I swivel my neck and rest my right cheek on the pillow. He is sleeping calmly. His biceps are strong, slightly less than m
Gleefully, I glance down at my nail art. It's painted royal blue and silver flowers. "You love your nails?" Sippy asks, smiling. She's wearing a red top with blue sweatpants. She is walking here and there in her room. "Yea," I wiggle my nails at the camera, "See! I love them." "Dress up, Suhana," Mini says, walking into my room. She's wearing a blue lehenga with a pink shade design in it. Her hair is tucked in a small bun at her nape. Her eyes are surrounded by blue eyeliner. "You're looking so beautiful." I pout my lips and give her a flying kiss. "Do you wanna attend her wedding function in your shorts?" She asks as she puts her hand at her waist giving me a stiff look. I shake my head, "But
His answer is electrifying. I don't foresee anyone doing even a small thing for me. When I behold him. He changed my thinking. I feel emotions surging through me. I could feel his love, feelings and emotions for me sitting on the passenger seat. He doesn't look at me. But I could sense his gaze on me. I don't have words now. I was expecting these words from someone else a few years ago. I don't even remember these years. Startlingly, it feels good to know his feelings. I can hope. he won't show his back when I need him. He pulls the car into a parking lot. Quickly, something flashes in my mind, loud music, groups of people, laughter, happy faces. I stare at the Villa. It feels as if I have been here before. The vast green surrounding looks eye-catching.
I'm suffering from dread and terrible feelings. I don't know what she's thinking? She's behaving a bit strange after our dance, in a good way. I could feel love for myself. I'm almost positive. I smile. I pulled over the car in the Parking lot. She's looking nervous. I glance at her. She's still gazing out of the window with a small tug on her lips. "We're home, Jaan." I softly say. I don't wanna startle her. Her neck swivels. She blinks as she throws her gaze over my shoulder. I step out of the car and stride around. I opened the door for her. I love to do little things for her. I advance my hand. Her smile gets bigger. She places her hand on me. Her skin is so soft. I miss feel
"Two functions on the same day!" I murmur to myself with a huge smile. It has been more than thirty minutes, I'm staring at the dresses. I love the dress I wore yesterday. But I can't ask him to buy me a new dress every day. I'm still draped in a towel. "This," Arnav walk in the closet holding agreen lehenga. I stare at the beautiful dress. Something more gorgeous grabs my attention. My husband is looking like a top model in dark brown coat pants and a dark cream shirt. Our dresses are matching. My lehenga's blouse matches his shirt. "You like it?" He asks with a lift up at the corners of his lips. "I-ts beautiful," The dress is so pretty with heavy handwork of colourful topaz, silver thread. &nbs
A sense of being watched pickles along my skin as the hair on my back rises. I glance back, snapping my eyes around. I could get nothing. That feeling is still seated inside me. "Are you looking for me?" Harleen says as she stops before her. She's dolled up in a black shoulderless tight gown, exposing her cleavage. I chose to stay quiet. She snorts when I just stare at her. "I was thinking of you as an intelligent woman." She tightens her red lips. "Should I say, you're not welcomed here?" Mini snaps. She glares at Harleen. Her grip tightens around the glass she's holding. "Your mother is so possessive," Harleen mocks her, twisting her lips. "Stay away from h
Pehu suggested this to me. I hate to see her in pain. But I want her memory to be restored. I couldn't ignore the sheen of pain when she glanced at the counter near the door. I grab the forks and put them on the tray. I unclip the apron and glance at her. She's breathing heavily, "Suhana, what's it?" Immediately, I saunter forward and cup her cheeks. She swivels her neck looking into my eyes. I observe her in concern. "Can we go back to our room? I don't like this place." She says, biting on her trembling lower lip. Tears gathered in her eyes. She blinks staring in my eyes and tears roll down. "S***!" I curl my arm around her waist. Tugging her to my chest, I swipe her in my arms. Her face pressed against my chest and her arms tightened around my neck.
I stare at my image in the mirror. I'm draped into a baby pink gown, pink plump heels, pink lips. I gulp. I never imagined myself in pink colour. It still seems unbelievable that he's behind bars and Harleen helped me. He's found guilty. It has been a month. I don't wanna think about bad memories of my life. I've promised myself to start a new life with my husband. No shadow of my past. We've completed six months of this wedding. Arnav is taking me out, it's another date. He always surprises me and fills my life with happiness. ' My first sight love,' My phone pings, grabbing my attention. I smile, glancing down at his name. I click on it. Arnav brought this dress last night for me. I didn't
She was sleeping when I left for my office. I was waiting for her to make a move. She contacted him via FB when she couldn't get her phone. He called her daily from a private number. It's impossible that I'll put her in danger. When I was in my office. She booked a flight to India. She was doing it again. She was planning to go away without informing me again. "Sir, the plane is ready," Kabir says, walking into my office. I nod my head and grab my phone from the desk. I heave deeply as I dial a number. He answers on the first ring. "Hi, brother." "Are you ready?" I ask. I trace my fingers on the photo frame. Her tongue is stuck out, her eyes are smiling. I glanced at her with a smile. Karan clicked this. Beginni
I'm on the verge of tears. I drop my phone in my handbag. I grab our wedding picture from the nightstand and slip it into the handbag. I sit down on the couch. I grab a paper and pen. ' I'll come home soon. Three or four days! I also need to tell you something. Please, don't get mad like last time. ' I put the pen back. I crack my knuckles. I don't know anything about yesterday. He can do anything, harm me, kill me. I don't know if I'll be able to see my husband again. After knowing what happened in my past, I'm not certain about Arnav. The complicated question is - will he accept me? I'm scared to lose him. After a deep sigh, I throttle the pen between my fingers. I scrub the pen over the paper. &nbs
After they left for California. I returned to our room. I remove my heels and dupatta, putting them on the edge of the mattress. This dress is showing my cleavage. I frown at it. I'm alone in the room. I don't feel it necessary to cover it with a dupatta. I couldn't grope the closet. It's the biggest one. It would take hours. Biting down on my lip, I head toward its door. I swipe the back of my hand over my forehead. I have looked through every possible place. I started from his files, clothes. I couldn't get it anywhere. "Are you looking for something?" I startle and pivot on my heels. He isn't wearing his shirt, only his slacks he wore before
I keep looking at him. My cheek is pressed hard against the pillow. I want it to swallow me. He fastens his cufflinks. There's grace in his every small move. I'm the opposite of him. I'm quarrelsome sometimes, I'm always ready to fight for my rights. He's calm like a calm sea. He handles things with love. He knows to make my anger disappear. I blinked, breaking the spell of my thinking of him. He buttons his waistcoat and grabs his coat from the couch. A chill rakes my body seeping into my bones. The thought of parting from him always frightens me, unsettles me. He inclines down. My nose fills with cedar, sandalwood, Basil. His fingers slide in the back of my head. He pecks on my lips. We greet each other with our genuine smiles. "Don't go anywhere witho
I press my back against the side of the pool and stretch my arms out, gripping the ledge. I haven't felt so stressed before. I can see her from afar. She's still under doss. She should wake up. Pehu couldn't say anything. She doesn't wanna say anything until she talks to her. I stormed out of my office when I got a call from my mother. I clench my teeth. I respect her because she's my mother. She shouldn't do this to her. I shake my head and pull myself out of the pool. I grab the towel and rub it on my nape and head. I slip into a white boxer. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I don't know. Will she remember me this time? I touch her cheek slightly with the
It was a fatiguing day. My feet are aching walking in heels. He didn't leave my side. His arm stayed around me as he's protecting me from something dangerous. I walk over to the pool after changing into shorts, kick off my slippers, and stick my legs in the water. I smile at him. He keeps himself afloat with small movements of his feet and waves of his strong muscular arms on top of the water. Our gazes lock. He slowly closes the gap between us until he’s directly in front of my legs. He places his hand on the edge as he glances up at me. He smiles. He gives a little push to his body, backward. With slow movements of his arm, he slides away from me. He slinks underwater for a few seconds. When he comes back up again, he wipes all his hair out of his forehead. He ra
Pehu suggested this to me. I hate to see her in pain. But I want her memory to be restored. I couldn't ignore the sheen of pain when she glanced at the counter near the door. I grab the forks and put them on the tray. I unclip the apron and glance at her. She's breathing heavily, "Suhana, what's it?" Immediately, I saunter forward and cup her cheeks. She swivels her neck looking into my eyes. I observe her in concern. "Can we go back to our room? I don't like this place." She says, biting on her trembling lower lip. Tears gathered in her eyes. She blinks staring in my eyes and tears roll down. "S***!" I curl my arm around her waist. Tugging her to my chest, I swipe her in my arms. Her face pressed against my chest and her arms tightened around my neck.
A sense of being watched pickles along my skin as the hair on my back rises. I glance back, snapping my eyes around. I could get nothing. That feeling is still seated inside me. "Are you looking for me?" Harleen says as she stops before her. She's dolled up in a black shoulderless tight gown, exposing her cleavage. I chose to stay quiet. She snorts when I just stare at her. "I was thinking of you as an intelligent woman." She tightens her red lips. "Should I say, you're not welcomed here?" Mini snaps. She glares at Harleen. Her grip tightens around the glass she's holding. "Your mother is so possessive," Harleen mocks her, twisting her lips. "Stay away from h