got my wedding dress

“You say, getting happy with their happiness, crying in their sorrows, celebrating their success, wiping their tears is called true love… but I say along with this all, cleaning one’s mess also falls under true love… come on think deep not everyone will ever clean your mess… I mean it...”

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She saw his hand raising and felt his breath on her forehead. She gulped hard not knowing what he was going to do.

“Um… I…” with her eyes fixed on his shoes she stammered before Shishir opened the door and said, “there… get in.”

When he stepped back after opening the door, Ojaswi’s heart was at ease. She breathed in relief and got inside the car. She tried to collect her gown inside so that he could close the door but she was not able to get them all.

Shishir rolled his eyes and breathing heavily in anger, he collected all her gowns and pushed them inside before slamming the door in rage.

“Where are we going?” questioned Ojaswi buckling her seatbelt.

Shishir didn’t reply and started the engine. Ojaswi felt awkward for questioning him.

As the car got further, Ojaswi tried to break the silence between them which was hovering making the environment more awkward.

“Um! I have done what you have asked me to do… now it’s your turn to…” 

“One month…” Shishir in his cold tone muttered.

“I beg your pardon?” Ojaswi blurted.

“One month you have to stay with me,” replied Shishir without looking at her.

“What? But that was not in the contract,” biting her lips Ojaswi said.

“This marriage is the contract. I can add the condition wherever whatever and whenever I want. You have to do them all or else… You know what happens,” Shishir warned shortly glancing at her with his solemn piercing eyes.

Ojaswi hastily nodded her head and agreed, “okay, okay, I will do whatever you want.”

“Good…” Shishir mumbled and increased the speed to full which made Ojaswi clutch the seatbelt tight and shut her eyes.

“Will, will, will you please slow down… I… I cannot…” she stammered not being able to speak the full sentence.

Shishir rolled his eyes and mumbled underneath his breath, “look how good she is in pretending.”

“Please… stop… please,” feeling sick she pleaded but Shishir didn’t and tried to enjoy her panic attack.

She felt her stomach rolling up and felt like it had come to her throat. She covered her mouth with one hand and with the other rolled down the glass. Taking her head out she began to throw out.

“What the hell…” Shishir parked the car at the side and in anger glared at her who was still throwing out.

He got down from the car and walked to the other side. Ojaswi sat back feeling so weak. When he was about to open the door, he saw the mess on the door and got more furious.

“Open the door…” he roared.

Ojaswi hastily opened the door. 

“Come out…” he glared at her.

Nodding her head she slowly got down pulling up the gown making sure not to let it get messy with the mess she had created. She was feeling dizzy but tried not to get her attention to it.

“Look… what you did? Look at the condition of my car. Do you have any idea what you have done?” he started to yell at her.

With tears emerging in her eyes, she lowered her head and started to apologize, “I… I am sorry… I asked you to stop but you didn’t stop. I cannot stand speed… I felt like my stomach had rolled up to my throat. I couldn’t control so…”

“Can’t stand speed…, My foot… how can you be this perfect in acting?” Shishir grumbled stepping close to her.

Ojaswi stepped back, seeing him getting closer. The fear crept inside her and suddenly she felt her head heavy. She held her head. Gradually everything started to blur. She lifted her head and glanced at Shishir who was darting at her with his furious eyes.

Even his face was blurred. She didn’t know what was happening and rolling her eyes all white she lost her consciousness. She was about to fall hard on the ground but Shishir held her in his arms.

“What the hell…” he crushed in rage.

Then patting her cheeks, he called out, “hey… hey…” but she didn’t open her eyes.

He held her in his arms and keeping her inside the car closed the door very carefully making sure not to get his hand dirty with her mess. He then hurried to the other side and slipping inside drove the car away.

When the car halted in front of a high building, Shishir got down hastily and shouted, “bring a bottle of water…”

The hotel boy ran inside the hotel and came back in no time with a bottle and towel in his hand. Shishir took the bottle from his hand and splashed it on the door where Ojaswi had created a mess. He then handed back the bottle and taking the towel he opened the door.

Holding her in his arms, he commanded the boy, “call the doctor…”

He took her to his presidential suite and laid her on a king-size bed. Pacing back and forth he waited for the doctor. He had no idea why he was getting overwhelmed with her condition. He was not supposed to get worried for her but it was happening automatically and he had no control over it.

When the door opened and a man in white entered inside with the hotel boy, Shishir glanced at the boy and instructed, “treat her and get her whatever she needs.” 

He then made his way out of the suite but as he reached the door, he turned around and said, “and get her changed. Whatever happens, no need to call me. Tell her to deal with it by herself and don’t let her go anywhere.”

“Yes, boss…” the boy nodded before Shishir walked away.

As he got down, to the parking lot, he glanced at his collection of cars. Suddenly, a guard approached him and handed him the box and said, “boss, your car has been sent for cleaning. And this box was left behind."

Taking the box from his hand, Shishir glanced at it solemnly. 

“Key…” he said, extending his hand towards the guard.

The guard hastily took a bunch of keys from his pocket and was in a dilemma which to hand him. Shishir himself picked the key and pressing the key, walked towards his Lamborghini. 

He slipped inside and placed the box on the dashboard. As he started the engine suddenly his cell phone rang. When he fetched the phone and glanced at the caller ID which wrote 'Scarlett,' he rolled his eyes before pressing his phone against his ear.

“Hello! Sweetheart... I got my wedding dress and can you believe it is crafted with pure ocean pearls… I can't wait to wear it and post the pictures on Instagram…"