Author's POV
A mobile phone buzzes.
"Varun ji, your phone is buzzing. What are you doing? Please, come fast and pick up it." Kirti yelled.
"Pick it up, I'm coming." Varun said from the bathroom.
Kirti took up the call, on screen name displayed, "Vikrant Uncle" She received, "Hello"
"Hello, can I speak to Mr. Varun Sanghvi? " The man said from other side of the phone with old and hard voice.
"Yes, please hold on." Kirti replied.
Varun rushed out and took phone from her hand, "Whose phone?" Kirti shrugged negatively.
"Hello, Varun Sanghvi here."
"Hello, Varun beta (son), I'm Vikrant. Do you remember me?" The old man asked.
"Of course uncle ji, Harman's father." Varun said with smile.
"Yes, Yes, I want to meet you, May I come at your home?" Vikrant said.
"Yes uncle, but you are living in Mumbai, right?"
"Yes, beta." Vikrant laughed.
"Then don't travel so long to Ahmedabad. I will be there to meet you." Varun said.
"Not a bad idea, but I'm already in Ahmedabad. And I want to meet you right now. What do you say? Ummm, May I come to your home now?" Vikrant asked.
"Yes, uncle ji. No need for permission and we are glad that you are coming. Come fast and join us at breakfast." Varun said.
"Okay, I'm at your door, open the door." Vikrant said.
"What? Big surprise." Varun chuckled hearing him. "I'm coming." He added.
"Kirti, please go and open the door, Vikrant uncle is waiting outside of house." Varun said while put on his clothes hurriedly.
"Who is he?" Kirti asked.
"He is my best friend Harman's father."He replied.
"Harman, who died so many years ago." Kirti thought for sometime and asked.
"Yes, that Harman's father. For now please go and open the door." Varun said.
"Okkk, I'm going." Kirti moved out of room.
She opened the door, an old man and a young boy was waiting outside. She welcomed them, "Please, Welcome." Kirti touched the feet of an old man and he blessed her, "Live long, beta." Kirti lowered her head and respected him.
They came inside and sat on the sofa, a maid came with water glasses in a tray. But the guests denied.
Varun came and touched his feet and got blessed from him. Varun sat beside Vikrant and Kirti stood behind Varun.
"How are you and your grand sons?" Varun asked.
"I'm fine, look at me. And this is the youngest grand son, named Veer." Vikrant introduced. Veer joined hands to Varun and Kirti.
"Uncle ji, please let's have a breakfast, we will talk later about other things." Kirti said.
"We just arrive yet. We will do it later. Please let's have some talk." Vikrant said.
"Hmmm, we will talk for the whole day, but fr now, it's time for breakfast. Please." Varun forced them and Vikrant smiled. Everyone left the hall and moved to the dining hall. Nirmal and Ankita also joined them, Khushi is not at home, as she has to attend the classes from early morning.
They all had their breakfast and talked about thier businesses. When they finished, they sat again jn the living hall.
"Uncle ji, You specially came her, Ahmedabad from Mumbai. Something big reason behind it. Please share, if there any problem?" Varun asked confusingly.
Vikrant gazed at Veer and huffed, "Yes, big reason my son." He stopped for a while and said in heavy voice, "Varun, I want to see your daughter as bride of my grand son Harsh."
"Arre, uncle ji. You snatched my words. I thought few days ago, about her marriage. I decided to talk with you about It." Varun said happily with excitement.
Nirmal, Ankita and Kirti have a happy look on their faces. Kirti talked with Varun about Aaina's marriage before few days. Varun told her about Harsh, son of Harman. He is the CEO of HR group of Industries. Well settled business and rich family. Everything is perfect. But she is worried about Aaina's decision and her stubbornness.
"That's great. Where is Aaina? Can I meet her?" Vikrant asked.
"Uncle ji, Aaina's MBA exams are ongoing and she is in USA. She will arrive in India, next 5th of January." Varun informed her.
"What about Harsh?" Varun asked.
"As usual, our Prince is busy with his business. But don't worry about him. He can't refused my wish." Vikrant said.
"That sounds good. If Harsh wants to meet Aaina, he can meet when she is back. and I will give you her number, if they want to talk with each other." Varun said.
"Hmmm, not a bad idea." Vikrant said. He continued after few seconds, "I want to see them married, as soon as possible. Call the priest. Let's do it fast."
"Yes" , Vikrant called the priest and told him to come home now.
Everyone looks happy but Kirti worries of this decision. She knows very well her daughter.
They talked about more topics related to marriage and its planning. When Priest came and took his seat.
Every person greets him. Varun explained him everything and gave him horoscope of Aaina and Vikrant gave him her of Harsh.
The priest praised both horoscopes and said, "They are best for each other, she will be lucky charm for him and he will be lucky one for her."
Again the wind of happiness blew. Now the time of deciding the date of marriage. The priest suggested some dates of this month. But Aaina is coming im next month. The priest said that after 31 January, there is not available of good days to next 3 months.
"No, no. I can't wait for so long, I don't when God send me call letter. I want see my grandson's wedding." Vikrant said.
"Uncle ji, please don't say like this." Kirti said in scolding way.
"Dadu (Grandpa), Bhai is going to France for some business event on next 7th Feb. And he will stay there, at least 1 month due to some business work." Veer, who was silent yet, informed his grandfather, Vikrant.
"Ummm, Panditji (Priest), is there 6th feb available for wedding?" Vikrant asked.
"Yes, available."
"Then what about 6th Feb?" Vikrant asked.
"I don't have any problem. But what about other rituals, like engagement and Mehndi, Haldi and Sangit (music) ceremony?" Kirti aksed.
"Can we skip engagement and musical night?" Vikrant asked in worried tone.
"Yes, we can do it just a hour before of wedding. Is it okay?" Varun suggested.
"Hmmm, and about musical night, we will throw grand reception party, after one month." Vikrant said.
"Okay, that's final." Varun said.
"Varun ji, we should first talk with Aaina?" Kirti said in worried tone.
"I will handle her, don't worry. She will not deny me." Varun winked.
"Destination wedding will be Goa. How is it?" Veer asked in excitement.
"Ummmm, okay but all responsibilities will be yours. Everything have to be managed by you." Vikrant said.
"Okay, Dadu, just give me orders." Verr said with huge smile.
"Then done." Varun said.
"Leave everything on me, Uncle, you just inform me abiut guests, I will manage everything." Veer said to Varun.
"Yes, sure my son." Varun said happily.
Varun looks at Kirti and said to bring Aaina's photos. Kirti gave him few photographs of Aaina. Varun writes Aaina's number behind photograph. And also send some photos to Veer's phone as it's a digital decade.
Veer also send some pics of Harsh and send some on Varun's phone. He also gave Harsh's number.
When they saw the photos, they are perfectly match for each other. Kirti smiles, she heartily wishes that Aaina should agree to marry him.
Their whole day is busy in planning of wedding. Veer and Vikrant left in the evening.
When they left, Kirti worried, "You know your daughter, she will not agree easily. Why you finalized everything?"
"I know, but this is good for her. She has to agree. We will not tell her anything about marriage now. We will tell her to come directly to Goa. We will tell her on previous day of her marriage." Varun said with strong voice.
"This is not good, please don't do this." Kirti said.
"If Harsh calls Aaina? Then what?" Kirti asked.
"I gave him, her India's number, which is currently not working." Varun said.
Tears slipped over her cheeks, Varun wiped them with his thumb pad, "Now mother of my Dhingli just chills."
Varun hugged her beloved wife Kirti.
Third Person POV Veer returned with his Dadaji (Grandfather), Vikrant Rawat. They are travelling in their Rolls- Royce, Vikrant rests his back on the seat of the car. After a few minutes of silence, Veer asked, “Dadu, do you really think that Bhai will agree?”“NO, never. I know Harsh very well, he will not agree, but this time by hook or crook, but I will do his marriage with this girl.” Vikrant replied without opening his eyes.“You know your brother is like coconut. He hides so much pain inside. That’s why he is arrogant, someone’s love will bring him out from his sorrow. He is stubborn, he can do anything to stay away from marriage.” Vikrant added.“Hmm.” Veer nodded his head.Rawat family has a bungalow in Ahmedabad, after a few minutes they reached their bungalow. Veer started his planning for the wedding. He searched for the best wedding planner and other arrangements.“Veer,” Vikrant said.“Ji, Dadu.” Veer said.“Listen, first make a list o
Third Person's POVOne week later....A peon runs hurriedly and shouts, "HR is comi...nnng..."Everyone ran to their respective tables. Who are holding files, their files fallen down due to trembling hands. Everyone started remind what work was given by
Third Person's POVHarsh tried his best to find that girl but he fails. Both families are preparing for the wedding.Finally the wedding days is near. Before one week both family reached at the destination wedding place.Aaina was informed that she has to come directly Goa and Harsh is also informed that he has to come Goa.
Third Person's POVVikrant and Veer searched for Varun. But they didn't find anyone in the porch. Veer asked a waiter about Varun, "Hey, have you seen Varun uncle?"That waiter replied, "They went to Aaina madam's room." The waiter gave him a room number."Ok, thank you." Veer replied and walked inside the hotel.
Third Person's POV"But this time I will not force my daughter to marry." Kirti said."We will talk about it later." Vikrant said and looked at Varun.Vikrant called someone, a man received a call from opposite side and said in his sleepy voice, "Hello."
Third Person’s POVAaina and Harsh don’t know that next morning is coming with big storm. Harsh didn’t imagine that his grandpa can be these serious, and can snatch his all powers. Aaina thinks that her family will forgive her for this step, as she is loved by her family and her family always forgives her for her mistakes.Harsh and Aaina are right at their places, but they were forced for the marriage, so they escaped. But again they are forced to stay together. This time their families didn&rs
Third Person's POV"If you don't mind, will you please book another room for you?" Aaina requested."Ohh, so she is here for the room. How to explain her that I can't book a room as I don't have money." Harsh thinks himself and shook his head.Aaina is still looking at him with the hope.
Third Person's POVSometimes, life takes a turn quickly. Some can't handle it, some can make safe themselves. Harsh is a brilliant mind businessman and also a strong man to beat anyone in the boxing ring.But as per the current situation, he can't move, as others lives are also attached to him. He observed the fear in the eyes of the people travelling with them. He is observing only them.On the other hand, Aaina's courage broke down. She felt fear and she felt that she is alone here, rest all are a couple. She is
Third Person's POV"Harsh, you're tingling me," Aaina giggled like a kid, complaining about Harsh's massage work to him."This is not like you said. I'm massaging so softly and with full care that doesn't harm or especially tingle you," He smiled ear to ear. He added, "Am I right, baby? Tell your mum that I didn't tickle."The baby kicked and she screamed, "Harsh... It's hurting."Harsh laughed, he could feel the baby's movement from her swollen belly. He filled, it kicked.Harsh was applying cream on her belly, suggested by the doctor. So she won't have any scar or stretch marks on her belly after liberation. The gentle massage prevents itching, which is caused because drying and tearing of the skin as it is swollen due to baby bump."Now, it's done," He cupped the big baby bump and whispered, "Good night, champ.""Huh, champ?" She rolled her eyes."Yes, my champ. No matter he or she," He proclaimed.He helped h
Third Person's POVAaina was making a coffee in the kitchen. There was an awkward silence in the home after three days of that incident.Harsh couldn't deal with the situation. He slept late at night and the other time, he spent in his study.She placed a mug coffee in the tray and also a glass of milk, which was half-filled."Hey, cheater. You need to drink milk for your health," Khushi caught her and stopped her."It's very bad, I don't like milk. Please, leave Khushi, " Aaina pouted in a begging tone.Khushi laughed and let her go."Good morning," Darpana greeted Aaina. She was coming with her friend Kavita from downstairs."Good morning," Aaina chirped."Hey, how are you Kavita?" Aaina asked."I'm fine," She replied with a bright smile."If you are not well, get well. Because the flood is on the way to our house," Khushi said laughingly."What was that?" Dylan chuckled, stepping down.
Third person's POV"I never wished that this day would come," Vikrant said heavily. He wiped off his tears from his cheeks."Please, tell me," Harsh tightened his arms around Aaina, who was already hugging him to soothe.*** Flashback ***Harshavardhan Dev, a person with a great positive attitude, talented and brave. He was born in the time when India was ruled by British people.We studied together in college. He was the son of the King, rich enough but there was no ego in his mind.We became friends. He used to share everything with me, I too. Life is going happily.Time passed on, we got married. After freedom, India became very weak. He donated his half of the property to poor people, also land, money etc.His wife wasn't happy with his decisions. But he was taught that live for your people and die for the people. Her anger doesn't affect her.So many years of marriage, they didn't have
# Aaina's POV...As I opened the portfolio, I found an envelope above it. I'm desperate to know. There were diaries or journals of someone, which are looking expensive and elegant. I opened the letter first. I was curious to know what should be in.****My dear FriendVikrantWith many greetings, I'm glad to inform you that I have written my biography as you want. I'm thankful to have you as my best friend, who knows every bad and good sight of mine, which always proved as a comrade for me. You are the one who encouraged me to write it.I have kept my journal in the cupboard, which is in the basement, Our secret place.I'm writing this letter to you as I am not feeling well and I can feel I can not live long. Promise me that you will take care of my Harsh.And I wish, you will not publish this biography as a book and keep it with you as my secret. I can't reveal. the secret of my family publi
Third Person's POV"Aaina, open the door. I'm here, Dadaji," Vikrant knocked on the door of Harsh's bedroom."Dadaji, If Harsh..." She stammered and a sob escaped from her mouth."He is not at home, open the door," Vikrant requested politely.She opened the door."Dadaji, Harsh is..." She almost cried."Don't worry, he is angry because of some business issue. Veer will deal with him. Just calm down and don't cry," He closed her while a small smile appeared on his bright face."Take care," Vikrant said and paced out from there.He asked the driver to drive towards Harsh's penthouse. On the way, he called Veer and Khushi and ordered them to come there.Here, Harsh was desperate to find Aaina. He received emails from Ronit. His eyes sparkled. But soon it turned into surprise.He was informed that Eric and Dylan were in Paris. But their current location was Udaygarh. It caused thunder in his heart.
Third Person's POVHarsh reached Italy but his heart was still in Mumbai. He knows that she is sleeping over nowadays. He left a message for her that he has been reached. His heart was claiming that something wrong but he could never imagine, his wife could be replaced.Vikrant and Khushi were also feeling weird because of her behaviour. She never talked to Sulochna rudely, now she is ordering her in a hard tone. A few days ago she was refusing coffee and some things, which were demanded by her now.Vikrant was in shock that Aaina was losing the game. She never lost against him previously. He ignored that Harsh is not here, that's why she was disturbed.It has been three days, Harsh was working continuously to finish his work as soon as possible.But it was surprising for him, she was continuously chasing him. As he had lunch or not, dinner or not. What work has been done and what is pending? Aaina never does this before. She neve
Third Person's POVAt the warehouse..."Tonight... Umm, Harsh Will leave for Italy," She declared openly."You have told me. What about Aaina?" She asked her."She doesn't want to go, but I don't think, Harsh will let her stay here. After marriage, he doesn't leave her alone for a half-day," She sighed."Do you wanna go to Italy, babe? For your honeymoon," The lady laughed and another one joined her."We are helpless until she comes out of the house," She slammed the table."But we should try to bring her out by hook or crook before Harsh should leave," She smirked."Let's try," She got up and marched to exit.~~~~~~~"Are you sure? You don't wanna come with me?" Harsh slammed hard on the table.She was scared for a while. She stammered, "Harsh, hear me for them once.""Your mum's birthday is important, but this is not the reason. What is the reason?" He softened his voice.
Harsh's POV"Good morning, life," I kissed on her cheek. No effect. She must be tired."I'm leaving for the office," I caressed her cheek and pushed her hair to her back."Okay," She pouted without opening her eyes."How long will you sleep?" I asked."Harsh, Umm... bye, have a nice day," She shuffled her hand, waving me. Still, her eyes are closed.I kissed again on her cheek, and also poured kisses over her face."Harsh," She chided."Let me sleep," She threw a pillow on my face and hid her face with another pillow which was under her head."Okay, I'm leaving. Take care. Have brunch on time, I love you," I pampered her back.Silly girl, how long she wants to sleep. Maybe, she was hell tired, all-cause of her palace visit. She and her stubborn wishes. Why did she need to explore at onetime?I left in my sports car. A smile a the evidence of my happiness of having her. She is mine. Damn, I love her.
Aaina's POVWe had our food on the hefty dining table, which was looking ancient. It was too big that fifty people. The serving style was also like a royal. I was feeling like I'm in the palace of Maharaja Sayajirao Gayakwad. The M. S. university was also built like the ancient palaces. I have seen it when I visited Baroda, unfortunately, that time, I couldn't visit the Laxmi Vilas Palace in Baroda. Finally, I will see the palace and its construction, which was built almost fifty or seventy years ago.We had finished and his phone buzzed. I urge to throw his phone out of this palace.He indicated me to wait. I sat on the big couch placed on the dining hall. There were lamps on every wall. Also, old lanterns and a massive chandelier was hanging on the middle roof of the dining room. The curtains of the room were pulled back and tied with a designer ribbon."Aaina, go with her, I will follow you. I have little work, okay," He said, caressing my cheek