Outside the Blue Crystal Hotel, a Black Mercedes stopped. The door of the car got open revealing a handsome man in a black tuxedo coming out of the car. Turning around he went to the other side of the car and opened the door, a beautiful woman wearing a maroon knee-length dress came out of the car.
The woman gave him a conscious look asking him with her eyes if he's sure about this. The man nodded and they went inside the hotel. The man while walking inside gave a look to his assistant who had been walking by his side. His assistant nodded at him and started walking on a separate way.
The man then turned towards the woman, his wife who was chewing her lips out of tension. He sighed and stopped on his track, she also stopped following his action. She looked at him questioningly, and he blinked at her reassuringly, telling her with his eyes that everything will be fine.
Before she could say anything, another man wearing a black and white suit came near them, probably the manager of the hotel, he informed them Sir Mr. Kunal Rajvansh is here to meet you.
Hearing the name his posture stiffened, and she rubbed his arms comfortingly. He nodded at the manager and took a deep breath. Turning towards his wife he said in almost menacing tone "It's showtime".
Rajvansh House
Abir in his room had been checking account files of his NGO Asha Kiran. He realised the previous month's file is missing. He moved towards his closet to search for it when his eyes fell on a pink article. When he got closer his eyes got widened in shock realising it's the saree he had brought for Mishti as a gift. He closed his eyes reprimanding himself for forgetting it to gift Mishti. Due to marriage and stuff, he completely forgot about it until now.
It's been two weeks since Ketu got married, he and Mishti have gotten so busy in work that they hardly spent their very own quality time. He missed hanging out with her, talking with her freely, without any family or work tension. He remembered last time when they were this free, it was their first date.
A smile made its way on his face remembering about that night, where he and Mishti gave each other a peek into their past lives, the demons they're carrying, the void inside them. Then the fun they had, the suppressed emotions of Mishti, the suppressed pain of his.
He felt closer to her after that date and then his attraction towards her beauty, towards her personality started growing into love. And he knew just by looking in her eyes that she is bearing same feelings for him as he has for her.
His smile widened as he picked up that Saree, a plan started forming in his mind.
Maheshwari House
The doorbell rang, Mishti who had been coming down stairs heard it and started walking towards door. She opened the door and her brows raised in surprise seeing the gift box in the currier boy's hands.
The currier boy asked her that if she's Mishti Agarwal, she nodded her head in answer. The boy asked her to sign some paper and handed her the gift box. She took that gift still confused that who would have sent it, but her doubt got cleared soon.
The note attached on the gift box speaks for its owner itself
"Mere yaar ko shringaar ki zaroorat kaha
Hawaayein aapki zulfon ko chukar aapka chehra nikhaar deti hai
Phir bhi ye tofaa qubool kijiye humari taraf se
