I enter Abhimanyu's room and look around. "Make yourself comfortable, beta. Abhimanyu will be coming soon." Gayatri aunty says as she brings my suitcases inside the room.
"Yes aunty." I say and smile at her.
She shakes her head, "Aunty? You should call me mom now, just like Abhimayu does." She encourages.
"Right. Ok, mom." I test the word and she grins with triumph.
"Ok then, have a good night." She says before shutting the door softly.
I place the suitcases beside the bed and sit in the corner couch. The room is beautiful, looks cozy, and smells like something woodsy and spicy. I haven't ever been in his room before this. It feels extremely weird.
Not dwelling on the thought, I begin to remove the heavy jewellery, followed by the heavy veil and my sandals. I quickly put them into my suitcase and just as I am zipping it up, the door opens loudly and my brand new husband, Abhimanyu Malhotra steps in. He looks at me with a weird expression but without saying a word walks to the cupboard pulls out a fresh pair of clothes and goes into the bathroom.
Deciding that waiting for him will take a long time, I change out of my lehenga and slip into pajamas and a tank top. While I wipe the makeup off my face with a cleanser, the bathroom door opens revealing Abhimanyu in all his shirtless glory. He is only wearing sweatpants and has a towel around his neck, his bare torso is visible for whoever wants to look.
He does have a good body, though. I never thought Abhimanyu would have abs but I guess I was wrong.
"Put on a shirt." I tell him and go back to what I was doing. He looks at me and smirks, "Why? You aren't able to control yourself after seeing me like this?" He teases, removing the towel from around his neck.
"How funny. There's nothing about you I find even remotely tempting Abhimanyu, don't flatter yourself."
He shrugs and answers, "I am not putting on a shirt. This is how I sleep, deal with it."
I huff and grit my teeth. Annoying idiot.
"Anyhow, it shouldn't matter to you since you won't be sleeping here." He says suddenly. I stop my movement and turn to look at him, shocked. What does that mean.
"Excuse me? Then where do you suggest I sleep? with your parents?" I ask.
"We have five rooms in this house, out of which two are guest rooms. I am sure you can find a place." He says, his know-it-all tone only adds adds to my annoyance.
"Wow! How smart of you. But have you thought even once how your parents will feel when they know you kicked me out of your room?" I ask smugly.
He clenches his jaw and his eyes narrow to slits. "Fuck off, Saanvi! I really don't care what they think right now okay?"
Woah! That was rude. "Stop swearing Abhimanyu. And keep it down please, people are trying to sleep in this house."
"Stop telling me what to do. You have no right." He scolds.
"Incase you haven't noticed, I am kind of your wife so..." I retort.
That sets him off, he looks grits his teeth and points at me accusingly. "You are not my fucking wife, Saanvi." His eyes rage,
"This marriage means nothing to me, I married you only to fulfil my Dadaji's promise. I do not accept you as my wife Saanvi Rajput." He says his voice dripping with anger.
"There's a girl in my life and she's the one I love."
He has a girlfriend? I hide my surprise at his sudden outburst. "Does it look like I care? I married you because of the same promise. I do not accept you as my husband either!"
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Promised Love
RomanceSaanvi Rajput and Abhimanyu Malhotra have been sworn enemies since they first met at ten years old, so the last thing they ever expected to be were husband and wife to eachother. But all thanks to a promise made between their grandfathers years ago...
