Saanvi 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...
As I stand on the terrace the cold breeze flows past me leaving goosebumps in its wake. After sleeping the whole day I feel a lot better, and I am glad for that. Sneezing two hundred times a minute is something I would never want to face again but even I know that's not possible. No matter how careful I am, these daisies find their way to attack me somehow.
The fresh air and the calmness of the night make me involuntarily begin to hum to this one song that has been in my head since last week. It's actually an old song but I recently heard it on the radio in car and now it's not getting out of my head. "Tu hai aasmaan main teri yeh zameen hai... Tu jo hai to sab kuch hai na koi kami hai.... Tu hi dil hai tu hi jaan bhi hai Tu khushi hai .....aasra bhi hai Teri chaahat zindagi hai Tu mohabbat tu aashiqui hai tu aashiqui hai...tu aashiqui hai, tu aashiqui hai..."
Once I finish, a hand suddenly grabs my elbow and twirls me around. I am met with Abhimanyu's dark eyes that are staring down at me and his devastatingly handsome smile. Unable to help myself a smile forms on my lips as well.
"Oho, Shreya Ghoshal! Continue please, why did you stop singing?" He teases. I roll my eyes but my smile remains in place.
"You just shut up. I didn't even know you sung well until that charity dinner party."
He raises his hands in surrender, "I can't help it. It's not like I purposely kept it hidden from you."
"Sure." I drag the word and turn around to look out of the fence.
"Accha listen. I tried ordering food but for some reason my Swiggy app is not working. Do you want to just walk in and eat at some restaurant?" He asks. I think for a moment and nod Yes.
"Okay, let's go."
"Cool. I am going like this only but do you want to change or anything?"
I eye his grey polo t-shirt and sweatpants which look as casual as the sweatshirt and yoga pants I'm currently wearing.
"I'll need to change my pant." I say and rush down to my room as Abhimanyu's laughs echoes behind me. When I am done I join him in the living room and we grab our phones and wallets and switch off all the lights before stepping out of the house. I wait idly as he locks the house door.
When he is done we fall into an easy walk down the road. "The restaurant is barely a ten minute walk from here. And don't worry it's a regular restaurant so it'll definitely have biryani." Abhimanyu assures.
I nod happily. Its commendable how we are easily ignoring last night's events. None of us have even mentioned my divorce idea again. I'll amend that soon though, we need to talk about it.
Saanvi's Outfit
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The restaurant is extremely packed. It's a regular place, looks cozy and warm and a delicious aroma of spices covers the air. A waiter shows us to a table and offers the menu.
"I'll take a chicken dum biryani and chicken tandoori." I say placing my order,
"Chicken tandoori, Full or half?" The waiter questions.
"Half." I affirm and he notes it down. Then looks at Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu puts the menu on the table, "Make that two chicken biryani and please get the chicken tandoori as main course. And for starters we'll take this hara bhara kabab from 'today's special'. "
The waiter writes it down and asks about dessert. Abhimanyu look at me questioningly. "Let's decide after we are done with what we have already ordered." I say. He seems satisfied and pardons the waiter.
"This place is nice." I comment looking around at the ambience and the families, couples and friends that are also having their meals.
"Mom, dad and I come here often." Abhimanyu remarks distractedly as he types something in his phone. In a few minutes he is done typing whatever he was and places his phone on the table.
He rests a hand on the table and looks at my with a funny expression, "There are many things you don't know about me. And I am sure there are plenty things I don't know about you." He says addressing the topic we were talking about back at home.
"That's the thing Abhimanyu. We've known eachother since we were kids but yet we don't know everything about eachother." I confess. Suddenly he stiffens and his eyes harden. He directs his cold gaze at something or someone behind me, looking very intimidating. I turn around to see what has caught his attention.
A group of guys turn their head around so fast I am afraid they pulled a muscle. They all look young, maybe college students.
"What happened?" I ask Abhimanyu.
His cold gaze softens at my question and he mutters something like "so fucking clueless" under his breath but I can't be sure. Before I can ask him what he said he opens his mouth to speak.
"They were just being typical college kids, nothing else." He replies. I look at him in confusion but he covers my hand- which is placed on the table -with his and mouths "let it go."
I withdraw my hand from his when the platonic contact erupts butterflies in my stomach. It seems incredibly rude, but I gotta do what I can. Because feeling butterflies because of Abhimanyu is never a good sign.
"I'll just use the washroom." I tell him and rise up.
As I pass the table of the same group of guys Abhimanyu was glaring at, I hear one of them mumble "Dude stop checking her out, her husband or boyfriend whoever that man is will kick your ass." "Can't help it. She's totally my type." another says in a hushed voice.
I hide a smile listening to their conversation. Abhimanyu didn't want them to check me out. Why does that make me so happy? Nope. Not supposed to make me happy. Not at all.
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