Riansh FF - Meri bewasi ka bayan hai

TEASER

       Republic day bonus , it's a teaser of the next part called ' The curtain rises'    

Vansh was not there tonight. She was informed , he was attending some party related to work . It would be twice in a row after Samrat's party  . But riddhima didn't know what to feel about it .. One part of her was relieved concerned to the differences they were having . The other stupid part ,  kinda missed him .

Scrolling carelessly through her feed , riddhima started liking some meme pages . When a Video call request from Vansh , startled her . God , she wanted to press the decline button , but on their own accord her index finger went on to press the green one . It was so sudden that , she couldn't gather the courage to face him and her husband's handsome face filled the screen of her iPad .

" Hello , jaan "

Vansh's voice like that of a sin reached her ears , as she took in his sprawled up form on the big sofa . Looking like a big banquet hall , full of people who seemed to love the party - provided as his intresting background .

" Hmm " she said hesitantly pressing a pillow to her chest . " Why , " rubbing her lips unintentionally with her thumb she added

" why have you called ? "

" Coz , I was hiccuping like crazy . Thanks to certain someone "

Biting one side of lower her lip , riddhima threw the pillow at her side only to glare him . In answer to which Vansh grinned . Theh rubbing his beard in a suggestive move whispered

" Are you probably missing me jaan "

Her cheeks turned red . Like a thief caught during stealing -she cut off his call , not before being presented with his deep dark chuckle .

iPad put safely on the side table , riddhima got down from the bed and went towards the cup board to take her clothes for shower . And  hurriedly , while taking a fresh towel , something fell down on the floor

Riddhima furrowed her brows remembering the parcel meant for her now lying at her feet . Being lost in all her problems , she almost forgot about it . Then , it was really not necessary for her to open the parcel . But the curiosity did the trick . As dropping the idea to take a bath , she now plopped on the bed with the parcel . On top of which it read .

To - Riddhima Raisinghania ....

" Sender ???? "

Riddhima asked to particularly ,no one in the room . But there was no name of the sender . With her slender fingers she tore at its sides , ripping the plastic cover to find a beautiful wooden box .

" Arey wah , kitna pretty box hai "

Muttering , she went on to open it . Surprisingly to find a really old picture in it worn by the sides .

" What type of joke is this . Is anybody  pranking me ?"

Irritated , she lifted it up to look it closely . Only to find a middle aged man with a laughing and cheerful girl in his arm . Though the picture was colour full , but didn't appear as recent .

Thinking it to be a joke someone has pulled on her , riddhima was about to toss it when , her gaze fell on her reflection in the mirror accidentally . Then on the picture .

" Oh god "

she gasped ,as riddhima found herself staring at her own image caught in the embrace of a seemingly middle aged man. She squinted, trying to recognise .

" Mr Ahuja ......."

She whispered . Having been met him the previous night in samrat's party . But you can't forget a man like him . Then Mr Ahuja was so over the place at Samrat's party that it was impossible not to notice him .

And suddenly she remembered the look of recognition on his face . What he had called her ?

"Noor ....."

" Yeah , Noor "

Trembling she turned the photo backwards only to find something written in a foreign language she couldn't understand ..................