ISHANIIIII
TUM APNI HARKATON SE BAAZ NHI AO GE NA
HAZAR BAR SAMJHAYA HAI TUMHE
FOR HEAVEN SAKE YOU ARE PREGNANT, YOU CANT DRINK
Angre shouted at top of his lungs seeing ishani's careless behaviour
He had entered their room after a hectic day at work and guess what he saw
His darling pregnant wife was sitting on the king sized bed gulping vodka
By the time he had rushed towards her she had already finished half the bottle
This women had taken a swear to ruin this child's life but he won't allow this ever
Snatching the bottle from her hand, angre marched towards the door like an angry bull and placed it on the table present outside the room
I: how dare you middle class servant
I will do whatever i want
Who are you to stop me??
A: iam your husband damn it
I: I don't give a fuck
Do din tum se hans kar baat kya kar li
Tum toh khd ko malik smjhne lag gye
Tum servant the or servant he raho ge
A: I don't care if you give a fuck or not but listen to me very carefully
I will not allow you to ruin this child anymore
You can do whatever you want but only after the delivery
DID YOU HEAR ME
ishani flinched for a second hearing his angry voice but then composed herself
Stomping her heel on the floor in utter anger she picked up her purse and barged out of the room
Whereas angre followed her
Hurriedly wrapping up the meeting that was left pending, vansh turned on the car engine to reach his sweetheart as soon as possible ,
After her breakdown on the road, vansh had gently scooped her in his arms and laid her on their marital bed, whispering sweet nothing to her, calming her down and finally lulling her to sleep
As he had slipped inside the duvet and hugged her tightly, angre had barged on their door informing him that the clients want meeting urgently and he had to leave his sweetheart all alone.
But now as the stupid meeting was finally over, all he wanted was to take his sweetheart in his arms and vanish each and every ounce of pain and guilt that engulfed her being
Parking his car in the basement, he saw a visibly tired angre angrily following his spoilt wife
Vansh sighed in disappointment and grief
The poor man was trying his best to keep a perfect balance between his personal and professional life yet ishani's was not ready to give him even a single moment of peace
Maybe the idea of getting ishani and angre married was never right
He deserved soo much better
Sending a silent prayer to god to knock some senses in his sister, vansh got out of the car and took long strides to reach his room
Unaware of the fact that a surprise rather a shock was waiting for him
His sweet innocent sweetheart- lying on the bed, in nothing but a flimsy extremely transparent purple nighty
Oh gosh,
This was the same nighty he had brought for her as vihaan on her birthday
He still remembered, how her cheeks had turned to the deepest shade of red, as she had tossed it into his side of cupboard and muttered some colourful curses for him
