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(previously known as His Innocent Girl)
They say trust is the foundation of love.
But what if a word so simple, yet powerful takes a backseat?
Can a relationship be sustained without it?
To find out, come and dive into the story where a notoriou...
Mature themes ahead. Reader's discretion is advised.
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6 years later.
|Aarish|
[play: breathless by shayne ward]
"..... give a big round of applause for Dr. Mishka Khanna!"
A chorus of claps echoed in the room along with my enthusiastic one when the orator declared my wife's name and with grace and confidence in her posture, Mishka carried herself to the stage to receive the reward for the perseverance she showed when it came to her career.
The chief guest shook her hand and adorned her with five gold medals she bagged for being a topper in subjects like—physiology, biochemistry, pathology, forensic medicine and general medicine, before handing her the convocation certificate. Though she might appear calm to others, I knew her insides were bursting from happiness. Happiness which she always deserved.
Moving behind the podium, she waited for a few seconds for the tumult of clappings to take a pause before beginning with her speech. Nervousness was etched on her face as her eyes reflexively roamed over the crowd in search of me. And when they finally found me, I smiled and blinked at her once in assurance ahead of mouthing 'i love you'.
Maybe it was enough to vanish the anxiety of her as her posture steeled and a soft smile made its way to her lips. She raised her hand to the mic and bent forward. "Ladie–"
"Mom!" Our son's galvanised voice halted her speech, even before she could get started with it. Few people laughed whereas others in our vicinity turned to look at him with mirth in their gaze.
Vyaan, now realising, that he has gained enough unwanted attention to embarrass himself, shrank back in his seat with his chin touching his chest. Beside us, Heer snickered while rubbing her finger on her lips and took a glance at him and Mishka's chuckle reverberated through the microphone. Instinctively, his hand searched for mine before he entangled our pinkies together to take in some kind of strength in order to deal with the so-called embarrassing situation he put himself in.
