Harfan Maula ✓

2.1 • 31 Weds 21

Alankrita Abhimaan Singh Ranawat.

Sounds intimidating?

To Alankrita, yes, it was intimidating. That she was married at the age of 21. That her husband was a decade older than her, he was 31-year-old. That her husband was the heir of the Ranawat family, her foster family. That she was yet to talk with him face to face.

"Aloo!" Yuvraj barged into her room. "Yaar, what have you done with yourself?" He put his hands on his hips, looking amusingly strict.

"What did I do?" She asked, remaining seated in front of the dressing table.

"Why you have applied so much makeup? You look horrible. Abhimaan Bhai-sa will run back to London if he saw you look like this."

"Yuvi yaar, I didn't like this makeup and heavy jewelry. But Dadi Maa gave me a long lecture about how a newly married woman should put extra effort to look appealing to her husband, or he will lose interest in her very soon."

"This is ridiculous. Just ignore that old woman. You are too cute to be ignored." He pulled her cheeks while standing behind Alankrita and smiling at her through the mirror.

"Yuvi, umm... do you know what type of person he is?" Alankrita asked shyly.

"He? Who?" Yuvraj very well knew whom she asking about, but he loved teasing his best friend.

"My husband." She lowered her gaze.

"Honestly, I know nothing about him. He was five and I was not even born when Dad's elder brother and his father shifted to London to extend business there. And Abhimaan Bhai-sa came to India only now, for his marriage." He replied.

"He never thought to come back to India even after his parents' death?" Alankrita asked.

"No, maybe because London was home to him since his young days. He must be attached to that city."

"And because of that now I have to leave India." She pouted thinking she had to leave everything back for her husband of hers who hasn't shown up yet after the wedding rituals ended.

"Aye, think of it as an opportunity. You'll get to complete your studies at a prestigious British university." He ruffled her hair.

"Yuvi! Don't mess my hair. Dadi Maa will again scold me" She shouted at him.

"Your 70-year-old Dadi Maa is my granny as well if you remember. I'll manage with her later." He put his hands on her shoulder, as assurance.

"Yuvraj..." They heard him.

Abhimaan Singh Ranawat.

There he was standing at the entrance of the room, with a stern look. His eyes darted at Yuvraj who had his hands on Alankrita's shoulders.

Alankrita quickly got up and stood beside Yuvraj. She turned nervous seeing her husband.

"Yuvraj, I need to talk to my wife in privacy. Will you please leave your best friend alone for now?" His tone was polite yet stern in a very strange way. He was requesting from his cousin, but Yuvraj's consent hardly mattered to him.

Yuvraj nodded and walked out of the room. But before leaving he turned around and winked at Alankrita, beckoning towards Abhimaan whose back was facing him.

Alankrita tried hard not to react to Yuvraj's lunacy. Her husband was looking straight at her face.

Abhimaan could see Alankrita looked like a misfit wearing such heavy makeup, jewelry, and saree. She looked more appealing in her simple dresses.

He couldn't forget the sight of her running around in the verandah while wearing a white dress when he had just arrived. She looked so beautiful at that moment.