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thirty-two

32. Janam din mubarak, meri jaan.

An: I've changed Adi's job recruiter from Microsoft to GameScape. Since Microsoft is an actual establishment, I didn't find it fair to use the name. Think of GameScape having the same reputation as Sony or Tencent something.

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My surprise was nothing extravagant, to be honest. I just needed her all for myself and so I made the arrangement, more so for my convenience.

Digging a deeper hole into my savings account, I had pre-booked a room in a seven stars hotel. The staff was on board with me for the occasion, reassuring me they'll get the things done for the birthday night. Of course, I had to pay them extra for the service.

I have a habit of spending money without much thought. It was Mercedes that really kept me on the edge for most of the part. It still did, but when it comes to her, I wanted to give her all that she may think she missed out on after choosing me to marry. I may not be as rich as the lads out there, but I am doing what I can and I just hope she likes it. Thankfully, the money I cancelled on her bracelet was reinvested in the room. It was eighteen thousand rupees per night stay, along with a few extra bucks for the birthday arrangement.

I used to laugh at boys in my college that spent money like a drain on their girlfriends. Why would you spend your money on someone who's very well old enough to fund themselves? You're not in a relationship, you're just babysitting an adult.

But alright, now I get it. It's not about the money, totally not. It's about feeling enough for them by doing enough for them. I like it when I buy stuff for her. Or do things for her, like driving for an instance. Something that I'm doing right now.

"I had the best day today," she chimed softly.

"Really?" I smiled, my question rhetoric.

She nodded. "I don't remember the time I had so much fun, did things that normal people do. Having dinner out, not for professional reasons, go shopping, just drive around. Not going to lie, things that you make me do without a purpose are pretty fun."

I chuckled. "Good. You're learning."

"When was the last time you were so happy?" She asked me.

"Uhm," I pondered hard, then a memory struck, and although happy, what followed it was depressing as fuck. "Our wedding day?" I forced playfulness in my tone.

She snorted. "You're just being flattering now. I want an honest answer!"

"Why do you think I'm not being honest?" I cocked a brow at her. Our wedding day might have not been the first answer to pop into my head hearing the question, but it followed closely enough. "Whether you believe it or not, marrying you is like a dream come true for me," I added shamelessly.

"Aditya!" She blushed under my amused gaze, shying away to look outside the window.

I guffawed.

"Accha mazak band, bataiye na! (Alright, quit joking. Tell me!)" She insisted. Stubborn.

"You already know I got my degree from one of the prestigious engineering colleges," she nodded. "So during campus recruitment, I had managed to bag the highest paying job out there."

"How much?" She asked curiously, turning on her seat to fully focus on me.

"45LPA," I answered.

She gasped, with all flair and dramatics, like wide eyes and hands flying to mouth.