A story filled with laughter, humor and excitement.
Loves comes in all shapes, color and form. It's made out of stone hearted that shapes up our life differently. Loves makes the strong weak, and weak strong.
In this messy and chaotic world, when t...
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The way the security of their house increased ten folds said something to Maaz. No it wasn't his family's security. It was some top level shit of guards who seemed like watchdogs. He noticed them quite a few times because they were always on guard. After that night, Patralekha has been missing. Either she's busy or she's just ignoring him. It's been one week since that happened and it was safe to say, she was always on his mind 24/7 for the past seven days.
As he parked his car on the porch, he noticed a G wagon parked there as well. Turing off the engine he got off. He was wearing a light blue shirt with black slacks. His sleeves were rolled up as he messed up his hair more. Pushing it back, he entered the house. Whistling when the smell of biryani hit his nostrils.
"I'm home!" He screamed with delight, the tone light as they carried the news of his arrival. He is the noor of this house. If he's not home, then the whole house becomes silent. He could hear his mother calling him over as he skipped there quickly. He was passing by the living room when his eyes fell on her.
Only to halt as his eyes clashed over the familiar figure sitting on the couch. He could recognize her anywhere. Her back was facing him, and damn what a back it was! Toned with thick black hair falling over lustrously. Her figure was draped in a dark blue saaree, the blouse was a little deep for his liking but she was slaying the outfit. He noticed her stiffened up when his voice reached her ear. But she didn't turned toward him. She kept looking straight talking to his father. The tv was on and so was the news. So he had an idea what they were talking about.
"Maaz? Agaye baccha?" His dadi ushered him closer when her eyes fell on his figure. He snapped out of his thoughts as he smiled slightly. His eyes flickering from her to his dadi.
And as she turned over, all the breath was knocked off of his chest. Her eyes, they were mesmerizingly beautiful. Maybe because of the kohl she was wearing, and her lips were painted with deep red color. Long lashes, thick eyebrows and those eyes. Maaz froze momentarily and then remembered he had people around him. So he shook off his head a little bit and walked further. Greeting his mother father and dadi. He sat opposite of her. They didn't even exchanged pleasantries as he nod at her. He wasn't interested in biryani anymore.
"Apke dost nahi aye abhi tak. Call them and ask them to hurry up." His dadi said as he sat down beside her.
"I did. They're almost here." His deep voice mellowed her stresses a little bit as she leaned back. Completely detaching herself from the present as her thoughts went back to the past.
They were acting like strangers again. And even though the act bothered him a little bit, she was used to it. She was staring ahead. His eyes left her face to see toward her left to see the shameless bodyguard standing. His jaw clenched as he rolled his eyes. He doesn't like that guy one bit. He always seems to linger around his wife. Whoever that man is, he knew he worked very closely with his wife.
Before he can ponder over his jealousy more, the doorbell rang. He watched the butler opening the door and the familiar faces of his childhood friends who're also his best friends appeared in front of him.
