Samaira and Vivek are engaged to each other since childhood and are about to get married. But a storm hits their lives when Rajveer, the feared mafia turned businessman, sees her in a mall and wants her for himself. That, or he'll burn the world to...
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Samaira and Rajveer spent the day just lazying around. After a shower and brunch around 12, they headed to the cinema hall and watched a movie on her demand where her eyes were on the projector while his, on her.
Right now, it was 5 in the evening and she was sound asleep on the bed in their suite. They had been sharing ideas about destinations to visit for their honeymoon when she started yawning in the middle and slowly lost herself to slumber. He was not surprised. She was already emotionally spent worrying about him and then their wild activities followed by an equally passionate morning had exhausted her physically as well.
He smiled and closed the laptop in his lap, the countries with spring like weather which he and Samaira were checking, disappearing from the view. He was not surprised when she had told him that she neither liked summers nor winters. Instead, spring was her kind of weather and she wanted to visit countries with such kinda atmosphere.
He pulled the dovet upto her waist and put aside some hair strands from her face. She had told him during brunch that she had planned a dinner for him and the food they were eating was made by her the past evening. His heart had soared and sank altogether and he had swore to himself then and there that he'll make it up to her.
And now was as perfect time as ever for his plan to execute while she was sleeping. He kissed her forehead and quietly got down the bed. Picking up his phone from the nightstand, he switched off the lights and quietly left the room.
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Samaira rolled over to her back, the sleep slowly leaving her body and making her mind conscious. She lazily opened her eyes, stretching her arms as she felt well rested. The room was dark except for the light golden glow from the led lights border of the false ceiling. She looked around and a frown appeared on her face when she didn't find Rajveer. Sitting up, she switched on the lamp on the bedside table and two things came to her notice at once.
One, it was 7 in the evening. She didn't realize she had slept for so long. Two, there was a bouquet of blush pink ranunculus flowers. She knew because it was one of the most expensive yet still common flower in the weddings, mostly of christians. And strangely, despite arranging those in numerous weddings, she had never tried to know what they meant or symbolized. But if Rajveer had given her those beautiful buttercups, it meant there was a meaning just as beautiful behind them.
Smiling, she noticed a card in it as well that caused her smile to widen. She quickly pulled it out and excitedly opened to read :
Get ready and come down to the pool area. A surprise and your impatient husband is waiting for you.
Love, Rajveer.
She bit her lip as a grin came across her face. 'Get ready' and 'surprise' had her excitement doubled. She jumped off the bed and headed straight to the bathroom for a quick shower. Ten minutes later, she stepped out, clad in a bathrobe and made a beeline for the closet.
