Our Forbidden Love

Chapter 8

As Manisha entered the room, the atmosphere was tense. 

"Kya aap Abhishek ki biwi ho?" Mr. Gupta inquired, his gaze fixed on Manisha. Nervously, she nodded and replied, "Haan, main hoon aur apko kis ne izatat di mere pati ke saaman ko mujhse bina pooche fekne ki?" Her words dripped with a mixture of anger and exasperation.

Realizing that he had acted too hastily, Mr. Gupta felt a pang of guilt. Without a word, he gestured for his wife to join him, and together they silently began picking up Abhishek's belongings.

This sudden change of heart left Abhishek stunned, as the very people who had insulted him and ignored his pleas were now humbling themselves at the order of his pretend wife.

After the room was tidied up, Manisha stood beside Abhishek, her eyes still brimming with frustration. "Good," she said curtly. "Ab aap hume privacy de. You know hum couples hai." Mr. and Mrs. Gupta nodded, their faces flushed with embarrassment, and obediently made their way out of the room.

As soon as they were gone, Manisha rushed towards Abhishek, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Abhishek ji!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief and love. However, Abhishek, caught off guard by this sudden display of affection, tried to gently remove himself from her grasp. 

Before he could voice his puzzlement, the door swung open once again, revealing Mrs. Gupta. She gasped at the sight of Manisha hugging Abhishek and promptly squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to witness the intimacy unfolding before her.

Confused and slightly annoyed by Mrs. Gupta's interruption, Manisha rolled her eyes and retorted, "kya aapko dikh nahi raha yaha par husband and wife ka moment chal rahe hai? Sharam nahi aa rahi?" Mrs. Gupta stuttered, trying to find her words. Finally, she composed herself and mustered the courage to ask the burning question in her mind.

"Sorry bas ek hi doubt tha mujhe," Mrs. Gupta began hesitantly. "Agar yeh aapke husband hai toh yeh aapko maam kyun bulate hai?" Both Manisha and Abhishek exchanged a nervous glance, silently formulating an answer that would satisfy Mrs. Gupta's curiosity.

With a discerning squint of her eyes, Mrs. Gupta cleared her throat, patiently awaiting an explanation. Manisha, quick on her feet, replied with a hint of authority, "Kyunki biwi ghar ki mukhiya hoti hai aur unki baat pati log sunte hai. Isliye woh mujhe pyar se maam bulata hai. Aur apko kya? Mera pati hai mujhe maam, baby, jaanu kuch bhi bulaye. Apna kaam karo na. Ab jao"

Feeling slightly dazed by the unexpected turn of events, Mrs. Gupta hastily retreated from the room, leaving Manisha and Abhishek alone once more. Sensing an opportunity to reclaim their private moment, Manisha swiftly closed the door, ensuring no further interruptions.

In the quiet confines of the room, Manisha returned to embracing her Abhishek ji, cherishing the closeness that had temporarily eluded them.

Abhishek couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and admiration for Manisha.

"Ma'am, aap meri zindagi ko kyun itna kathin bana rahi hai?" Abhishek asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Manisha looked up innocently, her eyes filled with genuine confusion. "Maine kya kiya Abhishek ji?"

Abhishek sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Aap janti nahi hai Gupta family ko. Yeh aate rahenge yaha par jab tak inke doubts clear nahi ho jaate. Aur yaha nahi reh sakti itne din. Problem ho jayegi. Aap apne papa ko kya bolegi"

Manisha shrugged nonchalantly. "Koi baat nahi Abhishek ji. Main inke saare shak door karke jaungi. Aur aap chinta mat karo. Maine papa ko bol diya hai mujhe akele vacation pe jaana hai. Waise bhi unhe farak nahi padhta main kahi par bhi hoon"

Abhishek couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Knowing Manisha's billionaire background, he wondered how she would manage to live in a small house meant for ordinary people. But as he looked into her eyes, something inside him shifted. 

"Aap ek billionaire ho, Maam," Abhishek stated, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "Aap itne chote se ghar mei kaise adjust karoge? "

Manisha's gaze met his, and she held his stare with determination."aap ke saath kahi par bhi adjust kar lungi. Ghar woh nahi hota jo bada hota hai ghar woh hota hai jaha koi apna hota hai"

Though Abhishek didn't understand what she said but it just felt nice to hear that.
Their eyes locked, the weight of unspoken words filling the room. Both of them lost in the moment, a flicker of something deeper igniting between them.

But Abhishek quickly cleared his throat and looked away, breaking the spell that had enveloped them.

"Rukiye main aapke liye kuch banakar lata hoon," Abhishek said abruptly, trying to regain his composure. With an awkward smile, he hurried into the kitchen, leaving Manisha giggling at his sudden change of action.

She settled on the bed, a sense of contentment washing over her. In that moment, surrounded by simplicity and honesty, she couldn't help but mumble softly to herself, "Haye mera cute sa husband, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.