✨ Abhimaan Maheshwari ( ML)
A Delhi based ,28 year old businesses man . Luxury Chain of hotels and restaurant , owner of many automobile companies and many more Who is also the mafia boss of the underworld . Handsome , tall , most eligible bache...
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Abhimaan’s POV
The world seemed beautiful and complete around her. The way she giggled, scrunching her big doe eyes while laughing. The way her soft, pulpy lips synced when she talked. Everything is beautiful about my wife.
We had our tea and strolled around. I asked her for some snacks, but she refused as she had already had dinner. We were chit-chatting about random stuff when her eyes stopped and sparked on something particular.
I looked towards the direction. Oh, my tigress wants some ice cream. She was looking towards the ice cream vendor.
“Can we get some ice cream?” I inquired.
“Ye bhi koi puchne ki baat hai,” a chuckle left my mouth as she walked towards the ice cream vendor, and I followed her.
“Which flavor do you like?” she asked, getting blackcurrant for herself. I hate my mind.
“Mint chocolate,” she made an ‘o’ shape with her pulpy lips and got it for me.
We both were having our ice cream when I asked her, unable to control my thoughts, “Who was that boy?”
“Who?” She asked, not understanding. While licking her ice cream.
“The one who picked you up today?”
“Oh, Sid,” she said with a little smile on her face. She looked at my face and then continued, “He was my childhood friend, buddy, brother. Sidhant Roy. We met in kindergarten, and he was my first friend other than Sana, as Sana and I were cousins too. So, he was my first pure friend.” She giggled at her choice of words.
“Acha, so why didn’t he come to our wedding? And why didn’t you introduce him to me?” I couldn’t control myself now. I want to clear all my thoughts.
Wiping her lips with a tissue, she gave me the answer. “He went abroad, and as our wedding was a quickie, he failed to make it here. And I was mad at him for that; that’s why I was giving him the cold shoulder. but today he gave me the proper reason why he missed my wedding. And I didn’t introduce you to him because we were already late for class. Simple.”
I nodded in response, not finding the exact words to respond to her.
“Abhi, I want to talk to you,” after a while, she chirped, taking me out of my inner battle.
“Yes, I am all ears,” I said to her.
“Come, let’s take a seat there,” dragging me by my hand, she took me to the nearby seat.
