It's cold here in Kolkata, I am used to cold weather as I am a pahari girl but I never expected Kolkata which is so close to the coast to be this cold. Maybe because the kingdom is hugely taking care of the pollution in this place.
I went inside the kitchen to complete preparing the lunch, with the help of maids and my father in law it's really easy to prepare all the foods and I love doing all the cooking. When I entered the kitchen there was no one present, it's fine I will do everything all by myself.
I looked at the rice if it's done or not when my phone rang, it's an unknown number with a little bit of hesitation I picked it up.
I will not speak until the other line speaks.
"Hello, Minakshi?" A familiar deep voice came from the other side. Oh it's my husband.
"Hello,"
"I will not be able to attend lunch today at home due to work can you please tell anyone to bring it for me in the office?" He asked.
I nodded my head, obviously he can't see me,"Y-Yes."I whispered.
There was silence on the other side. I waited if he have anything to say but nothing came so I thought of hanging up but before I can he said,"So... How are you?"
Why is he asking me this all of a sudden?
"Bhalo.."
(Good)
Again I met with silence.
"How are you,"
"What are you doing?"
We said in unison.
"I am good."
"Cooking"
We again said in unison. I laughed, and there was again silence on the other side, the silence was awkward.... Why did I laugh? It's not that of a big deal.
"I love you." He said.
Emotions consumed me and I cut the call.
....
...
Maybe is not that bad....Trishul
I love you.... Wow! Again! I am such a love sick puppy obviously she thinks that I am being fake and moreover I am also very much confused about my feelings. She made me move on from Mohini. And turns out that she is my first love who I was obsessed over for more than 7 years.
Saying I love you so recklessly can be risky first I need to fathom my feelings and understand what I truly feel towards her and why do I feel like that.
The door of my room opened and my PA walked in,"Mr. Vissarion is waiting for you in the meeting room, Yuvraj."
I nodded my head and stood up. Vissarion is the prince of Moscow and a well reputed businessman. He is also my good old friend today he is here for something very special.
I get inside the room and found him sitting on a chair while his legs are resting on a desk. His blonde hair nicely combed, his electric blue eyes striking with confidence. He is wearing a white and black tuxedo set, his blazer has a thick covering of feathers around his neck and a cross chain is hanging over his chest which has few buttons opened.
He was busy with his cigar, with a foul look he was thinking about something, once he noticed my presence he stood up and place the cigar on the ashtray, he smiled at me.
"Trishul, my brother." He said with a bright smile his Russian accent is thick.
I hugged him,"How are you?" I asked.
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The Forbidden Marriage
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