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When Sejal's sister, Meera, vanished on her wedding day with the stern CEO Rishabh, Sejal unexpectedly stepped into her sister's shoes as his forced wife. Sejal felt nervous around Rishabh due to his intense demeanor an...
The night enveloped them in a blanket of tranquility as Rishabh maneuvered through the bustling streets of Mumbai, the city's vibrant energy adding a rhythm to their drive. Sejal, with the wind tousling her hair, felt a sense of liberation, aided by the nostalgic melodies of 90s Bollywood playing in the car.
"Mrs Chavan, hungry yet?" Rishabh inquired, breaking the silence that hung between them.
She shook her head softly, her thoughts still distant. "Not really."
Yet, Rishabh, undeterred, guided the car to McDonald's. After fetching her meal, he drove to a secluded spot, a tacit understanding of the need for a moment of peace, albeit tinged with discomfort in the air.
Sejal nibbled on her food, her gaze oscillating between her meal and Rishabh, who seemed engrossed in his phone, both shrouded in the weight of unspoken emotions. The air crackled with tension, palpable even in the silence.
After she finished her meal, a soft "thank you" slipped from Sejal's lips, an acknowledgment laced with layers of emotions left unspoken.
Time skip.
As the atmosphere softened, Rishabh, sensing a shift, suggested dessert."Want to have a cheesecake?" He led her to an exclusive cheesecake store, arranged solely for their presence. Sejal, overwhelmed by the gesture, picked a few slices, savoring them at the table while Rishabh observed the transformation in her demeanor.
"Mrs Chavan, I love seeing you smile, Esa pequeña y linda sonrisa en tu carita regordeta y diminuta." Rishabh murmured, a gentle tug behind her ear accompanied by a slight blush gracing her cheeks. (That cute little smile on your chubby, tiny face.)
Their conversation drifted effortlessly, the air lightened by shared laughter and affectionate gestures. Sejal, intrigued, asked if she could take some cheesecakes for later. "We should take some for everyone."
"No need to worry," Rishabh assured, a tender smile on his lips. "I'll arrange these for us tomorrow at home."
Time skip.
Exiting the store, Rishabh's hand sought hers, intertwining fingers as they made their way back to the car. Sejal, glancing at their joined hands, found solace in the warmth of their connection, a silent reconciliation weaving its way through their touch.
"Mr Chavan," she whispered, breaking the quiet, "thank you for tonight."
He turned to her, eyes reflecting understanding and reassurance. "Always, baby. I'll always be here for you."
Their eyes met, carrying the weight of unspoken apologies, forgiveness, and a rekindling of their bond. The night wrapped around them, a testament to their journey towards healing and rediscovering their connection amidst the moments shared.
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