His Bride: When Fate Made Her Fake

|| 16. BIPOLAR ||

Heyaa!
Okay so I was writing TBS and few ideas crossed my mind and I ended up writing next part of His Bride. Congratulations on Ram Mandir Inauguration, may lord Rama bestowed his blessings on us.

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Aarohi ❤️
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Raman removed his blazer and undid his cufflinks while surveying the help who were cleaning the back area, he was not feeling sleepy and hence he chose to sit on one of the reclining chairs placed next to the swimming pool. He was absolutely not in favour of throwing this party but Ms. Singh never listens to him, sometimes he just fails to understand her. He just hopes if she stops interfering in his life anymore but in between all this drama, there was one thing which turned right today, he finally got his much anticipated project from Hexa Telecom. He worked his ass off to grab this deal, this marriage is not as bad as he expected.

Oh! Where is Ishita anyways.

A strange spark crossed his eyes thinking about his newly wedded wife who stole the show today, she was looking breathtakingly gorgeous and elegant at the same time. He has always seen her in the cotton salwar kameez before, Raman never believed or expected to see her decked up for him. He wished if he could get a little more time to admire her beautiful face.

Stop acting like a love sick puppy Raman. Get a grip.

His mind kicked him and he composed himself, he grabbed his blazer and mobile phone once the cleaning was done and headed upstairs. "Dinkar, get me a black coffee." Raman called his personal help before entering his room, he expected Ishita to be asleep but she was standing in the balcony, enjoying the night sky. The balcony in his room gives a magnificent view of the night sky and coincidentally today is the full moon, the way the full moon sparkles in the dark sky can make one leave hypnotised. It's not wrong to say he is a little bit selenophile. He stepped up inside the balcony and stared at this wife, she was still wearing the saree she wore this evening, he realised she was not very much comfortable in the saree still she managed to carry it gracefully. He knew it's going to be hard for her to adapt to a new lifestyle but he believed she could do the same with little much effort. He has noticed the adoring eyes over her, the many pairs of eyes were on her but there was someone whose presence bothered him.

"You enjoyed the party?" Ishita who was lost in her own world almost jumped in her place. His deep masculine voice almost left her startled.

"Yes...yes." She replied somehow trying to calm her racing heartbeats. Her hairs were opened and flowing all around, covering her face which was glowing in the moonlight. She peeped through her lashes and tried to take a look at her husband, the way he rolled up the  sleeves of his white shirt was showing his popped veins and she was failing to remove her eyes away from him. The silence was peaceful between them, the tinnitus sound of flowing air felt like music without rhythm. Ishita started playing with her nails other time chewing those looking nowhere particular. Raman rested his chin on his palm wondering what exactly she was trying to do and he never realised when he chuckled loudly enough to gain her attention.

"Jee!" Ishita arched her brow suspiciously looking at her new husband.

"Ermm nothing. I was just wondering if you're planning to break your nails or finish eating them?"

"Sorry." She replied sheepishly, at the same time the door of the balcony knocked and they found Divakar standing there with a tray in his hand. Raman picked his mug, another bowl had some seasoned fox nuts in it which he never asked for.

"Who's this for?"

"For bhabhi, badi madam asked me to give it to bhabhi." Divakar replied slowly, the other side Ishita picked the bowl and started to chew fox nuts thankful to her mother in law for being so kind towards her.