Aisha - The Story Of Lost Love [On hold]

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AISHA

Our honeymoon period finished yesterday and we're back to our home at Mussoorie.

Currently, he is in his office and I'm sitting alone in the hall as maa and papaji are resting in their bedroom.

And honestly, looking at our photos, I'm missing us. I'm missing how much we enjoyed our time together. It was absolutely magical! The white sand beaches, the crystal clear waters, the sunsets... But the best part was being with Vivaan. We've known each other since we were kids, but these past few weeks have been... different. More intense. He never left my side the entire honeymoon.

No doubt how good he is, he is the real gentleman. The thing is he is not more just a senior boy I fell in love with in school, but now he's a man who knows how to treat a woman right. He opens doors for me, compliments me, and makes sure I'm always comfortable. He pampered me throughout my tough days.

It was mid evening and it was about to turn night soon but he had already informed me that he was going to return home late today.  But, MY PATIENCE? My patience was reaching out of my control slowly.

I opened the call logs and dialled his number.

He picked up the call after three rings.

"Hey my love!" he said in a cheerful yet low voice.

"Are you busy?" I questioned directly.

"Uhm- I kind of...am sitting in a meeting right now," he said and I immediately disconnected the call out of embarrassment.

Shit! I should've messaged first.

My phone pinged and I saw his name on the screen. I opened the message and it read,

"I'm missing you too Aisha. I finished all my works already as I was dying to hold you in my arms baby. This is the last meeting that I'm attending right now, I'll be free after 30 minutes and you'll be in my arms after 45 minutes.
Get ready!"

My lips immediately curved into a wide smile.

I typed back,

"Drive safe, husband."

Oh, how good it feels to call him my husband. It feels incredible. To wake up every morning with him by my side, to fall asleep every night in his arms, to have him call me his wife... it's like a dream come true.

I was waiting for him when I heard the horn of his car exactly after 45 minutes, as he had said. He entered inside the hall through the main gate and saw me sitting on the sofa.

His black shirt was loosely tucked inside his pants and his sleeves were rolled up. He opened his shoe and kept his bag aside on the table.

I spread my arms for him and he immediately hugged me tightly, lifting me up in his arms in a way that my legs were wrapped around his torso and hands around his neck.

He spun me around joyfully, our laughter filling the room. "How's my wife?" he asked softly, his face inches from mine. "I missed you today," he added, nuzzling my neck gently.

I giggled, "I'm good, Vivaan. I missed you too."

Gently, he placed me back down on the sofa and sat beside me, keeping an arm possessively around my waist.

"I hope you haven't been too bored without me," he murmured, his thumb brushing against my cheek tenderly. I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed briefly.