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Tenu lya vekh hor vekhna main ki Kinni sohni vibe aa te pereya aa meeh Aaja nerhe-nerhe tere mere vich na koi hor Teri hi awaaz suna baki lagge shor
Author's POV
The eyes of both the women turned to the man standing behind Sanvi. Sanvi's breath caught in her throat seeing him standing so close to her as she breathed in his comforting scent. His warmth was addictive. She couldn't help the sigh escaping her lips. He kept moving closer until his back was touching hers, making her body come alive at the direct contact between their bodies. Sanvi's pupils danced as her mind ran wild looking at her husband, whose eyes were coldly glaring at Vipda. He looked like a beast marking his territory as he shoved away every soul who dared to disrupt her path.
Vipda looked starstruck seeing the tall, handsome man standing in front of her, growling like an alpha male as her brain gave her warning signals to run away before he could open his mouth again. She couldn't believe Sanvi was married to THE ISHAAN MALHOTRA, the CEO of the Malhotra empire. Her eyes refused to believe that someone like Sanvi could bag a man like him who had the world on his knees.
"Anyway Anvi, darling, why are you wasting time talking to a cleaner?" Ishaan's question directed towards his wife brought Vipda back to her senses as she realized he had mistaken her for a cleaner. What? A cleaner?
"Excuse me! I am–" Vipda started when she was brutally cut in the middle as Ishaan said, "Excused! I have no interest in knowing insignificant people who lack the basic skills to hold a conversation with someone as important as Dr. Sanvi Ishaan Malhotra"
The undertone of immense pride in his voice as he said Sanvi's name sent chills down Vipda's spine. If humiliation ever existed, this was the worst form of it for her. A man who didn't know the public figure, Vipda Mehta? No way. She couldn't believe that.
"Shaan, she is Dr. Vipda Mehta. She's a senior doctor over here," Sanvi introduced, but Ishaan's gaze never moved towards the woman in the picture as he slowly raised his hand to tuck the tendrils away from her face as they disturbed his view.
Sanvi's eyes met his as he asked, "Why did you never tell me about the gala?"
Vipda still stood there seeing the couple too lost to acknowledge her as she had been silently dismissed by Ishaan as if she didn't even exist for him. As if his eyes could see nothing except his wife. Moreover, Vipda felt like the way he spoke she felt as if her voice was hurting his ears. He had his ears only for his wife. As if every word Sanvi said was music to Ishaan's ears.
"I thought you might be busy," Sanvi said, looking away. Instead of answering, he leaned down and tenderly brushed his lips over her forehead as he murmured, "If I am not lost in admiring you, I am not busy"
His words brought the butterflies alive in her belly while Vipda looked like her legs would give up any second.
Ishaan welcomed his wife in his arms as he continued, "We are all busy in our lives, Sanvi but our hassle becomes meaningless the moment we cannot take out times for our loved ones. Your every demand comes before my own self to me. Next time you think of me being too busy for you. You must think of you taking away my right to be there for my wife and hurting me in the worst way possible. Understand?"
