Arjun and Shipra boarded their private plane. While he was sitting on the window seat, his mother was sleeping in the bedroom of their private plane.
He was sitting and looking out of the window, being physically present there but not mentally.
He was just thinking about her, his heart still not at peace leaving her there.
Arjun: mai jaldi aunga.
Saying this he close his eyes drifting to his dreamland with his angel.
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Arjun's room:
Riddhima was lying on bed, covered in the duvet, staring blankly at the fan which was still. She was thinking about him and the deeds they did last night after a month. A shy smile adorned her face thinking about their passionate night.
She was happy that sorted out each and every thing. A strong wind passed through the room making her shiver. It was just the start of winter, and she was feeling it to be extreme.
Right now, she was missing him and his arms around her which provides her with warmth and a sense of safety.
She was always like this since birth, always prone to the cold. Sneezing and coughing was kind of normal thing for her to experience in winter season, that's why she hated this season.
She clutched the duvet to her chest thinking about going out of the warmth to close the window which was open and through which the coming wind was making her shiver.
She gritted her teeth in annoyance of her irresponsible behavior, of leaving the window open.
She stood up while fully draping her saree on her body to at least provide some warmth.
She closed the window and was moving towards the bed when the bell rang of her room.
Fear crawled in her veins, goosebumps appeared on her skin thinking about that particular someone standing just behind that door. But her nerves calm down when she heard the voice of that person through the microphone.
Kamala: darwaza kholiye, khana layi hu.
Riddhima took a deep breath to calm down and approached the door, but at the same time her phone rang.
She knew it was his call so she opened the door hurriedly and took the trolly of food in while thanking Kamala and rushed to the table to answer the call before he could hang up.
She swiped the screen up and picked the call and since it was a video call his face puffed with some stuff, popped up on the screen.
She giggled looking at his state, making him smile. He hurriedly chewed and gulped it down.
Arjun: khana khaya?
This was his first question making her heart swell with happiness thinking how caring her husband is. But she shook her head in no, making him frown.
Arjun: kyu itna late ho gaya h, ab tk toh khana kha lena chahiye tha tujhe. Tabiyat kharab hai kya? kahi dard h?
She smiled at his concerned voice.
Riddhima: mujhe koi dard nhi h aur na hi tabiyat kharab hai, bs aram kr rhi thi kamre mai aur samay ka dhyan hi nhi rha, abhi Kamala ji khana dekar gyi h.
She said picking her plate of food from the trolly and started along with him.
Arjun: hmm, aur bata koi kaam toh nhi kiya n tune aaj?
He said raising his one brow trying to intimidate her. But it earned him her giggle instead.
Riddhima: bilkul aaj sirf aram kiya h maine koi kaam nhi kiya h, nahane aur khane k alawa.
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Not my wifey
Romance--: MATURE STORY :-- This story is based on the concept, where rich, literate and upper caste people used to suppress and torture the poor, illiterate and innocent ones. Riddhima (18 years), an orphan and illiterate village girl who was being forced...
