Rain Of Love : A Downpour of Romance (On Hold)

Arhaan's last Plea"

Chapter On demand....

Arhaan's Perspective:

She looks stunning; my choice of color isn't bad after all.

As I entered the car, I found my wife sitting in the back seat. I suggested she sit in the passenger seat, but she declined, still upset with me.

Seeing she wasn't budging, I glanced at Vansh, hoping he could help convince Mishti.

"Bhabhi, you'll be more comfortable there," I said, hoping she'd agree.

She nodded and sat beside me, sending a rush of butterflies through my stomach. Her scent drove me wild, but I managed to compose myself as I leaned towards her to fasten her seat belt. "Thank you. I don't feel like a cab driver now, but for you, I'd happily play the part."

She didn't respond, gazing out of the window instead.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She looked adorable in that yellow kurti. I stole glances at her, alternating between her and the road ahead.

As we arrived home, I reached for her hand, but she pulled away and walked towards our room. So I decided to go behind her, but suddenly Dad called me.

"Arhaan, I want to talk to you," Dad said.

I nodded at him.

"Arhaan, where were you!?" Dad asked angrily.

"In London," I said.

"What do you think of yourself? That money can buy everything? Just because you're royal doesn't mean you have the right to break somebody's heart and make somebody feel guilty for something they never did," Dad said in anger.

"Dad, I was broken, hurt. That's why I did that. I was in love, that's why I did what seemed right to me. But I didn't know it would hurt someone like that," I said.

"Yeah right, that's why you destroyed someone's life. I know how you and Mishti married each other, but that doesn't mean you can disrespect her and leave her alone for 2 months. I must say, whatever she's doing now with you is your own punishment, what you deserved," Dad screamed at me.

"Dad, I will make it up to her," I said.

"And remember, you are not getting the company CEO's position anymore. I know you made our company India's 3rd most car manufacturing and designing company, but still, I'm not giving you the property."

"Dad, I don't need this. Earlier, when you asked me if I was marrying her because of the CEO position, I lied to you. I said I didn't need the position, but deep down, I was marrying her just for that. It doesn't mean that I didn't love her; my love for Vishakha was true," I declared.

"I knew it," Dad declared.

"But now, I don't want any position. If you fire me, that's okay too. But I will never hurt her like before. I will make it up to her. If she asks me to leave, I will, but not before making it up to her," I said before leaving.

After talking to Dad, I decided to enter my room. When I entered, a floral smell filled my nostrils; or I can say, her scent. My room has never felt so pleasant. I walked inside and decided to take a bath, so I walked into the walk-in closet only to find my beautiful wife combing her long hair.

Her long hair was hiding her perfect curves. She had a small mole behind her ear. Her dusky skin tone made her even more gorgeous. I was entranced.

Suddenly, a voice snapped me out of my reverie.

"Close your mouth, Mr. Pratap," Mishti said.

"Oh my god," I thought to myself, "when she says 'Mr. Pratap,' I'm hard as fuck."