Three days had passed like a fleeting dream for Rohit and Abhira.
Every moment seemed longer, every hour dragged on, as he eagerly awaited her return.
Finally, the much-anticipated day arrived.
Abhira was getting ready, her heart beating with excitement as she knew Rohit would be coming to pick her up.
The sound of a car honking outside made her smile, her eyes lighting up with joy. She rushed downstairs, her steps quickening with each heartbeat.
As she reached down, her eyes fell upon Rohit, standing there with a smile that mirrored her own.
He and armaan was talking with Manish
Abhira's eyes locked with Rohit's, and in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away.
It was as if they had been apart for an eternity, and now, finally, they were reunited.
Abhira longed to run into his arms and feel his warm embrace, but she held back.
swarna - naashta taiyar hai aaiye.
rohit - nahi, matlab hum nikalte hai nani, hume der ho jayegi flight hai humari, hummchaaro jaa rahe hai
manish - flight..??
rohit - woh main batana bhul gaya hum paris jaa rahe hai, ek baar abhira ka kaam shuru ho gaya toh hume waqt nahi milega toh isiliye, flight hai abhi humari toh hume chalna chahiye.
surekha(whispered to abhira) - happy honeymoon.
she blushed hard.
ruhi was also happy that finally she will spend some time with armaan.
armaan - nikalna chahiye late ho jayega.
they nodded and left for airport.
In car,
abhira - humari packing toh hui hi nahi hai.
ruhi - exactly, batana chahiye tha na.
rohit - don't worry tum logo ka luggage pack ho chuka hai charu aur kiara ne kiya tha, aur phir bhi kuch reh gaya toh waha se le lenge.
they nodded.
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They at the bustling airport, their hearts aflutter with anticipation as they embarked on their honeymoon journey to Paris.
The air was filled with an air of excitement, mingled with the soft hum of departure announcements and the click-clack of luggage being wheeled across the floors.
Taking their seats aboard the plane, Rohit and Abhira settled in, their eyes sparkling with the promise of adventure and romance in the city of love. As they got comfortable, Rohit couldn't help but steal a glance at Abhira.
Rohit and abhira's seats were away from armaan and ruhi's seats. rohit booked the seats like this because he wanted to spend some alone time with abhira.
rohit - sorry tumhe bina bataye yeh plan kar liya.
he whispered to her, a sheepish grin playing on his lips.
she turned to him, her face lighting up with a smile.
abhira - koi baat nahi, main bohot excited hu, thankyou iss surprise ke liye.
he reached for her hand, entwining his fingers with hers, sending a warm rush of affection through her heart.
With a tender touch, he brought her hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on her knuckles, making her cheeks flush with a rosy hue.
rohit - I missed you so much.
abhira - maine bhi lekin tumne armaan aur ruhi ko kyu humare saath..I mean...
rohit - I know abhira maine akele ke liye hi plan kiya tha par phir fufa sa ne idea diya ki saath hi chale jao toh better rahega, dadi sa bhi maan gayi toh main mana nahi kar paaya, par don't worry woh log apna enjoy karenge hum apna karenge.
she smiled.
Leaning her head on his shoulder, she snuggled closer, seeking comfort in his presence. he wrapped his arm around her, enveloping her in a cocoon of love and protection as the plane soared through the skies, carrying them towards their dream destination.
Time passed, and a friendly air hostess approached them with a warm smile.
airhostess - Good afternoon, sir, ma'am. What will you like to have?
she inquired politely.
abhira's keen eyes caught the subtle glances the air hostess kept directing towards Rohit, and a flicker of annoyance crossed her features.
rohit - No thanks, Abhira tumhe kuch?
Her response was curt, delivered with a hint of sternness.
abhira - No, thank you.
"Sir, you can try out cold coffee..."
the air hostess suggested, but Abhira cut her off, her voice firm,
abhira - Don't you get it? We said no, we don't want anything. So please, leave us alone.
The air hostess, taken aback by her reaction, excused herself and moved on to attend to other passengers. Rohit watched the exchange with both surprise and amusement.
Abhira was not one to speak rudely.
rohit - Kya hua, Abhira? Thik toh ho na?
abhira - Haa, kyun?
rohit - Tumne uss par chillaya kyu?
abhira - tumhe badi chinta ho rahi hai uski toh jao mana lo, aur agar roh rahi ho toh handkerchief de dena. Waise bhi, tumhe hi dekh rahi woh.
she said, causing him to raise an eyebrow in intrigue.
A sly smile crept across his face as he teased,
rohit - So, my dear wifey is jealous.
a playful glint dancing in his eyes.
Abhira - Main kyu jealous hongi aur woh bhi usse kuch bhi,"
trying to deny any sense of possessiveness.
rohit - Yaa, yaa.
Rohit chuckled, hiding his smile, realizing the depth of Abhira's feelings.
