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It's now the last day of Jivika and Shivansh's vacation which they are enjoying roaming on the streets of Shillong. They have gone to visit most of the famous places of Meghalaya. Not only that they have tried some of local food delicacy of Meghalaya which are Pumaloi, Minil Songa, Sakin Gata, Tungrymbai etc. There are more dishes to try but the main ingredients of those dishes are pork so Shivansh and Jivika decides to skip them.
They have bought many local things of Northeast like Bamboo Shoots Pickles, Bhut Jolokia(Ghost Pepper) Pickles, Assam Tea Leaves, Naga Shawls, Meghum Khoks Basket etc. At first Shivansh wasn't very fond of buying anything, he was simply following his Rani Sahiba. But soon enough he becomes interested seeing a totally different types of cultural diversity in the Northeast.
"Shiv, hum phir se yaha ghumne ayenge na?" Jivika asks as they're walking hands in hand in the street of Police Bazer, Shillong.
(Shiv, we will come here to visit again, right?)
"Zarur ayenge yaha. Lekin next time kisi aur state mein bhi jayenge. Northeast mein total 8 states hain to aap bata dena aapko next kaha jana hain, hum le chalenge aapko." Shivansh replies while looking at the sky as it's getting a little cloudy.
(We will definitely come here. But next time we will go to some other state as well. There is a total 8 states in Northeast so you tell me where you want to go next, I will take you.)
However, before Jivika can reply rain starts pouring over them drenching them completely. Shivansh holds Jivika's hands tightly and both of them start running toward the hotel which is only a few minutes away from where they're now. But the rain is too much for them to run, not only that Shivansh has ordered their bodyguards to not to bring cars today so they can't even go inside the car. Thankfully they find a closed shop that has a small area in front of it that is covered by tin shade and without wasting time they get under the shade.
"Achanak se barish kaise aa gayi?" Jivika remarks drying her hands with her dupatta although it's futile seeing the dupatta is drenched in rainwater too.
(How did it rain suddenly?)
"Rani Sahiba, yaha pe aisa hi hota hain. Kabhi bhi barish aa jati hain, upar se Monsoon ka mahol hain. Hum to lucky hain jo itne din barish nahi hui warna kahi bhi ghumne nahi jaa pate." Shivansh replies wiping his face with his palms.
(Rani Sahiba, this is what happens here. It rains anytime, and on top of that it's Monsoon season. We are lucky that it hasn't rained after we reached here otherwise we wouldn't be able to go anywhere.)
"Phir bhi humare Rajasthan ki garmi se achchi hain. Waha to barish kab hogi Indra Dev ko hi pata." Jivika says looking at the rain with a small smile on her face.
(Still, it is better than the heat of our Rajasthan. Only Indra Dev knows when there will be rain.)
Shivansh goes to reply but his eyes get stuck on Jivika who is looking at the rain with utmost interest. At this time she is looking so beautiful that Shivansh can't take his eyes off his Rani Sahiba. Looking at the drops of water falling from her forehead to her cheeks and then reaching her chin, Shivansh is unable to gather his senses after witnessing this enchanting view.
Like every other man, Shivansh also has some needs but he never lets anything get out of his hold. Yet, nowadays it's getting hard for him to control his hormones around Jivika. He knows that his wife is still not ready for any intimacy and he can never force her to do anything which she doesn't want. However, today things seem to get out of his hands.
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His Innocent Queen
Romance✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎ She is shy He is outspoken She is clumsy He is graceful She is innocent He is cunning She is broken He is perfect or is he? . . . . JIVIKA RAO A widow...
