Iraade

chapter 8

His pov

As I focused on driving, my mind kept drifting to how my family would react to my sudden decision to get married. My parents have always been the coolest people—supportive and never critical or pressuring. Their unwavering support makes me feel a deep sense of responsibility and pressure. This reflection made me think about the incident, and just the thought of it sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly pushed those unsettling memories aside to concentrate on more pressing matters.

My immediate concern was how to break the news to my family—my parents and my brothers. I wanted to handle it smoothly and thoughtfully. The last thing I wanted was to add to their worry or confusion.

Despite my nerves, a smile began to form on my face when I imagined our future together. The thought of her as Mrs. Divyanshi Saumil Taragi, us sharing a life, a home, and even our wardrobe was thrilling and comforting. It felt like things were beginning to fall into place.

But then it hit me—our wardrobe! We had completely forgotten to pack her clothes. Panic surged through me as I realized this oversight. It was too late to sort everything out now, but I knew I had to act quickly. I made a mental note to call Mishra Ji as soon as possible, asking him to send over a selection of office wear, casual clothes, and nightwear in her size to my house. It was crucial that she had everything she needed to start her days comfortably and feel settled by tomorrow morning.

As my house came into view, I decided it was time to wake her up. I gently shook her by the shoulder while keeping the other hand on the steering wheel. “Divya… I mean, Miss Gururani, wake up. We’ve arrived, Miss Gururani.”

She jolted awake, momentarily disoriented. For a moment, she seemed confused about what had happened. Then, as realization dawned on her, she let out a soft sigh. Her eyes, slightly red and puffy from crying, looked at me with a mixture of confusion and relief. She wasn’t crying anymore, but the trace of her recent distress was still evident.

I had parked a little distance from the house, giving us a brief moment of privacy before we headed inside. As I prepared to open the door, I glanced over at her, hoping that this next step would ease the transition for both of us..

Her pov

I jolted awake to the sound of Mr. Taragi’s voice. “Divya… I mean, Miss Gururani, wake up. We’ve arrived, Miss Gururani.”

My mind raced to understand where I was. It dawned on me—I was in Mr. Taragi’s car, and we were married now. I sighed, a mix of disbelief and exhaustion washing over me. Looking around, I realized he had parked the car a short distance from the house.

He turned to me, his eyes reflecting both reassurance and nervousness. “Listen, I know you’re nervous, and believe me, I am too. Maybe not as much as you, but I have my own anxieties. My family is all inside, and they’re not expecting this. But I’m here with you.”

His gentle voice and soft gaze offered a small measure of comfort. I nodded, unsure of how to respond but grateful for his presence.

“Alright, I’m going to head in now,” he said, breaking the silence.

With a sigh, I watched as he started the car again. The watchman opened the gate, and the car glided to a stop at the entrance. The tinted windows shielded me from view as he parked and quickly came around to open my door.