The Shekhawat Bride

One year later

1700+ Words

Chaitanya's POV

"The past year in New York has been a whirlwind. Initially, the days were manageable, but the chilly nights felt isolating. I'd call Hukum every day, seeking comfort in his voice. As my work profile gained momentum, our calls became less frequent. Yet, he'd consistently check in with a message, asking if I was okay.

I feel grateful for Hukum's understanding and respect. Despite the distance, our bond strengthened. While some say distance can strain relationships, ours flourished.

After a heart-wrenching argument, Hukum encouraged me to reconnect with my family. I hesitated for a month and a half, but eventually reached out. My mother's tears and regretful words healed old wounds. I chose to forgive, acknowledging their love and importance in my life.

This year has transformed me - personally and professionally. New York has been a transformation, refining my resilience and growth. Now, I'm returning to India, eager to surprise my loved ones.

My company offered an enticing opportunity to extend my stay, but I declined. It was time to prioritize our relationship. Hukum stood by me when no one else did; I couldn't stay away any longer. I'm returning to India in a week, ready to start a new chapter with him."

"I bid farewell to my friends in New York, grateful for the memories we shared. With my luggage packed, I boarded the sixteen-hour flight to Mumbai, eager to surprise Hukum and our families.

Our wedding was just twenty days away, and everyone was expecting me to arrive fifteen days prior. But I had planned a surprise.

As the plane soared, I gazed out the window, mesmerized by the clouds and cities below. After a few hours of sleep, the announcement came - we were landing.

I booked a cab to Hukum's penthouse, arriving at 11 pm. He would surely be home.

My heart raced as I rang the doorbell. Hukum opened the door, frozen in surprise.

I stepped forward, embracing him after a year apart. The feelings that flooded me were indescribable - pure joy and love.

Five minutes passed before I broke the hug. Hukum rubbed his eyes, disbelieving.

"Hukum, it's real," I assured, holding his hands.

Finally, he pulled me close, his face buried in the crook of my neck. "Oh my god, what a pleasant surprise! You came early. I'm so happy."

We stood at the entrance for another five minutes, savoring the reunion.

Eventually, Hukum led me inside to the living room, where I sank into the plush sofa. His penthouse was impeccably clean, a testament to his organizational skills, even as a busy CEO and bachelor.

Hukum emerged from the kitchen, holding a glass of water for me. He handed it over and sat beside me on the sofa.

"You should've told me; I would've waited at the airport," Hukum said, his eyes sparkling.

"I wanted to surprise you," I replied.

Hukum's face lit up. "I'm very happy." He held my hands, resting them on his lap.

"Did you eat?" he asked.

"I had dinner," I said, placing the glass on the table. I leaned into him, resting my face on his chest, inhaling the soothing scent of sandalwood.

"I missed you, Hukum," I whispered.

" Bacha, you don't want to know how much I missed you," he said, his voice filled with longing. "Every time I saw someone enjoying your favorite food, or couples on silly dates, I missed you. Even seeing Frozen reminders made me miss you."