"I'm sorry Ari... I really am" Vihaan murmured caressing her hand.
"If... na kare narayan we again get into an accident, will you push me away?" Aarchi asked holding her heart in her hands for him.
"No, never. Pushing you away has been the worst, dumbest, idiotic, insane decision I've ever made. My heart has ripped every time I've pushed you away. I won't be able to survive without you" Vihaan turned around and knelt down in front of her.
"Paka na? I won't be able to give my heart anymore excuses for your behaviour. Your hurt me once and I'll go away for forever. I'll tell papa and bhaiyus to kill you by suffocating you with a smelly, stinky sock and then chop your dead body into so many small pieces that I'll feed to crows and fishes everyday personally" Aarchi threatened him making him chuckle.
"I've got a better plan. If I hurt you again pin me to a pole and pour sugar and honey all over me so the ants and bees will eat off me and me. It would be the best painful way of dying" Vihaan said with a smile, holding her hands tightly.
"I'll confirm the plan with papa and get back to you on it but until then my plan is in motion" Aarchi said kneeling down.
"I waited for you for hours on our anniversary. You didn't even wish me or hug me. You were engrossed into your phone the whole time. It really hurt me. I made all your favourite dishes and you didn't even eat. I was in your gifted saree, you didn't notice" Aarchi complained with an angry pout.
"I have an explanation for that too" Vihaan removed him phone from his tracks and quickly scanned through his emails finding the right one.
"I wasn't ignoring you by staying on the phone, I was genuinely busy in making arrangements for our anniversary. One day before our anniversary mum and dad sat me down and asked me everything and I confessed to them why I was being rude to you and they explained me that my fear of you leaving me was one I had created for myself. They were sure you wouldn't leave and I should amend my mistakes and that is exactly what I was trying to do. I wanted our first anniversary to be a new beginning. I wanted to apologize to you for each behaviour of mine in the past. Before I could ask for forgiveness you left home and came here and refused to listen to me." He stood up and got her a chair, asking her to sit on it while he continued kneeling in front of her.
"How do I believe you that you had planned something for our anniversary?" She was still not convinced with his words. She feared that she'll again be deceived by his words.
"Here check it out the arrival and departure dates" He opened the email of their tickets and held his phone to her. She opened the email and read the contents.
"You think of me as a fool Vihaan? It shows departure from Switzerland after 6 months after we've visited 6 countries" She placed the phone away harshly beside her.
"That was the plan. A 6 month break from the whole world so I could win you back. 6 months where I could make up for all the lost time and spend my every minute with you, apologizing to you for my actions. Ari these 6 months were for us to overcome the differences I had created. I wanted to show you that you didn't do a mistake by loving me, instead I did a mistake by not trusting our love. You don't believe me right, check for today's date and call the house staff and confirm our stay. I had planned for us 1 country for each of the 6 months. By calculation we should be in Paris right now infront of the Eiffel Tower" He opened the tickets and showed her the place where they would have been.
"You have the contacts to all our house staffs in each country. Confirm it, you know that the staff is loyal to you. They report to you, to their Queen. Videocall them if you don't belive it" He brought her phone from the room and gave it to her. With shaking hands she took it from him and dialed the number.
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Ishq Junooniyat (Book 3)
RomanceCan be read as standalone. VIHAAN MALHOTRA 25-year-old man of his words. Calm and composed with a face of Adonis. A neurosurgeon by profession who can both save lives and also take lives. Not one of those who become cold and dark after a broken hear...