Eshaani × Viraj
A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone
Joined hand...
It’s been a month since Eshaani and I confessed our love, and each day feels like a tapestry woven with moments of joy, laughter, and the occasional heartache.
This journey has been nothing short of transformative. In this short span of time, I’ve learned to embrace vulnerability, to cherish the warmth of connection, and to navigate the beautiful chaos that is our life together. Today, however, was special. Today, I promised to make it up to her.
The past few days had been nothing less than a whirlwind. As I stepped into our room, I was momentarily taken aback by the change that had unfolded before my eyes.
The walls were adorned with fairy lights that twinkled like stars, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow. Small lamps dotted the corners, casting gentle shadows that danced playfully on the walls. And there it was—a cozy bench on the balcony, piled with cushions, inviting us to spend quiet mornings sipping tea and sharing dreams.
Eshaani had infused our home with her spirit, turning it into a haven of love and warmth.
But beneath the beauty, a heavy weight pressed against my chest. Work had become an endless cycle of stress and late nights.
Someone had been leaking my information to my rivals, sabotaging deals that I had worked tirelessly to secure. Each day felt like a battle, and I had come home late every night, leaving Eshaani waiting, sometimes angry, often worried.
I knew I had to make it right. I wanted to shower her with affection, to show her just how much she meant to me, despite the storm brewing in my professional life.
As I opened the door, my breath hitched. There she stood, a stunning vision in a beautifully crafted anarkali dress that seemed to flow around her like water. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth.
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She looked drop-dead gorgeous, and in that moment, all my worries faded into the background. She had a way of lighting up even the darkest corners of my mind.
“Oh, finally, someone showed up,” she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. I could see the hint of impatience behind her playful facade, and it tugged at my heart.
“Sorry, princess. Work, you know,” I replied, attempting to mask the fatigue that lingered in my voice.
“No, no, I don’t know anything. Let’s go, or your wife will call you for her,” she shot back, her sarcasm laced with playful indignation.
“Wife?? But you are here,” I responded, genuine confusion etching my features. The idea of her as my wife, even in jest, sent a wave of warmth through me.
“I meant your first wife—your work,” she laughed, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. There was something about her laughter that could lift the heaviest of burdens, and I found myself smiling as I watched her.
