Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 112 Honeymoon - 1

Aarav and Manvi arrived at the airport, the bustling atmosphere buzzing around them. Aarav was a picture of confidence as he strode through the terminal, casually checking in while exuding an effortless charm. The air hostess behind the counter, Miss Shalini, caught sight of him and flashed a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief.

"Sexy man," she said, her tone light and teasing as she handed him his boarding pass.

"Thank you! But I am married," Aarav replied smoothly, his gaze shifting to Manvi, who stood beside him, her expression a mix of amusement and pride.

Shalini, not one to back down easily, turned her attention to Manvi with a cheeky grin. "Yeh? Kya dekha isme aapne? I mean, do saal pehle mujhse hi shaadi kar lete, par aapko toh commitment se darr lagta tha..." Her words hung in the air, light-hearted yet edged with curiosity.

Aarav, unfazed, responded with a confident smirk, "Miss Shalini! Tumhe apni job permanent chahiye thi isliye tum mere saath thi... aur rahi baat meri biwi ki, toh wo meri beti ki maa hai aur bina kisi swarth ke matlab ke mere saath khadi rehti hai." His voice was firm, laced with a sense of pride and protectiveness that sent a warm shiver through Manvi.

Shalini's smile faltered, and she quickly replied, "Sorry, Mr. Malhotra." There was a hint of embarrassment in her tone, the playful banter losing its charm in the face of Aarav's serious demeanor.

"You better be! Main apni biwi ki insult bardasht nahi karunga," Aarav warned, his eyes narrowing slightly, signaling that he meant every word. He then turned to Manvi, taking her hand in his with a firm yet gentle grip, their fingers interlocking seamlessly.

As they walked towards the departure gate, Manvi couldn't help but smile up at him, her heart swelling with affection. The charming Casanova she had known in the past was now fully devoted to her, transformed by love and commitment. The warmth of their connection radiated between them, a silent promise of support and partnership as they embarked on this new adventure together. Each step they took echoed with the love they had built, casting aside the shadows of the past and embracing the joy of the journey ahead.

As Manvi settled into her seat on the plane, memories of her past flickered through her mind like a distant, haunting melody. She recalled how her ex-husband, Dhruv, would belittle her in front of others, his cruel words a constant reminder of her insecurities. But in stark contrast, Aarav had always been her shield, fiercely protective of her dignity and self-worth. The thought warmed her heart, a bittersweet reminder of how far she had come.

Excitement bubbled within Manvi as the plane began to taxi down the runway, the engines roaring to life and vibrating through her very core. It was her first time flying, and the anticipation coursing through her veins was electrifying. She felt a mix of thrill and nervousness, her heart racing with every bump and turn of the aircraft. As she glanced out the window, watching the ground slip away, she turned to Aarav, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and wonder. "Kitna time lagega?" she asked, her voice barely containing the excitement.

"Eight hours," Aarav replied, his tone calm and steady. His reassuring presence beside her was a comfort, grounding her as the plane lifted off the ground. The sensation of rising into the sky was surreal; the world below became a patchwork of colors and shapes, and Manvi couldn't help but smile in awe.

"Itna samay! Khushi se baat nahi ho payegi. Main use phone kar leti hun," she said, already reaching for her phone. The instinct to check on their daughter was instinctual, a nurturing reflex that had become second nature to her. She wanted to ensure that Khushi was doing well, even from miles above the ground.

The call connected quickly, and Khushi's bright, enthusiastic voice filled her ears. "Mumma, boarded?"

"Haan! Beta, khayal rakhna aapna... aur tumne khana khaya na?" Manvi asked, her concern threading through her words, a mother's worry creeping in as it always did. The love she felt for her daughter was palpable, even across the distance.