As the night was getting darker, casting a dark shade over the Haweli, Rajveer, Ishqi, and the rest of the family members returned to their majestic ancestral home. Ishqi walked between Rajveer and Ishan, beaming with joy, her eyes sparkling like diamonds.
"Ye mera sabse accha Birthday tha, ekdam Best wala"
Ishqi exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement, as she gazed at Rajveer and Ishan.
( "This was my best birthday ever, absolutely amazing." )
Rajveer's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his deep voice filled with affection.
"Ab se tumhari life me sadness ki koi jagah nahi hai, Biwi" he said, his words dripping with promise.
( "From now on, there's no place for sadness in your life, wife." )
Ishan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Exactly, aur ab to meri choti ke liye main bhi hu" he added, his voice laced with warmth.
("Exactly, and now I'm also here for my little sister.")
Ishqi's face glowed with happiness as she smiled at both Rajveer and Ishan, feeling grateful for their love and support.
Just then, Rajveer's phone rang, and he excused himself to take the call, walking to a quiet corner of the courtyard.
Ishqi and Ishan settled into plush couches, surrounded by their loving family members, and indulged in lively gossip and laughter.
The dark full moon night cast a cozy ambiance, as the sound of clinking glasses and joyful chatter filled the air. The Haweli, once again, was filled with love, laughter, and celebrations.
As soon as Rajveer and Ishqi entered their lavish bedroom, Rajveer's eyes sparkled with excitement. He gently grasped Ishqi's hands, leading her to the plush bed.
"Kya hua Veer, kuch bat hai?" Ishqi asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
("What's wrong, Veer, is something bothering you?")
Rajveer's smile hinted at a surprise. "Tumhe bas 2 min yahan baitho, mai abhi ata hu."
("Just sit here for 2 minutes, I'll be right back.")
He vanished into the closet room, leaving Ishqi wondering.
Moments later, Rajveer emerged with two elegantly wrapped boxes. Ishqi's confusion deepened.
"Ye lo, aur jaldi se ready ho jao," Rajveer said, his eyes shining with anticipation.
("Take these, and get ready quickly.")
Ishqi's questioning tone echoed, "Ayien?"
Rajveer's response was cryptic. "Kya Ayien? Jao, jake ready ho, jyada time nahi hai."
English Translation: ("What's the matter? Go, get ready, we don't have much time.")
He handed her the boxes and gestured toward the closet room.
Ishqi's curiosity turned to intrigue. "Par Jana Kahan hai?"
( But where to go ? )
Rajveer's smile grew. "Are chalo na, sab pata chal jayega."
( "Come on, everything will be clear soon." )
Ishqi stepped into the closet room, boxes in hand.
As she opened them, her breath caught:
Inside one box lay a stunning white gown, adorned with diamonds that shimmered like stars.
The other box revealed matching shoes and jewelry that sparkled like fireflies.
Ishqi's heart danced with joy; she felt like a princess.
With renewed excitement, Ishqi readied herself:
Her raven hair cascaded down her back, reaching her waist.
The white gown hugged her curves, accentuating her ethereal beauty.
When she emerged from the closet room, Rajveer's gaze locked onto hers.
Time stood still.
Rajveer's eyes burned with adoration, his face chiseled like a fictional hero come to life.
Ishqi's heart skipped a beat; she felt lost in his gaze.
Rajveer, too, was transformed
His tailored tuxedo accentuated his broad shoulders.
His piercing eyes shone like stars.
Together, they looked like a celestial pair, straight out of a fairy tale.
Their eyes locked, sparks flew.
Rajveer took a step closer, his eyes locking onto Ishqi's. Her gaze was transfixed, drinking in every detail of his chiseled features.
"Ishqi," he called, his deep voice resonating through the room.
"Han," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, lost in the depths of his eyes.
Rajveer's smirk grew, his amusement evident.
"Kya tumhara pati itna handsome hai?"
("Is your husband this handsome?")
Ishqi's response was automatic, "Han."
Rajveer chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of her. The sudden sound broke the spell.
Ishqi's eyes widened, her face flushing like a ripe tomato.
Rajveer teased, his voice low and husky, "Ab mujhe ghoorna ho gaya to chen?"
("Now that you've had your fill of staring, shall we?")
Ishqi's blush deepened. "Ye...ye ghoorna kya hota hai? Han? Mai...mai to apne ti ko hi dekh rahi thi."
("What's this 'staring' thing? Yes...I was just looking at my husband.")
Rajveer's laughter filled the room. "Accha accha, jitna marzi ghoor lena. Ghar ake abhi chalo."
("Okay, stare all you want, when we reach home , let's go now.")
He grasped Ishqi's hands, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
As they left the room, Ishqi's heart raced. The gentle pressure of Rajveer's hand, the warmth of his touch, and the sparkle in his eyes left her breathless.
Is it gonna be a surprise date ?
Or something else ?
Will it be fun or something mischievous is waiting for them ?
Is Ishqi's Birthday going to end on a good note ? Or.....
Wanna know ? Wait for the next part...
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Hukum's Rani Sa
RomanceA girl who is not loved from childhood wants a little bit of love and a family to call her own . She wants a person with whom she can share her pain and happiness. Will she get the love of her life ? Will she find a family ? _______________________...
