A not-so-typical arranged marriage romance:
Ram Kapoor, owner of the famous food delivery start-up 'India Eatz', is among the richest businessmen in the country. Despite having both wealth and power, he felt like a failure when he wasn't able to do...
Now that the rituals were over and Priya was standing in a stranger's room as his wife, things started to hit her. She couldn't help but have second thoughts about this marriage.
She went with the flow for the first time, and this feeling wasn't settling well with her.
Is he actually like what he shows the world?
Will this marriage work?
Will I settle into their very different lifestyle?
There were several "will's" and "what if's" in her mind.
But will she ask? No.
Will he ask her? Probably not.
Will the 'good what ifs' be fulfilled? God knows. . . . .
After the not-so-decent talks and teasing session by his friends and cousins, Ram entered his room, just to be hit with reality.
The room was thick with nervousness, making him anxious.
As the sweat beads formed on his forehead, his first thought went to the AC. As he turned to check on it, his gaze met his wife, his new and now forever reality, who was staring blankly at the closed window.
"Dr. Priya."
No answer.
*Clearing his throat*, "Dr. Priya."
No answer.
That's when an idea hit him. He retraced his steps out of the room, closing one side of the door. . . . .
The opening of the door with a loud bang jolted Priya out of her whirlwind of questions, only for them to settle down once and for all.
"Kya yaar, Doctor Priya, aap to badi chant nikli, mujhe The Ram Kapoor ko hara diya," a whiny Ram entered the room, taking quick steps in her direction.
And Priya couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the little stunt she pulled during the ring-finding ceremony by snatching the ring from his hand before anyone's gaze fell on it.
"Haww!! Has rahi ho vo bhi cheating karke, iska badla lega re tera Ram," he gasped dramatically, keeping one hand over his mouth while the other rested on his hip.
His antics made her laugh even more. "Dekh lenge," she replied in a challenging tone.
A smile soon made its appearance on his face too.
On the inside, Ram was both awkward and embarrassed—very embarrassed—but he had to do it. Now that he was married, his wife's reveries were his too, and making her comfortable in his house was his duty.
As the little laughter subsided, replaced by tiny warm smiles, the two turned their faces towards the window, side-glancing at each other alternately. . . . .
After a refreshing bath, Ram came out of the washroom, only to find Priya still in the same attire, struggling with her hair.
'Help karu kya? '
'Nahi... ajeeb lagega '
Priya glanced at him through the mirror.
'Help karne ki formality hi kar lete ', irritation crept in as she saw him comfortably sitting on the sofa, wearing a white kurta and scrolling through his phone.
'Ritika se kah.....', "Aah," a wince escaped her lips as she harshly pulled a few strands of hair along with the pin.
"Dr. Priya," he swiftly rose from the sofa, walking closer to her. "Let me."
"Nahi, main kar lungi," she answered with even more irritation.
But without paying any heed to her words, he took the hairpin, detangling it from her hair gently.
"Main ke...."
"Help maangne se chhote nahi ho jaate," he taunted.
"Help offer karne se bhi nahi hote," she murmured to herself.
"Huh?"
"Kuch nahi," rolling her eyes, she finally gave up.
Removing the last pin, Ram ran his hand through her hair, letting it cascade down. Simultaneously, their eyes met and locked onto each other in the mirror, turning the environment cozy and their cheeks warm.
"I'll change," quickly breaking the contact, Priya got up and walked into the washroom. . . . .
Priya had just sat on the bed when she saw Ram patting the pillow on the other side of the bed.
"Aap kahan sone wale hain?"
Ram scrunched his face as he looked at her. "Kahan kya, sab bed pe......" his chuckle soon died, "Ek second," he gasped. "You want me to sleep on the sofa? Dr. Priya, ye... ye nahi kar raha main ", he declared in finality.
"Mr. Kapoor...,"
"Are movie thori chal rahi meri back ki band jaegi.....main nahi," he quickly lay down on his side before she could protest. After all, being a hero is good, but walking around with back pain because of it was definitely worst.
"At least dusra blanket to le lijiye," she tried for the second option.
Ram lifted his neck, looking around, his tired body already giving up. "Dr. Priya, aaj adjust kar lo na, kal subah sabse pehle Tarun se blanket nikalwa dunga."
"Ma....,"
"Main... main bilkul side mein rahunga," he spoke, shifting more towards the end.
"Arey... tch... jo aapka man kare," irritated, she too lay down, 'khud hi ki choice hai na ab jhele.'
"Good night, Dr. Priya," Ram wished, turning off the light.
"All the best," she spoke instead, turning to the other side.
Ram frowned but didn't voice it out. . . . . It was during midnight that he understood the reason for that "all the best" when a foot landed heavily on him while he was already on the extreme side of the bed with no blanket.
Removing the foot, irritated, he raised his neck to look at Priya, only to find the blanket twisted and clutched between her arms while she slept, shivering in the cold.
"Yaar," he sighed, shaking his head as he finally closed the air conditioner.
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Btw an important information, my medical college has started and it's already very hectic 🥹, waise to I'll try my best but phir bhi story kabhi kabar delay ho sakti hai to please adjust
