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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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Warning Chapter is 16+. Read on your own risk. 🔞
P.S- author is going underground after this chapter.😂
*Nishtha's POV*:-
I glanced outside again as the screech of the car taking a sharp turn caught my attention.
Outside was a something like a cottage, the mere sight of it made my heart burst in warmth. This place was hardly 1/10th the size of the Rajput mansion but somehow this place felt different, something warmer, more homelike.
And with a final turn the car took a steady halt in front of a garage at the side of the cottage.
"Here we are.," Ranvijay's announced.
My eyes wandered around the house, and hands slid down to the lock to open the door but it was locked from the driver's side.
I titled my head to ask Ranvijay to open the door but the place beside me was empty. Ranvijay was already jogging out of the car, to my side.
Bending his upper body a little, he clicked the car open and pulled open the door graciously.
While his left hand held the door the right was forwarded to me, for a second there I decided to forget all my anguish and just stay in the moment.
At the thought of sometime alone and privately with Ranvijay, a smile naturally made it's way on my lips as I entwined my hand together with Ranvijay's and stepped out of the car.
As I got a better view at the house, I couldn't help but marvel at it's simplicity and elegance.
The structure was built on baked bricks, the rusty orange colour of the bricks blended perfectly into the natural surroundings of the house.
From the stairs of the house, a small cobblestone path lead to a mini-garden. I could spot a few fruits, vegetables and herbs grown in there, adding their own shade of brightness to the greens.
My eyes gently swivelled back to the house, stepping up two stairs of the house was a verandah. My inner child felt exulted at the aight of a jhoola (swing) hanging in the verandah.
I already loved this place.
"Where are we ?," I asked out of curiousity as a wave of salty, fresh sea breeze hit me.
There was a soft pink glow of the sun set in the sky and the lingering scent of the holi colours, exhaustion but at the same time joy seemed to coat the enviornment.
I had already started entered the verandah much to my notice. Finding a shoe box at the side, I removed my sandles, my feet for a second felt as if theh were placed on an ice sheet.
"Near the sea.,"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the smug answer while Ranvijay chuckled slightly, "This is my cottage near the sea, bought this from my salary of starting 4 years. It's just half an hour away from the house."
