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🎶 Ishq Di Baajiyaan Jeetiyan na haariyan Jaan se lag gayin Jaan ki yaariyan
Gin ke dekh badan pe neel diye hain Ishq ne... Pade jo haath pe chhaale chheel diye hain Ishq ne... Ve main saare dukh sehna tainu nahi dassna 🎶
Dilraj's POV
Home. I had never felt so eager to return to that structure made of bricks as I did today. Why? Because now, home meant her. My Mehar. It meant shedding all my stress and surrendering to the comfort of her arms. It meant resting my head in her lap and finally living the life I had always waited for—a life with her.
I couldn't brush off the excitement of simply having her in my room, my bed, and my life as just the honeymoon phase of newlyweds. Because I had felt the same way about her for the past eleven years. The more time I spent with her, the more I craved her.
Despite a tiring day cocooned in office chaos, I felt an odd sense of peace as I drove back to the mansion. After all, my wife had promised me my favorite food and, most importantly, her time. Sometimes, leaving her was the hardest thing, and my position as president felt like my biggest enemy in our togetherness.
My eyes fell on the passenger seat, where my phone lay dead—but all I cared about was that the bouquet I had bought for her was still fresh. My wife would pamper me with food, so it was my duty to spoil her rotten with her favorites, too.
Like her favorite white roses.
I had spent my break roaming through Flower Street, handpicking this bunch. Then, I bought the only dessert she loved more than me—chocolate brownies with ice cream.
How could I forget the toppings? I got them packed separately, including her favorite strawberries and fudge sauce.
We were going to have quite a dinner date.
The night was growing darker with each passing second. My car swooshed past the whispering trees, disturbed by the pressure of the wind.
A blaring horn from a car behind me made me shift lanes to let it overtake, but surprisingly, the driver kept honking. Instead of checking on him, I glanced into the rearview mirror. A car full of guards usually followed me in disguise, ensuring my security from afar without disturbing other drivers. I never believed in dominating the road with my power—my safety shouldn't come at the cost of inconveniencing others.
My instinct was right. The honking car was here to corner me—my convoy security vehicle was missing.
