Randhir Singh Shekhawat, the 27 years old elder son of Shekhawats ,one of the richest business family of the continent is probable CEO of the "Shekhawat Corporation".
He has everything a person only dreams of , enormous wealth,fame power and women a...
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Sanyukta...
Fluttering my eyes open ,I was missing the warmth of his chest on my back which I had been enjoying for last one week when I decided to move in his room.It is quite difficult for me to adapt in the territory of my robotic husband .
Every single thing in this room seems nobody has touched them since a century . Not a particle of dust over shining antique Chinese vase and various expensive metal tiny sculptures.The room reminds me of my school days but his aura is the soul of this room where I love to dwell til my last day on the earth.
The windows were closed so I predicted the weather must be harsh outside as it the end of year.
I ran my fingers gingerly over the crumbled bedsheet where I could smell his cologne .I am afraid if I was living in a dream because everything is happening so miraculously that it was not very for me to digest the reality.
I kissed his photo frame which was kept on the side table and went to the bathroom to do my morning job.The bathroom was still steamy ,it means he had just taken a shower but why so early .
With these puzzles thoughts I came out of the bathroom after a fresh warm shower.My eyes snapped open when strong aroma og fresh coffee and my favorite Indian breakfast aloo paratha hit my nostrils.
But nobody knows about my food likings .
"Sanyukta where have you lost..?"his voice disturbed my thoughts then I realised he was arranging the plates on the table .
"Huh.."I quietly sat on one of the couch while he poured hot coffee in my mug.
"Look your favorite breakfast.."he smiled putting a paratha and curd in my plate.
"How do you know about it.."finally I asked him .
"Eat Sanyukta your questions can wait.."he said calmly with care.
I put a morsel inside my mouth.My taste buds immediately recognized the familiar taste.
"Mom.... only my Mom can make such delicious aloo paratha..I wobbly said with confused creases on my forehead.
"Its your Mom only who made these ..."he brightly answered thus the half chewed morsel stuck in my throat.
"Hey..easy Sanyukta...I am not snatching them away from you..so eat slowly.."he rubbed my back .
"But how..I mean..She.. can't be here..in our castle.."I couldn't understand his round talks.
"She came here in early morning.. actually I called her and Sumit for the lunch before we leave at night.."he shoot another riddle for my brain to ache more.
"Us..who is us now..Randhir use simple language..I am a business student not of literature ..."I was pissed by his continuous grin.
"You and I..we're leaving for a six days business trip to Spain.. tonight so I want us to spend some quality time with our family ..since we're going to miss them a lot .. specially you.."he said .
