For Samayra, being a successful veterinary doctor was enough. For her parents, It wasn't.
They say, For those, who fail to find love, there's always arranged marriage.
Yeah, it's the truth but.. How do you fall in love when it's a compulsion and no...
The song I imagined Samayra and Ambar to dance on..
Samayra POV
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"Where are you going?" I ask as I watch his petite tush, getting covered by his boxer briefs while he gets out of bed.
"I need to rush to the HQ, don't worry about me. It can take the whole night sometimes, go to bed." He says finding a formal shirt from his closet and slipping it on, followed by a pair of grey sweatpants.
"Are you sure those go with your shirt?" I ask wrapping the blanket around me and sitting up leaning on the pillows.
"I'll be behind a table if there's press and if not..These cloths will just be all dirty and bloodied up by morning." He says opening the bedside drawer and picking up his service revolver.
"What do you mean by.. Bloodied up?" I ask confused.
"Just know that your friend, Vicky got lucky that I was busy somewhere else." He says sitting on the bedside and putting his socks and tying his sneakers.
"Or you got lucky, because I sure as hell would have dragged you to court if he was hurt.." I retort.
"As much as I love when you are all angry and riled up.. I should go.." he says coming next to me. He bends down and plants a quick kiss on my neck and then on my lips.
"Good night.." he says and walks out shutting the door behind him.
I get out of bed for a much needed hot water shower. I felt relaxed and step out in a towel wrapped around me when I heard a knock on the door.
"Wait.. hold on..Don't open it." I say and hurry up wearing a full length night robe and walking to the door to open it.
"Hey.. Bhabhi.." Chetan says standing there, tapping his foot nervously.
"Hi.. Everything okay?" I ask.
"Yeah.. I saw Bhai leave earlier. And if you don't want to rest, I just wanted some company." He says and shrugs his shoulders.
"Sure.. Just give me a minute. I'll dry my hair."
"I'll be in the kitchen. I hope you like brownies." He says.
"Who doesn't.." I say amused and he leaves with a smile.
I come back and dress up in a plain blue salwar suit, drying my hair and still taking a dupatta, because you never know when you might run into Grandma.
Who I haven't seen this morning.
Which is weird. Not that I want to see her after how she talked to my father, but still.
I enter the kitchen as Chetan puts something in the oven.
"Where's everyone else?" I ask looking at the comparatively empty household. There were like a hundred people when I came in earlier this evening.
