Wrong Number : Right Destination

He was on the verge of the terrace when the phone call broke his spell.

"Shit!"

He came down by a invisible pull and picked up his half broken phone from the floor.

Unknown number.

His whole body was trembling.

He picked up the call with shaky hands and held it to his ear.

A loud, angry female voice came from the other side

"HOW DARE YOU DITCH ME ABHIMAN! KUTTE KI MAUT MAROGE SAALE! SHARAM NAHI AYI! MERA PHONE NAHI UTHA RAHE-"

"Shivraj this side."

He said in his calm voice

Silence.

"Agnishikha this side."

Silence again.

"Wrong Number"

Said the both of them in unison.

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Two of them sat on the same bed.

The distance between them was too huge for those who will get married in months.

Aviraj cleared his throat,

"Are you.. comfortable?"

Vyomika nodded

"Waise ghar toh mera hai.. toh..mujhe aapse puchna chahiye tha. Sorry"

Aviraj scratched the back of his neck.

Two of them remained staring at the stylish marbe floor for maximum 5 minutes.

Then Aviraj broke the silence,

"Our parents arranged our marriage"

No aviraj. THIS was the sentence you blurted out before your would be bride? Kya paati banega tu.

Vyomika blinked once at him and nodded like a Ai robot would.

Aviraj spoke again

"Do you..agree to this marriage? If you don't, then the marriage won't happen without your consent"

"I agree."

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