AUTHOR’S POV
As Shivnya stepped outside, Ridhimaa asked, "Beta, jaane ka time ho gaya. Abhimanyu kahaan hai?"
( child it is the time for leaving where is he ?? )
"Aa rahe hain, Maa," she replied. Radhika approached her and sheepishly suggested, "Bhabhi, aapko bhi bhaiya ko kuch return gift dena chahiye."
( he is coming mom)
( sister-in-law you should also give some return gift to brother-in-law )
Shivnya gave her a stern look, but her expression softened when Anirudh came running toward her. She scooped him up in her arms just as Abhimanyu entered the room, now dressed in a navy blue shirt and white pants that perfectly matched Shivnya's outfit. She couldn't help but stare at her handsome husband, while Avantika and Radhika smirked, noticing the couple's coordinated attire. Her thoughts were interrupted when Anirudh said, "Princess?"
"Yes, baby," she responded, her voice gentle.
Abhimanyu walked over to them, standing beside Shivnya. Anirudh, in a childishly protective tone, said, "Agar yeh aapko wapas maare ya tang kare, toh mujhe batana. Main inhe bahut maroonga jaise hero villain ko marta hai."
( If he hits you back or troubles you, let me know. I will beat him up like a hero beats up a villain. )
Abhimanyu playfully glared at him and Shivnya said, "Baby, aise nahi bolte. Wo aapke bade papa hain. Aur unhone nahi mara hai." Abhimanyu smiled warmly at Shivnya 's words , but she ignored him, while Anirudh stuck out his tongue.
( baby you shouldn't speak like that for him he is your uncle and he didn't hurt me)
As everyone bid goodbye, Shivnya chose to sit with her cousins instead of Abhimanyu. He composed himself, maintaining a poker face and putting on his sunglasses. His navy blue shirt paired with white pants, gelled hair, and well-groomed beard and mustache made him look irresistibly dashing. Though she was upset with him, Shivnya couldn't help but steal one last glance at him before getting into the car.
Abhimanyu was disappointed that he couldn't talk to her or get her number to call or message her. He watched his wife leave with her cousins and then went to the airport. They all boarded a private jet to Mumbai, while Shivnya took a flight to Delhi, planning to meet Vikram, Barley, and Rishi there and attend the meetings and the launch party of her project . Abhimanyu desperately wanted to talk to his wife and resolve their issues, but due to her conditions, he couldn't.
Upon landing, Abhimanyu headed straight to his office for the stupid important meeting, while Shivnya checked into her hotel in Delhi and attended her postponed meetings. She was so busy that she forgot about the hickey and the ring on her finger.
During her first meeting, Vikram, Barley, and Rishi noticed the hickey and the ring. After the meeting, they entered her personal suite study . Barley grinned, Vikram maintained a poker face, and Rishi smirked at their boss.
Shivnya looked at them sternly and asked, "Say quickly, what do you three want? I have another meeting to attend." Barley gestured towards the ring on her finger. She glanced at her hand and her neck , realizing she was still wearing the mangalsutra and the ring . She quickly removed both and placed them in a drawer, then resumed her work.
But the three didn't leave. Frustrated, she asked, "What now? Why are you still standing here?" Barley pointed to her neck, indicating the dark hickey. Embarrassed, she quickly said with nervousness , "Both of you arrange the next meeting, and Barley, you cover it."
As Barley began her task, Shivnya avoided eye contact, lost in thoughts of the morning's intimate moments with her husband. Despite trying to focus on work, her mind wandered to memories of their close bond, realizing how much she missed him. Every glance at her empty ring finger and her empty neck reminded her of Abhimanyu, and the warmth of their shared moments tugged at her heart.
ABHIMANYU’S POV
I sat through that mind-numbing meeting, my thoughts completely elsewhere. I couldn't focus on a single word being said. All I could think about my Shivnya—her smile, her scent, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. I craved her presence, her touch, her warmth. As soon as the meeting ended, I felt an overwhelming urge to rush back to her, but she wasn't at home, and I didn’t have her mobile number or any way to reach her.
Desperate, I turned to my two PAs. One handled my office work, the other my more covert operations. I fixed my gaze on Vivek and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
He looked up, puzzled, while cleaning his guns. "No, boss," he replied casually. Maintaining my poker face, I glanced at Piyush, who replied nervously, "No."
I sighed deeply, my mind swirling with thoughts of Shivnya. Piyush hesitated, then asked, "What happened, sir?" I paused, contemplating, before asking, "Does the company have Shivnya's personal number?"
His negative response only fueled my frustration. I needed to talk to her. I was desperate. "No, sir, all the numbers are professional and attended by her PA," he said.
Vivek then asked the question that pierced my pride, "Why, boss, don’t you have Ma'am's mobile number?" I scratched my neck, feeling a rare vulnerability, and admitted, "No."
They exchanged knowing smiles. "But sir, your marriage happened a month ago. How come—" Vivek started to tease, but I cut him off sharply, "Would you zip your mouth and help me find my wife's mobile number?"
Vivek asked cautiously, "Why didn’t you ask her for her number?" How could I explain that I hadn't thought that far ahead, and when I did, the situation had already deteriorated? I hadn't anticipated being in this predicament. I replied in a fit of rage, "Would you stop counting my mistakes and do your work?"
They quickly got to work on their laptops. Suddenly, Vikram said, "Boss, considering how particular she is about technology, I don’t think we’ll find her mobile number." My anger reached a boiling point, and I stood up, saying curtly, "I don’t care what it takes. I need to talk to her."
They continued their search, while I turned to the window, gazing out at the city, my heart aching. Then, in a timid voice, Piyush said, "Sir, we have Ma'am's email ID. Maybe you can message her through that."
Finally, a glimmer of hope. I ordered, "Okay, give me that." I took the email ID and began to write, starting formally.
"Hi Ms. Rajvanshi, I need to discuss something related to business. Please contact us ASAP."
But after ten emails and no response, my patience shattered. I let my emotions spill out in my next message:
"Jaan, please talk to me. I can't stay away from you. Please, baby."
I hit send and sat back, my heart pounding, hoping that she would feel my desperation, my longing, and reach out. The thought of her filled my mind, her laugh, her touch, and the love we shared. I needed her like air, and nothing else mattered.
AUTHOR’S POV
Shivnya was in the middle of a crucial meeting when Rishi and Vikram noticed the flood of emails coming in on the company account. They exchanged amused looks, knowing exactly who was behind the relentless messages. When the eleventh email arrived, filled with desperation and love, they couldn't suppress their grins. Rishi took the laptop and headed to the study where Shivnya was conducting her meeting.
Shivnya glanced up, puzzled by Rishi’s intrusion. He never interrupted her meetings. "Ma'am, there's an important email I think you should check," he said meekly.
Her confusion deepened. "Now?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," he affirmed with an assuring look.
"In the middle of a meeting?" she questioned, glancing at her clients. But Rishi insisted, placing the laptop in front of her. "Ma'am, it's urgent."
Her tone was stern, bordering on irritation. "It better be important or—" she began, but as she opened the emails, her annoyance melted away. The first few messages from Abhimanyu were formal, requesting her to talk to him. But as she scrolled down, the emails became increasingly informal and heartfelt, filled with his desperate yearning and the pet names they shared.
Her heart swelled with love, but she maintained her stoic expression. "Mr. Malhotra, Rishi and Vikram will continue from here," she ordered. The clients looked confused but complied. Before they left, she added, "After the meeting, bring me the papers. You both can leave now."
Once alone, Shivnya quickly typed a reply, trying to keep up the pretense of being upset. "What do you want, Mr. Rathore, now?"
When Abhimanyu received her response, his face lit up with happiness. He typed back eagerly, "Jaan."
"Yes, Abhi?" she responded, using the nickname only she called him.
His apology poured out, his words laced with regret and longing. "Sorry, jaan. I know it’s my mistake. Please forgive me."
Shivnya’s eyes softened as she read his words, but she didn't want to make it too easy for him. "Abhi, when you reach Delhi, we will talk. Now give your mind and body some rest."
But Abhimanyu, ever the stubborn one, replied, "No, I want to talk to you now. First, forgive me."
She had already forgiven him, but she wanted him to understand the need for rest. "Abhi, it’s already night. You should rest."
Abhimanyu’s persistence shone through. "Jaan, forgive me na."
His poetic plea touched her heart:
" Hukum aapka tha, joo mene na mana.
Khata waar hu joo m, na aaya nibhana.
Saaza aap joo bhi dogi, wo manzoor hogi,
Tabhi meri mushkil dor hogi.
( some poetic lines from Indian song )
Please, jaan, maaf kar dijiye na apne pati ko."
( please jaan forgive your husband )
Finally, she replied, trying to contain her smile, "Aree ek sec, hume likhne toh dijiye."
( wait a sec let me also type )
He couldn't bear being away from her any longer and was ready to do anything for her forgiveness. She confessed, "Humne aapko kab ka maaf kar diya. Hum the thode naraz par itna bhi nahi, bas bhi kijiye ab aap."
( I have forgiven you long ago. I was a little angry but not that much, stop it now)
Abhimanyu’s heart soared. He shouted in joy, startling both his PAs. "Iska matlab aap maan gayi?" he asked, seeking confirmation.
( did that mean you agreed )
"Haa, hum maan gaye hain. Ab aap aaram kariye," she reassured him.
( yes I am convinced now you please rest )
"Jaan, hum abhi aa jaye aapke paas?" he asked excitedly.
( Love should I come to you now only?? )
"Abhi sirf 14 ghante ki baat hai. Aap aaram se aayiega na. Abhi aap jaiye aur aaram kijiye," Shivnya tried to soothe him
( Abhi it's only about 14 hours.. You take rest and come in the morning at ease )
"Pure 14 hours," he muttered, restless at the thought of being apart from her for so long.
"Abhi, go and rest," she suggested gently, worried about his well-being.
"Abhi??" she messaged again when he didn’t respond.
SHIVNYA’S POV
"Pataa nahi kaha chale gaye, shayad kuch kaam aa gaya ho," I murmured to myself, feeling a mix of confusion and hurt. "Par aisa bhi kya kaam jo baat beech mein hi chhod kar chale gaye. Abhi toh maafi maangi inhone, aur ab fir aise beech mein chale gaye. Kal bataungi inhe milne ke baad."
( don't know where he went, maybe he had some work )
( But what kind of work will come is that, that he left in the middle of the conversation . Now only he apologized for his last mistakes, and now again he went away in the same way. tomorrow after I meet him, I will make him know how it feels )
As I signed the papers, I noticed the amused grins on the faces of Vikram, Rishi, and Barley. Their expressions only added to my frustration. "You all can leave now," I said in a stern tone. Vikram and Rishi nodded and retreated to their rooms, while Barley lingered in my presidential suite, her smirk unchanging.
Missing Abhi so much, I sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the distance between us. I longed to be with him, but I had to wait a torturous 14 hours. Exhausted from the day's meetings and overwhelmed by my emotions, I decided not to eat. Instead, I took some sleeping pills and lay on the bed. My mind was filled with memories of Abhimanyu—the way he smiled, the warmth of his touch, his comforting presence. These thoughts wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep.
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Meanwhile, Abhimanyu's heart swelled with relief and joy upon reading Shivnya’s email. Knowing she wasn’t upset with him anymore and cared deeply about his well-being ignited a renewed sense of urgency within him. He couldn’t bear the thought of being away from her any longer. Hastily, he ordered his assistant to arrange his private jet. He needed to get to Delhi as soon as possible.
Without replying to Shivnya’s last email, he made a beeline for the airport, his mind racing with thoughts of her. The plane ride felt interminable as he replayed their conversations and imagined holding her in his arms again.
Upon landing in Delhi, he immediately instructed his assistant to procure the largest bouquet of red roses available. He needed to show her how much she meant to him. With the bouquet in hand, he headed straight to the hotel, ignoring everyone in his path. His heart pounded with anticipation as he stood before the door to her presidential suite. He rang the bell, his excitement palpable. Impatiently, he rang it again, unable to wait any longer to see her.Every second felt like an eternity until finally, the door opened.
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As I lay in bed, the incessant ringing of the doorbell pierced through my exhaustion. I was so tired that I didn't want to move, but the relentless noise finally pushed me to the edge of frustration. Groaning, I dragged myself out of bed. On the way to the door, I saw Barley already approaching it, but I stopped her. I had clearly told the receptionist not to send anyone up. My anger simmered as I approached the door, ready to unleash my irritation on whoever was disturbing my peace.
To my shock, I was greeted by a massive bouquet of red roses. My breath caught in my throat, and as the bouquet lowered, it revealed Abhimanyu's handsome face. Overwhelmed with emotion, I jumped into his arms, wrapping myself around him tightly. He hugged me back with equal fervor, lifting my bare feet onto his shoes to protect them from the cold floor. I looked up at him, my eyes brimming with tears of joy, and gave him the biggest smile I could muster.
"If you missed me so much, why didn’t you just order me to come to you?" he teased with a smirk. His words fell on deaf ears as I clung to him like a lifeline. He chuckled softly, "Jaan, let me come inside the room."
But I refused to let go, holding on tighter. He chuckled again, placing one hand under my bottom, making me squeal as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me inside, his strong arms making me feel safe and cherished. "Hi, Barley," he greeted with a wave. I didn't care; all that mattered was that he was here with me.
Abhi always had a way of making me feel special, and today was no exception. His presence filled the room, making everything else fade away. But his voice brought me back to reality.
"Hi, Barley," he said again, and I quickly jumped down, feeling embarrassed for behaving so intimately in front of her. Abhi smirked at my flushed face as I tried to regain my composure.
"Ma'am, I'll sleep in my room. You and sir be comfortable here, please," Barley said with a knowing grin before leaving. I felt even more ashamed for not controlling my emotions.
Abhi looked confused and asked, "What did she say?" I didn't reply, taking the roses from his hands and heading towards the hall. He followed me, scooping me up in his arms again. "Tell me, jaan," he insisted.
"You should remind me that Barley was there. It was such an embarrassing moment," I complained, slipping from his lap and scooting closer between his legs.
He chuckled and sat on the couch, placing me on his thigh. "Sorry, love, but I couldn't control myself when you shower me with love. By the way, they should get used to seeing their boss clinging to her husband."
"Abhi," I exclaimed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection.
"What? I'm just saying the truth." He shrugged, and I couldn't help but laugh at his nonchalance. I grabbed a cushion and threw it at him, making him exclaim in shock as his grip loosened.
"Jaan," he called as I stood up, grabbed another cushion, and ran to the corner of the sofa. I threw the cushion at him again, laughing at his stunned expression. He got up and ran after me.
"This is wrong," he said, chasing me around the suite. I showed him a playful finger, "Nothing is wrong when Mr. Rathore's wife is doing something."
He smirked, stopping his chase. I threw another cushion at him, making him run after me again. "Yeah, it's true, but... it's not fair, jaan."
"Come here!" he shouted as I tried to run, but my bulky husband caught me with one hand around my waist. He twirled me around and lifted me in his arms bridal style. My laughs and shouts echoed in the suite. He looked at my smiling face and complimented me, making butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"My cute little wife, you should remember one thing: you can't run from me. Wherever you go, your lover will follow."
I wrapped my arms around him as he carried me near the sofa. "Did you miss me?" he asked, sitting down and placing me on his thigh. I nodded.
"Say it," he demanded. I chuckled, looking into his eyes. "Yes, I missed you," I said, but he insisted, his look becoming more seductive.
"Say it properly, jaan." I laughed at his demand, teasing him. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me tighter. Sometimes I felt like if there was space in him for me to fit, he would keep me there just to be together always.
"Oh, my husband wants proper words," I teased.
"Yes," he replied with a grin.
"I missed you very, very much, my patidev." He smiled, our faces so close that we could feel each other's breath. He leaned in to kiss me, but my stomach rumbled, and I didn't feel his lips on mine. I peeked, seeing his straight face as he asked, "Did you eat something?"
"Uhmm... Yes," I lied nervously, but he knew I was lying. He looked at me strictly. "Jaan, no lies."
I slipped from his thighs to sit between his legs and admitted, "No." I tried to sit comfortably, but I felt something poking my lower back. Ignoring it, I answered his question, "Because I didn't want to."
"Why?" he asked, looking at me with narrowed eyes. A moment later, I felt the poking sensation again but brushed it off, replying, "Because I didn't want to."
"But you're still sleepy. How is that possible?" he asked, his brows furrowed. Shit, I thought. Now I'll get scolded for taking sleeping pills. He looked at me with narrowed eyes and asked, "Did you take your sleeping pills again?"
"Jaan," he prompted, finally making me confess. "Yes," I admitted, bracing myself for his scolding.
"Why?" he asked again. I tried to make an excuse, but my mind wasn't working, especially in front of my husband.
"Because..." I trailed off.
"Because?" he pressed, raising his brows. Frustrated, I admitted, "I was missing you, and my mind was full of your thoughts. I couldn't sleep, but I was tired, so I thought..." He chuckled but then spoke in a concerned voice, "Jaan, how many times have I told you not to take those pills? If you missed me, you should have called."
His last remark seemed so obvious, but I retorted, "I thought about it, but you disappeared from the email."
"Oh," he said, making an 'oh' face. "Let's fill your little stomach with something," he said, caressing my belly.
"I don't want to eat anything," I tried to make an excuse.
"Keep quiet. No arguments in these matters," he said strictly and ordered food for us. He went to change his clothes, and when the food arrived, we sat down to eat. He stopped me, making me sit on his lap. I loved sitting on his lap; it was the comfiest place, and his chest the best pillow. His arms were my favorite side pillows, and his body was the perfect bed. In total, he was the perfect resting place for me for my whole life. I shyly accepted his gesture, and he took a bite and fed me.
I made a morsel for him too, but he bit my fingers, making me exclaim, "Abhi, don't!" He chuckled and continued feeding me. When I bit him back, his face remained neutral. He fed me again, and I bit him harder, yet he didn't flinch. Finally, I grabbed his wrist, looked at his finger with my teeth marks, and asked, "You didn't feel any pain?"
He looked at me with soft eyes and a smile. "You can never give me pain, jaan. You always give me love."
I scolded him, "Shut up, you idiot. You should have stopped me or shown pain. See how brutally I bit you!"
"It's okay, my love. Continue eating," he said with a smile. I looked at him in astonishment but before he could feed me again, I took his finger and gently sucked on it to ease the pain.
( her lips would look more better on something else )
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