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Ishika emerged from the washroom, wrapped in a towel, her slender figure radiating a gentle glow. She opened the cupboard and retrieved a sleeveless pink kurti paired with a white plazzo, slipping into the comforting fabric.
As she stood before the dressing mirror, her face appeared pale, devoid of the sparkle that once danced in her eyes. Her lips, once curled into a bright smile, now lay still, a testament to the turmoil brewing within.
She reached for the moisturizer and gently applied it to her face, her touch tender, as if soothing a wounded soul. With a book in hand, she settled onto the swing in her balcony, the dark night sky unfolding before her like an endless canvas.
The cold wind whispered secrets in her ear, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Her wet hair flowed behind her like a river of night, as she hugged her knees and gazed up at the moon with a melancholic chuckle.
"Two weeks," she whispered, the words barely audible over the rustling of leaves. A lone tear escaped her eyes, and she hastily wiped it away, as if ashamed to acknowledge the pain.
With a determined breath, she pushed aside thoughts of him and focused on the tiny life growing within her. A soft smile spread across her lips as she began to talk to her baby, her voice filled with love and longing.
In those moments, her heart swelled with joy, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of the old Ishika.
The world around her melted away, leaving only the gentle rhythm of her voice and the quiet beat of her baby's heart.
Hyper club, rajasthan
The man sitting at the bar, clad in a sleek black tuxedo, tossed back shot after shot, the amber liquid burning down his throat. His hands moved mechanically, picking up the glasses, drinking, and repeating the cycle.
As he downed the last shot, he huffed, wiping his lips jerkily with the back of his hand. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, gleamed with a mixture of desperation and despair.
"Sir, you've already had 20 shots, maybe-" the bartender began, but Avyaan cut him off, his husky voice low and menacing.
"One more."
He tossed back the final shot, his eyes never leaving the glass. Then, he ran a shaky hand through his hair, as if trying to clear the haze. Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned to face the owner of that hand.
A woman, dressed in a skintight black dress, stood beside him, her curves visible beneath the fabric. She moved closer, her voice husky and seductive.
"You need me, right?"
But Avyaan's reaction was far from welcoming. He grasped her wrist tightly, his grip like a vice. She hissed in pain, trying to wriggle free.
"Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Avyaan's red-shot eyes blazed with anger as he hurled her away from him. She stumbled, fell to the floor, and scrambled to her feet. Without a backward glance, she fled the scene.
The sound of his phone ringing cut through the air. Avyaan picked up the call, his voice curt.
"Avyaan, where are you? You have a flight in three hours," his father reminded him.
"I know that," Avyaan snapped, ending the call without another word.
He rose from his chair, opening the top two buttons of his coat, and strode out of the bar. The cool night air enveloped him as he slid into his car and started the engine.
With a sense of determination, he put the car in gear and drove towards the one place his heart yearned for - the place where his soul awaited.
His heart pounded in his chest, his thoughts consumed by the memories of her - Ishika, his biwi.
Rajput house.
Ishika was lost in the pages of her book, the words blurring together as the wind began to whisper secrets in her ear. The gentle breeze transformed into a fierce caress, sending goosebumps prickling across her bare hands.
She rose from the swing, her eyes drawn to the moon hanging low in the sky, its silvery light illuminating the turmoil brewing within her.
A soft, despairing huff escaped her lips as she grasped the railings, her mind reeling with the drastic, heart-shattering turn her life had taken.
The uncertainty of her future loomed before her like an insurmountable mountain, its peak shrouded in darkness, threatening to consume her. Tears glistened in her eyes, a testament to the anguish that had become her constant, unwelcome companion.
The memories of the past two weeks swirled around her, each one a painful reminder of what she had lost, of what had been brutally torn from her grasp. Her heart sank, weighed down by the hurt that threatened to suffocate her, to snuff out the last flicker of hope within her.
And then, something shifted within her chest, a flutter that seemed to echo the beat of another heart, a heart that had once been so intimately entwined with hers.
Her breath caught, her lungs freezing in anticipation, as a hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. The touch sent shivers coursing through her veins, her skin tingling with a mixture of fear and longing. "Calm down, it's me, your patidev," a husky, whiskey-roughened voice whispered, sending ripples of emotion through her entire being.
The scent of alcohol wafted up, a potent reminder of the man who held her, of the pain and the passion that had once burned between them. "Av-yaan," she whispered, her voice trembling, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.
He tightened his hold, his chin nestling into the crook of her shoulder, his warm breath dancing across her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Hmm," he hummed, the vibration of his voice echoing through her entire being, awakening a deep, primal longing within her.
Ishika's mind reeled, her thoughts tangled in a web of confusion, her heart torn between the desire to push him away and the longing to hold him close, to never let him go.
"What are you doing here? You're drunk; leave me," she protested, her voice barely above a whisper, her body straining against his hold, even as her heart begged her to surrender to his touch.
Avyaan's eyes remained closed, his face nuzzling the warmth of Ishika's neck. The past two weeks of anguish and longing seemed to melt away, like water poured on a raging fire. Even in his drunken state, his mind had never strayed far from thoughts of his 'biwi'.
Ishika's soft voice pierced the air, "Avyaan, please..." Her words were laced with a mix of desperation and longing, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. But was she pleading for him to leave or to hold her closer?
Without warning, Avyaan turned her to face him. Before Ishika could even glance at his face, he enveloped her in a tight hug, his hands wrapped around her waist, his face buried in the warmth of her neck.
Ishika's emotions swirled, her body responding to his touch. She was unable to speak, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.
Avyaan's lips brushed against her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. His touch ignited a spark within her, and she felt herself melting into his embrace. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving down to her chest, where he teased and tantalized, his touch sending her moaning into his hold.
As Avyaan's lips continued their journey, Ishika's emotions reached a boiling point. She felt the familiar flutter in her chest, the same sensation she had tried to suppress for weeks. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing with anticipation.
Avyaan's lips finally reached the corner of her mouth, where he teased and tempted, his warm breath dancing across her skin. Ishika's eyes remained closed, her senses heightened as she waited for the inevitable, the touch sending shockwaves through her entire being, not feeling any movement her eyes went open.
Avyaan's gaze met Ishika's, and for a moment, time stood still. His red, bloodshot eyes softened, filled with a deep longing, as he drank in the sight of his 'biwi'. Ishika's eyes, too, held a deep sadness, a reflection of the turmoil that had ravaged her heart.
In that moment, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of emotions. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
He cupped her face gently, his thumbs tracing the contours of her cheeks, and pecked her forehead softly. As his eyes landed on her lips, his gaze darkened, consumed by the intense desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.
The pink, plump lips held his attention, mesmerizing him, even as his mind struggled to maintain clarity amidst the haze of alcohol.
His face began its slow descent, drawn inexorably to her lips. She clenched his shirt in her fist tightly, her eyes fluttering closed as she gulped, her heart racing with anticipation. Without wasting another moment, his lips landed on hers, sending shivers down her spine.
His lips moved in perfect sync, the kiss deepening as they both lost themselves in the moment. His tongue danced across her lips, teasing and tantalizing, before slipping inside to explore the warmth of her mouth.
She moaned softly, her hands moving up to clutch his hair, her fingers intertwining with the strands as she held him close.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of passion and desire. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the softness of her skin.
She felt his touch ignite a fire within her, a flame that burned brighter with every passing moment.
As they kissed, the tension between them built, their passion growing more intense with every passing second. His lips were everywhere, kissing, nibbling, and biting, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She felt herself getting lost in the kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their passion.
His nerves sprang to life, his body responding to the passion igniting between them. He placed his palm on the back of her head, gently pushing her deeper into the kiss, his lips moving faster, more urgently. His hand found its way to her breast, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
His lips refused to relinquish their hold, even as she struggled to catch her breath. She tapped his shoulder repeatedly, but he wouldn't let go. She tried to push him away, but he held firm, his lips continuing their sensual exploration.
Finally, her closed eyes snapped open, locking onto his already open eyes, which gazed at her with a love so profound it seemed to hold the universe within its depths. The intensity of his emotions overwhelmed her, transporting her back to moments they had shared before the heartbreak of the past week.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and a lone tear rolled down her cheek. As if sensing her distress, he broke the kiss, his lips leaving hers with a soft, gentle brush.
Still cupping her face in his hands, he searched her eyes, his own filled with concern and softness. "What happened? Are you okay?" he questioned, his voice low and soothing.
"Rooh ko tadpane wale log haal puchte ache nai lagte, rana sa"
His heart clenched, feeling the weight of his mistakes, as he gazed into her eyes. The guilt and regret threatened to overwhelm him, knowing he had hurt her deeply.
But he had been consumed by his own frustration and helplessness, unable to escape the darkness that had engulfed him. His family's actions had driven him to this point, but hurting her was the one thing he couldn't justify.
He struggled to find the words to respond, his voice barely above a whisper. "I missed you," he confessed, the smell of alcohol lingering on his breath, a stark reminder of his attempts to drown his sorrows.
Her heart skipped a beat as she processed his words, her eyes narrowing slightly. The pain and hurt were still raw, and his sudden declaration of longing felt like a cruel twist of fate.
"After one week, really?" she chuckled, but the laughter was tinged with sadness and desperation. The tears she had been holding back threatened to spill over, as she struggled to comprehend the emotions warring within her.
"You're getting me wrong, biwi," he protested, taking a step closer to her, his eyes pleading for understanding. His voice was laced with a deep longing, a yearning to bridge the gap between them.
"Then prove me wrong," she challenged, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and desperation. Her eyes searched his, seeking answers to the questions that had haunted her for weeks. Why had he pushed her away? Why had he ignored her?
His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. But before he could speak, his phone rang, shattering the tense silence.
He pulled out the phone from his pocket, but before he could decline the call, she snatched it from his hand. The display showed his father's name, she picked up the call but before she can give him the phone. She accidentally put the call on speaker, and his father's voice boomed through the silence.
"Hello Avyaan, you've got your flight in half an hour, and you're still not at the airport," his father's voice echoed, making her eyes widen in surprise. She looked at Avyaan, her mind racing with questions. _Where is he going?_
"Avyaan? Hello?" his father's voice prompted, making Avyaan finally respond. "Yeah," he replied, his voice laced with reluctance.
"Reach the airport fast, and listen, you've got your first meeting in the USA tomorrow morning, okay?" his father instructed, making Avyaan hum in response. The call ended, and she looked at him, her eyes filled with tears.
"Leave" she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. The pain and sadness threatened to overwhelm her, as she struggled to comprehend the reality of their situation.
Avyaan's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, as if punched in the gut. "What?" he questioned, his voice laced with desperation.
But she just looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "Avyaan, I said leave. You've got your flight in half an hour. Didn't you hear?" The tears she had been holding back was getting out of control she quickly turned away, trying to compose herself.
"I'm not here to leave, ishika" his cold and angered voice reached her ears, till he talked softly and lovingly she was quite, but raising the voice on her is what she hates the most.
"So, why are you here? To inform me that you're going on a long vacation in the USA, or something else, huh?" She stepped closer to him, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. The air was thick with tension as she awaited his response.
"Give me a chance to explain, at least, biwi," he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. He took a step closer, but his foot faltered, betrayed by the alcohol coursing through his veins.
"No, I don't want explanations now, when you won't remember tomorrow what you said today," she spat, her voice husky with emotion. "Explain when you're in a straight situation." Her finger pointed accusingly, as if daring him to deny the truth.
"Biwi-" he began, but the phone in his hand rang, shrill and insistent, displaying his father's name. He cut the call and looked at her, his eyes searching for forgiveness. But she had turned away, her gaze fixed on some distant point.
"Please go," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"No, I won't," he replied, his voice firm and resolute.
She turned to face him, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please," she pleaded once more.
His heart clenched, as if squeezed by an invisible hand. He took a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a passionate rush. "Sirf ye aakhri baar hum alag hore hai, par yaad rakhna main wapas aaunga, jarur apni biwi ko wapas le jaane, usse woh izzat aur haq dilwane jo dilwane mein main fail ho gaya."
(This is the last time we'll be apart, but remember, I'll come back, and I'll take my wife back with the respect and rights that I failed to give her earlier.)
These were his last words, a promise etched in the air like a vow. He turned and walked downstairs, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Ishika turned to look down, watching as he reached his car and looked up, his eyes locking onto hers. He closed the buttons of his coat, his gaze still fixed on her. Then, he sat inside and drove away, leaving her with a sense of longing.
A lone tear escaped her eyes, but she wiped it away, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Intezar rahega"
(I'll wait).
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