CHAPTER 12: WELCOME TO NEW HOME

It was my first time flying on a plane. Especially on a private jet. I couldn't believe Darsh had taken his private jet only to fly from Delhi to Kolkata and back. I was definitely getting a sense of how insanely wealthy my husband was.

I couldn't recall how many times I clung to Darsh since I was terrified the jet might crash at any moment, killing me. Particularly when it took off.

It was a bit humiliating at first, but it never got worse since Darsh never judged me. Instead, he sat right next to me, supporting me indirectly to make the experience less frightening for me.

Darsh earned even more of my respect. How could he not?

We were immediately surrounded by paparazzi as soon as we arrived at Delhi airport. Thanks to Darsh's bodyguards, who successfully prevented them from reaching us until we arrived safely at Darsh's matte black, luxurious car.

While Darsh and I sat in the back seat, Uncle Hemant took the seat beside the driver. And it began to move towards our destination, Dars