We had our food on the hefty dining table, which was looking ancient. It was too big that fifty people. The serving style was also like a royal. I was feeling like I'm in the palace of Maharaja Sayajirao Gayakwad. The M. S. university was also built like the ancient palaces. I have seen it when I visited Baroda, unfortunately, that time, I couldn't visit the Laxmi Vilas Palace in Baroda. Finally, I will see the palace and its construction, which was built almost fifty or seventy years ago.
We had finished and his phone buzzed. I urge to throw his phone out of this palace.
He indicated me to wait. I sat on the big couch placed on the dining hall. There were lamps on every wall. Also, old lanterns and a massive chandelier was hanging on the middle roof of the dining room. The curtains of the room were pulled back and tied with a designer ribbon.
"Aaina, go with her, I will follow you. I have little work, okay," He said, caressing my cheek
Harsh's POV"Good morning, life," I kissed on her cheek. No effect. She must be tired."I'm leaving for the office," I caressed her cheek and pushed her hair to her back."Okay," She pouted without opening her eyes."How long will you sleep?" I asked."Harsh, Umm... bye, have a nice day," She shuffled her hand, waving me. Still, her eyes are closed.I kissed again on her cheek, and also poured kisses over her face."Harsh," She chided."Let me sleep," She threw a pillow on my face and hid her face with another pillow which was under her head."Okay, I'm leaving. Take care. Have brunch on time, I love you," I pampered her back.Silly girl, how long she wants to sleep. Maybe, she was hell tired, all-cause of her palace visit. She and her stubborn wishes. Why did she need to explore at onetime?I left in my sports car. A smile a the evidence of my happiness of having her. She is mine. Damn, I love her.
Third Person's POVAt the warehouse..."Tonight... Umm, Harsh Will leave for Italy," She declared openly."You have told me. What about Aaina?" She asked her."She doesn't want to go, but I don't think, Harsh will let her stay here. After marriage, he doesn't leave her alone for a half-day," She sighed."Do you wanna go to Italy, babe? For your honeymoon," The lady laughed and another one joined her."We are helpless until she comes out of the house," She slammed the table."But we should try to bring her out by hook or crook before Harsh should leave," She smirked."Let's try," She got up and marched to exit.~~~~~~~"Are you sure? You don't wanna come with me?" Harsh slammed hard on the table.She was scared for a while. She stammered, "Harsh, hear me for them once.""Your mum's birthday is important, but this is not the reason. What is the reason?" He softened his voice.
Third Person's POVHarsh reached Italy but his heart was still in Mumbai. He knows that she is sleeping over nowadays. He left a message for her that he has been reached. His heart was claiming that something wrong but he could never imagine, his wife could be replaced.Vikrant and Khushi were also feeling weird because of her behaviour. She never talked to Sulochna rudely, now she is ordering her in a hard tone. A few days ago she was refusing coffee and some things, which were demanded by her now.Vikrant was in shock that Aaina was losing the game. She never lost against him previously. He ignored that Harsh is not here, that's why she was disturbed.It has been three days, Harsh was working continuously to finish his work as soon as possible.But it was surprising for him, she was continuously chasing him. As he had lunch or not, dinner or not. What work has been done and what is pending? Aaina never does this before. She neve
Third Person's POV"Aaina, open the door. I'm here, Dadaji," Vikrant knocked on the door of Harsh's bedroom."Dadaji, If Harsh..." She stammered and a sob escaped from her mouth."He is not at home, open the door," Vikrant requested politely.She opened the door."Dadaji, Harsh is..." She almost cried."Don't worry, he is angry because of some business issue. Veer will deal with him. Just calm down and don't cry," He closed her while a small smile appeared on his bright face."Take care," Vikrant said and paced out from there.He asked the driver to drive towards Harsh's penthouse. On the way, he called Veer and Khushi and ordered them to come there.Here, Harsh was desperate to find Aaina. He received emails from Ronit. His eyes sparkled. But soon it turned into surprise.He was informed that Eric and Dylan were in Paris. But their current location was Udaygarh. It caused thunder in his heart.
# Aaina's POV...As I opened the portfolio, I found an envelope above it. I'm desperate to know. There were diaries or journals of someone, which are looking expensive and elegant. I opened the letter first. I was curious to know what should be in.****My dear FriendVikrantWith many greetings, I'm glad to inform you that I have written my biography as you want. I'm thankful to have you as my best friend, who knows every bad and good sight of mine, which always proved as a comrade for me. You are the one who encouraged me to write it.I have kept my journal in the cupboard, which is in the basement, Our secret place.I'm writing this letter to you as I am not feeling well and I can feel I can not live long. Promise me that you will take care of my Harsh.And I wish, you will not publish this biography as a book and keep it with you as my secret. I can't reveal. the secret of my family publi
Third person's POV"I never wished that this day would come," Vikrant said heavily. He wiped off his tears from his cheeks."Please, tell me," Harsh tightened his arms around Aaina, who was already hugging him to soothe.*** Flashback ***Harshavardhan Dev, a person with a great positive attitude, talented and brave. He was born in the time when India was ruled by British people.We studied together in college. He was the son of the King, rich enough but there was no ego in his mind.We became friends. He used to share everything with me, I too. Life is going happily.Time passed on, we got married. After freedom, India became very weak. He donated his half of the property to poor people, also land, money etc.His wife wasn't happy with his decisions. But he was taught that live for your people and die for the people. Her anger doesn't affect her.So many years of marriage, they didn't have
Third Person's POVAaina was making a coffee in the kitchen. There was an awkward silence in the home after three days of that incident.Harsh couldn't deal with the situation. He slept late at night and the other time, he spent in his study.She placed a mug coffee in the tray and also a glass of milk, which was half-filled."Hey, cheater. You need to drink milk for your health," Khushi caught her and stopped her."It's very bad, I don't like milk. Please, leave Khushi, " Aaina pouted in a begging tone.Khushi laughed and let her go."Good morning," Darpana greeted Aaina. She was coming with her friend Kavita from downstairs."Good morning," Aaina chirped."Hey, how are you Kavita?" Aaina asked."I'm fine," She replied with a bright smile."If you are not well, get well. Because the flood is on the way to our house," Khushi said laughingly."What was that?" Dylan chuckled, stepping down.
Third Person's POV"Harsh, you're tingling me," Aaina giggled like a kid, complaining about Harsh's massage work to him."This is not like you said. I'm massaging so softly and with full care that doesn't harm or especially tingle you," He smiled ear to ear. He added, "Am I right, baby? Tell your mum that I didn't tickle."The baby kicked and she screamed, "Harsh... It's hurting."Harsh laughed, he could feel the baby's movement from her swollen belly. He filled, it kicked.Harsh was applying cream on her belly, suggested by the doctor. So she won't have any scar or stretch marks on her belly after liberation. The gentle massage prevents itching, which is caused because drying and tearing of the skin as it is swollen due to baby bump."Now, it's done," He cupped the big baby bump and whispered, "Good night, champ.""Huh, champ?" She rolled her eyes."Yes, my champ. No matter he or she," He proclaimed.He helped h