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
( Some words to understand which are Gujarati....Pappa - Father, Mummy - Mother, Dhingli - a baby doll, Dadu -Grandfather, Bhai -Brother)"Harsh's POV "What is this, Ronit? I have already rejected this plan, do something new. Leave," I roared on him. He quickly found the way to the exit."Sir, " He turned to face me again, I insulted h, till he dared to say something. I narrowed my eyes at him."Sir, when you were in Italy, I have received an envelope in your and Madam's name. As I was on leave, I couldn't hand it to you. I'm sorry for the delay, " He hesitated, a sincerity was in his sound.He opened the drawer on the left side desk and handed me a big envelope. I didn't pay any attention to him and grab it from his hand, he exited.I thought, "I should not think like that, maybe she has been changed. For what I'm doubting, one month ago, she has refused to have a coffee, even she behaved bizarrely. I arrived two days, she is having coffee, even she throws up herself on me oftentim
Aaina Sanghvi :23 years old, pretty, smart and gorgeous girl with well maintained figure. But spoiled because of wealth and love of her father. Gave final exam of MBA in USA. She wants to live the life with her own rules. She is the only one daughter of Varun Sanghvi and Kirti Sanghvi. Her family forced her into marriage with Harsh.Harsh Rawat :
Author's POVA mobile phone buzzes."Varun ji, your phone is buzzing. What are you doing? Please, come fast and pick up it." Kirti yelled."Pick it up, I'm coming." Varun said from the bathroom.Kirti t
Third Person POV Veer returned with his Dadaji (Grandfather), Vikrant Rawat. They are travelling in their Rolls- Royce, Vikrant rests his back on the seat of the car. After a few minutes of silence, Veer asked, “Dadu, do you really think that Bhai will agree?”“NO, never. I know Harsh very well, he will not agree, but this time by hook or crook, but I will do his marriage with this girl.” Vikrant replied without opening his eyes.“You know your brother is like coconut. He hides so much pain inside. That’s why he is arrogant, someone’s love will bring him out from his sorrow. He is stubborn, he can do anything to stay away from marriage.” Vikrant added.“Hmm.” Veer nodded his head.Rawat family has a bungalow in Ahmedabad, after a few minutes they reached their bungalow. Veer started his planning for the wedding. He searched for the best wedding planner and other arrangements.“Veer,” Vikrant said.“Ji, Dadu.” Veer said.“Listen, first make a list o