Kartik’s POV
We were at our last stop, in the city that wasn’t built in a day. The cruise had dropped us here, and went back to its port, waving us good bye. We had developed a healthy relation with the crew of port, they did have the best arrangements. Who am I kidding, it was arranged by dad. It had to have the best arrangements ever.
I missed dad, very much. Not that I wasn’t enjoying the honeymoon. But I had already lost so much time with him, due to my foolish misunderstanding that I didn’t want to lose any more. We had even agreed for the honeymoon, so that he doesn’t get hurt. I was planning to take naira out, but that would have been somewhere like Kerala. Not as elaborate as this one definitely.
But when Manish Goenka was happy, and you were the object of his happiness, it definitely was a treat.
But I’ll think about them sometime later. Now was the last stop, last few days that we would be able to enjoy alone. And I had planned something to make these days better.
I was going to take her out on dinner tonight and also had a surprise prepared. I had even called a few of my friends to Rome, the once who already stayed in Italy. They were very happy, and had obliged to come with their spouses. It had been a long time we had interacted with people, known people that is.
I prepared a few things for her. Somethings that I had got from India, especially for her. Even I got dressed and waited for her to freshen up.
She had loved being here, and doing everything. She had even gained all the weight she had lost in that horrible week. She looked like my Naira now. I had blamed myself so much to see in her that state. But we were going to enjoy these final days here, before bidding adios to this land.
I had removed a white shirt, black tie and suit for myself. And had kept her dress and jewellery ready. Doing this, I waited patiently.
Naira’s POV
Yes this was our last stop. We were going back to Udaipur after this. And I wanted to live these 2-3 days with him to the fullest. It wasn’t that we were going to be separated, or something else. It was just that, this was our time, no responsibility, no job, no one else apart from the two of us.
We missed everyone, but we also knew that this was our life to enjoy. That these days were a privilege, especially for us because, we didn’t want to know each other. We wanted to be with each other. We were dating for a long time before we got married, we’re friends for even longer. This was our time, only our time. And I was going to make the most of it.
As I got out of the bathroom, I saw a long gown kept on the bed. It was darkest shade of brown, almost black. It was a off shoulder gown. There were diamond tops to go with it. And a note,
Dinner at 7.
I got dressed, it was a dream to have a husband choose things for you, pair it up perfectly. My husband, my mendak did it. Time and again he did it. The dress brought out the colour in my eyes. I did some light make up, putting on a red lipstick I was ready to go. Just as I opened the door, he held out a hand. Standing in a perfect pose for escorting his lady love.
“My beautiful lady, are you ready to spend this evening with me?” he asked.
“Yes kind sir! I will be really happy if you do me a favour with your company this lovely evening.” I replied.
He digged his hand within his pocket, and brought out a red rose, “For you my love, goes perfectly with rosy red lips of yours” he said, touching my lips gently. That little touch was enough, it did everything to me. And if his eyes were any indication, for him too.
He gently pressed my lip, and said, “Not now!” he guided me to the car. “Where are we going” I asked him, “Surprise!” He told me.
“Come on. Atleast give me some hint?” I asked.
“No sweetheart, you’ll have to wait and find out.” He told me. So wait I did.
He brought us to this bridge, which was almost empty. There was no one there, except a few people who seemed to know us, well him. He said we were ready for it, and they started the camera and lights.
“Can I have a pleasure of this dance, my lady?” he asked.
I simply handed my hand in his, and the music started playing,
Chukar gayi, teri chuan, be he ka hu mai aur hehe ka hai man.
We danced to tunes of “YAHAN WAHAN HAI TU” while they made a video of it. By the looks of it, he had prepared for this dance. And our clothes, the surrounding, it was all so elaborate. But we, both of us, had eyes only for each other, from the minute the music started playing, all I was seeing was dark, brown orbs of his eyes, gazing lovingly at mine.
Authors notes-
Hello! How are you guys?
There you have 31st chapter. And umm…honey moon would be done in 2 chapters maximum, and one more track, after which I’ll bid adios to this story.
Thank you for all the appreciation you guys gave me, can I request you all to continue to do so? For those silent readers to come up and tell me if you like it? Please do so, it will definitely give me a morale boost! Thanking you in advance.
And wedding is actually going superb! The episodes are full of fun and emotions. Hope you are all watching it!
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