ISHANVI!!

Ten days flew away within a blink of eyelashes, and according to his word, I had already started calling myself as his wife Ishanvi Rudraveer Singh Rathore, only his. Our first conversation was our last conversation. After that, Rudraveer Ji never tried to contact me ever. Somewhere, my insecurities, which was intruded by Taai ji and Shaani Di, started scaring me. Taai ji's word was constantly ranging in my mind

"Huh!? Tujhe kya lagta hai woh tujhe pasand karte hai isiliye tujhse shaadi kar rhe hai!!! Arehhh jaa karamjali manhus ladki paida hote hee apne maa-baap ko khaa jaane wali tujhe Rana sa pasand karenge!! Kabhi nhi woh tujhe bhog karenge aur raste pe dhakke marke fek denge!!"

(Huh!? What do you think, he likes you, that's why he is marrying you!!! Arehhh go ominous girl, as soon as you are born you have eaten your parents, and Ranasa will like you! Never, he will use your body away and throw you on the road!!)

A lone tear escaped my eyes, and I clutched my bridal lehanga tightly, thinking about the worst said by Taai ji.

"Please, Maa-Baba mujhe himmat do! Mujhe pata hai ki Taai ji ki kahi hui ek bhi baat sach nhi hai par fir bhi mujhe bohut dar lagrha hai kahi na kahi baat toh sahi hai woh Rana sa hai Rudraveer Singh Rathore hai,woh mujhe pasand kyu karenge!"

(Please, Mom-dad, give me courage! I know that not a single thing said by aunty is true, but still I am very scared, whatever she said is correct, he is Rana sa, Rudraveer Singh Rathore, why would he like me!)

Tears started flowing from my eyes, drenching my cheeks, but I didn't even care to wipe them off. Suddenly, an unlatch sound of the door produced, and I know he is here,Rudraveer Singh Rathore is here. He entered inside the room with dominating steps and bed in front of me dipped a little, I lowered my lashes behind my veil, and my veil was uplifted by him. He looked at me intensely,I could easily feel his gazes without even raising my eyes. His deep wood cinnamon cologne hit my nostrils, and all the zoos started creating havoc inside my gut.

"Tune abhi tak apna dress change kyu nhi kara? Chub nhi rhi yeh lehanga tujhe?!"

(Why don't you change your dress till now? Isn't it poking you?)

I snapped my head towards him as he asked me to change the dress before he entered and looked at me as his bride. He was frowning, and I don't know why, but I was finding him very cute.

"Kya hua bol? Kyu change nhi kiya tune abhi tak lehanga?"

(What happened? Tell me, why don't you change your bridal dress?)

"Woh..umm..aap..aaye nhi thae toh main kaise change kar leti lehanga?"

(Actually you hadn't came, then how could I change it?)

I fumbled meekly and heard me he smirked.

"Kyu? Meri help chahiye kapde badalne mai! Main help kar sakta hu aap bas hukum toh kare Biwisahiba!"

(Why? You need my help in changing? I can help you, just order me once, wifey)

I gasped, listening to his shameless talk boldly and shaking my head negatively.

"Nhi nhi! Mera woh matlab nhi tha! Main bolna chahti thi ki main kaise badal leti apne kapde jab tak aap mera ghunghat nhi uthate aur apni dulhan k rup mai nhi dekhte!!"

(No, I didn't mean that. I meant how could I change my dress until you lifted up my veil and see me as your wife)

I explained him wide-eyed, and he burst out laughing. He pinched my cheeks and said between his laugh.

"Ohh god biwi tu kitni innocent hai! I was joking!!! Aur haa dekh liya maine tujhe apni biwi k rup mai aur teri kasam biwi bohut pyari lag rhi hai meri dulhan bankar!!"

(Ohh god wifey, you're so innocent. And I've seen you as my wife and I swear to you you're looking so beautiful being my wife.)

He confessed with seriousness and genuineness in his voice. His eyes were so deep that anyone could easily drown into it. His eyes were so mysterious that no one could decipher it, but now those almond black orbs were reflecting something very unknown emotion.

He leaned, and I closed my eyes, clutching bedsheets because of the proximity. He peppered a soul-searing kiss on my forehead and whispered near my left earlobe.

"Go and change, biwi! Main balcony mai intezar kar rha hu! Jab hojaye toh bula lena!"

(I'm waiting for you in balcony. When you'll done then call me)

He got up and went to the balcony, I opened my eyes and looked towards the balcony as my eyes welled up with happy tears because after a saga I felt loved, someone kissed my forehead and behaved so softly and lovingly with me.

I, too, got up and changed into something comfortable kurta. I went to the balcony to call him and saw my dear husband was smoking. I frowned and asked.

"Aap smoke karte hai?"

(Do you smoke?)

He turned back and smashed the end piece of cigarette into Ashtray. He yanked me closer by my waist, and I collided with his well-built muscular chest. I rested my hand on his chest, and he leaned, whispering

"Hm! Kyu? Meri Ranisahiba ko pasand nhi?"

(Yeah! Why? Doesn't my queen like it?)

I lowered my eye curtains, blushing and hearing his endearment, which he was giving me new in each and every sentence. He inquired again.

"Meri biwi ko nhi pasand mera smoke karna? Main toh drink bhi karta hu!"

(Doesn't my wife like the habit of mine smoking? I too drink)

I gasped and breathed, pouting

"Mujhe nhi pasand! Aap na kiya kare yeh sab! Mat piya kare!!"

(I don't like it. Don't do this. Don't drink)

He rubbed his knuckles on my bare back, and I bit my lower lips to control my moans. He pulled my lower lips from my teeth and murmured huskily.

"Don't Biwi!! Inhai dard dene ka haq sirf mera hai!!"

(Don't wife. I have rights to give them pain only)

I couldn't control myself anymore and hid myself into his embrace. He chuckled on me, and I pouted.

"Aapne bataya nhi? Aap chodh denge na pina?!"

(You didn't tell me? Will you leave it?)

He caressed my hair and hugged me tightly, relaxing his muscles and promising.

"Promise nhi piyunga! Agar mere Ranisahiba ko nhi pasand mera pina toh main chuyunga bhi nhi!!"

(Promise, I'll never drink. When my queen doesn't like the habit of my drinking, then I won't touch it again)

I placed my chin on his chest and looked upward to him, and whispered.

"Aur smoke karna? Woh bhi chodh denge na?"

(And smoke? You'll leave that also, right?)

He turned me back and back-hugged me tightly and placed his chin on my left shoulder.

"Dekh biwi iski izzazat toh deni padegi na, maine cigarette bhi chodh di toh apna stress kaise relief karunga?!"

(See wife, you've to give me permission for smoking. If I drop smoking also, then how will I relief my stress?)

I smiled, blushing and bit my lips before whispering.

"Aap apna stress mujhse relief kar lena!"

(You can ease your stress on me)

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