Anchored Tempest-Final Thread - Page 27

Yes, please.. we want more. We want to see how happy she is in the married life, Apoorva’s test results, how Mru is pampered by everyone during her second pregnancy etc etc

Let this be the end of this story but we want more stories from you Nisha! Ye dil maange more😁

Mam if you want to continue this story or if you want to start new story iam ok with your decision

But please don’t stop writing

We all will always wait for your story especially meee…🙈🙈💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

OK One last post marriage chapter coming up now

Raos

“THAT is it? You don’t care any more (now that we are married?)?” she was scowling as she packed Dhru’s school lunch

He was on a work call, and trying to find Dhru’s badge in one of the kitchen drawers

“I did not say that”

“You don’t have to say it… what you imply is more than meaningful

They had returned last week from the honeymoon to Seychelles

Her parents had not been invited to the wedding, in fact a handful of friends and Sai and Sameena’s family were flown down by him to Udupi

It was a traditional Kannada brahmin style wedding spread over three days with elaborate ceremonies in an old fashioned mandap wedding hall decorated with banana tress out front and mango leaves and jasmine everywhere

Apurva was in her 3rd month of pregnancy, so Pramila and Somesh might have been in a general state of euphoria and Aatreya made good use of that to force them to hurry the wedding

They challenged him to take a week or two off and go shopping and arrange everything

He outsourced many things to a high profile Mumbai wedding planer but stuck around in Bangalore to pretend that he was the one doing everything

Mrunalini floated through the month of June in a daze

When she had to pack her bags to go to Hubli it hit her hard

She was sick for two whole days as fear and anxiety swallowed her

Aatreya stepped in and took full charge of everything from appointing people to water her indoor plants to cleaning out her fridge, to her house

Kirti wanted to be invited too, Aatreya promised a Mumbai reception, which happened 3 days after the wedding at a fancy Juhu hotel

Now he was in Chembur with her with his things still trying to figure out how to wean Dhru offthe Sahasre boys. His parents were already making plans to invade Chembur, now that it was all official they did not want to waste any time

Aatreya didn’t want to give up the living room to his parents and lose their privacy

They had argued about it last night. This morning was about him being unable to pick Dhru from school for a basketball tryout in a Chembur private sports team

“I can do it… you don’t have”

“Don’t forget “I” signed him up for it you were too chicken”

“Well my son has been bullied his whole life so PARDON ME”

He shut the drawer he was sifting through not so gently and turned to her with an audible sigh

“That came out wrong” she mumbled

His expression softened expecting her to apologize for the MY son

Instead she said “ Not his whole life, since he started going to school”

“THAT’S what you want to correct?”

“Then?”

“I have a meeting from 3-6, my quarterly business call, I absolutely cannot drive him” he said looking at her bright blue eyes

“I heard it the first time” she said breathless with anger

Dhru didn’t have a care in the world, he was not dressed his backpack was in a disarray, he sat on the bed wrapped in a towel after shower and reading a fat anime book

“I am just making it clear” he approached her she dropped the steel bowl she was holding it clattered to the floor, the downstairs neighbor yelled out loud in abusive Marathi

“Atty… stop” she warned

He cornered her by the sink and wall

“I am on mute” he shrugged as she pointed to her phone

“The last THREE days I worked late AND picked him up AND took him to tennis AND cooked dinner” she complained

“I SAID we would do take out”

“DHRU? He cant eat 90% of the things”

He looked apologetic

“I TOLD u in Seychelles we should have someone come in to cook for him every evening”

“NO” she was adamant

“Then I am sorry”

“Why am I talking to you” she was bitter

He grabbed her wrist and swung her towards him

“Aatteeee”

“Sshhhhh… shut the f---- up” he whispered gently stroking her cheek

“I cant… I”

“Mrunalini… I am begging you” he whispered

The people on his work call were debating loudly about some interest rates and transaction fees

“Go back to your call” she whispered

“Mmm…mm” he shook his head

“U regret marrying me?”

“NOOOO!!!!” she was shocked

“Just checking” he kissed her

Thank you Nisha .what a wonderful story ! The tempest is indeed anchored.😊

Haal chaal theek hai 👌

This is what life is like 😂

Beautiful story . Thank you mam

I might sound greedy but i want more chaps🤦‍♀️

aur ek story ka happy ending🤗 waiting for another now