Because Fate Wills it (V-S-J Maayka) - Page 6

Perfect. come on bring on more. This is going great 👏

wow...this is exciting...bring on more 👏

Finally Bhavs updates and does it well. More please 👏

Originally posted by: bhavana02

Four - Veer

"The sketches and chip are there, and we have strong enough evidence to hold them."

The younger man shifted uncomfortably. "But Sir, if Soni Malhotra could identify him, the Malhotras would be cleared."

Veer had been aware of that and he spoke curtly. "Soni Malhotra recently married. She is Mrs Khurana now, and she is presently unavailable. Do you have the case file?"

He flicked through it to confirm, though he already knew what was in it. Soni would have to make a statement, but just not immediately – he could indulge his conscience this time.

"A week or two will make no difference, she will identify him when she returns." Veer nodded a dismissal and closed the file in front of him. Thank God that affair was over. If he hadn't caught Prem searching Soni's room and guessed, if Soni had still been in the house, vulnerable to whatever he had planned against her – it made him feel cold with dread. There had been too many close shaves lately, and although things were turning out well, Veer wondered how much of it was only luck.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, thinking, It had been a week since Soni and Jeet had left for their honeymoon, and he had spoken to them once to let them know that the terrorists had been arrested and Soni was in no danger, but nothing more. He hesitated, gaze hovering between the papers in front of him and the phone. He picked up and dialled.

***

Veer usually approached his drive home as nothing but that – he kept his hands on the steering wheel and mind firmly on the road. But as he paused before the traffic lights, he had to admit that keeping his mind focused was becoming a little more difficult that day.

He let himself recall the conversation from the morning. Soni had picked up, voice suffusing with delight as she recognised his voice. Then - Veer smiled aimlessly at a vehicle in front of him at the memory – Jeet had snatched the phone out of her hand and bellowed unceremoniously into his ear.

Hearing their voices had been like a breath of fresh life, after having to deal with a household that had, of late, become rather strained. It didn't surprise Veer that he missed Jeet – of course the house wouldn't be really complete without his little brother's laughter and playfulness – what surprised Veer was how much he missed Soni.

As a kind human being and his sister-in-law, Soni had always reserved a certain fondness with Veer, but he hadn't realised how quickly she had become a part of the Khuranas. She may be soft spoken and quiet, but her presence had seemed to be everywhere, whether playing with Simran in her room, preparing someone's favourite dish in the kitchen, or simply around the house, doing little jobs no one else would ever think needed doing. He needed them both back, soon.

As he entered the house Lovely bua came running into the hall.

"Veer!" she cried, relief on her face as she forced him onto the sofa. "Just sit right there. You know, I had tea ready for you this evening, but see how late you've returned," she pouted, "I had to throw it away. But as soon as I heard your car I went straight back to make some afresh."

"Bua-" he began, but she had already rushed back into the kitchen. Lovely Bua was always bright, always sparkling – full of vitality, like an oasis. He loved his family – each of them so different, so irreplaceable in his life.

He placed his things on the table in front of him and leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Lovely bua soon appeared bearing steaming tea on a tray and perched herself next to him.

"Thank you, bua…but won't you have some?"

She shrugged and smiled. "I already had my tea."

"I'm sorry, I had more work than usual," He took a sip of tea. "This is lovely. By the way, did you need something from me?"

She waved a hand. "No, not really. And you can hardly neglect work, can you? No, Veer, I was so bored all day! At least you come down here, you talk to me. Parjaeji has shut herself in her room since morning and Jyoti – I tell you, there's something wrong with that girl."

"Why, is she unwell?"

"Not at all! But trust me, there's more there than meets the eye. And my instincts are never wrong. Well, you had better go and rescue Simran." She sighed wistfully. "If only Soni and Jeet were here…"

When Veer told her he had spoken to them both earlier that day, she squealed.

"Oh, those lovebirds! They kept it secret for so long…" She clasped her hands together and sighed theatrically. "Hai! Just imagine, Veer – the fun they must be having – candlelit dinners, walks in the moonlight–"

"Oh, Lovely," Veer turned to see Mamma standing behind him, staring at Lovely bua with an expression of slight distaste. "You watch too many movies. What would you know of a honeymoon? Things are very different in real life."

Bua smiled extremely sweetly at her sister-in-law and Veer debated stepping into the conversation before Lovely bua managed to rile his mother.

"Parjaeji, I may not be married, but I know Jeet well enough. Besides, if you have any doubts then you can ask Veer. He knows all this from long ago – isn't that right, Veer?" She winked and nudged him.

Veer could not help but smile, and when his mother scowled, hurriedly stepped in. "Mamma – isn't Papaji back yet?"

He needn't have worried. Lovely bua stood up so suddenly he almost overturned his cup, and he quickly placed it on the table. "I was half way through making dinner -!" She scurried back to the kitchen and his mother sat down in her place, disapproval clearly displayed on her face.

"If only she'd hired a proper cook, this day would never have come." She muttered darkly. Veer raised his eyebrows, but otherwise gave no sign that he had heard.

"Has Papaji spoken to Jeet yet?" He continued.

"Oh, puttar, what can I say to your father?" Mamma began in anguish, apparently forgetting Lovely bua. "He says he will soon, but I know he hasn't phoned him yet. Really, I should just do it myself."

"Well, actually…I thought that perhaps I could take charge instead of Jeet." Veer prepared himself for Mamma's reaction.

There was a pause.

"Veer?" His mother stared at him in horrified disbelief. "What are you saying? You just got your position back, puttar. And Jeet – Jeet is more than capable. You saw how well he handled the factories."

"No, mamma, that's not what I meant," He tried to put his thoughts into words without betraying some of the guilt he felt inside. "Jeet and Soni have just been married. And if we do this, Jeet will become so busy –"

"No busier than you, or your father!" She replied indignantly. "Haven't they been away for over a week? Does he need to stick to Soni's side day and night when they return as well?"

Veer looked up, a little shocked by his mother's increasingly scornful tone. She caught his stare and smiled in a pacifying manner.

"My meaning is, you father and I have already arranged for Jeet to take care of everything. And how can we deprive the police force of their best inspector?" She placed a hand beneath his chin and smiled at him, and he realised she was decided on this.

However, he was far from reassured. Try as he might, he still could not forget his mother's expression when Jeet appeared at Soni's wedding; the fact that she had arranged everything and not told Jeet…suspicion swarmed his thoughts against his will and Veer wondered how he could be free from it.

***

Veer knocked as he entered Jyoti's room and was greeted by the sight of Jyoti hastily shoving some papers into her dresser drawer.

"Veer!" She complained, both reproachful and guilty. "Can't anyone in this house allow me some privacy?" She pounced on a file lying on her bed and stowed it out of sight.

"Alright," She breathed, smoothing down the front of her dress. "Simran isn't quite asleep yet. You can take her."

"Jyoti?" It was a question in itself, and although he thought he was too tired to be remotely intimidating, Jyoti still looked nervous. Simran stirred at the sound of his voice and her rattle jingled. "You hardly ate anything at dinner just now, and – hush, Simran." He scooped up the baby and held her close.

He frowned at Jyoti. "What were you doing?"

"Nothing. Look, Veer, don't start your police interrogation with me, ok?"

Veer resisted the temptation to roll his eyes. "Has Simran been fed?"

"Er…" Jyothi nodded distractedly.

Veer rolled his eyes. "Goodnight, Jyoti."

As Veer went into his room he straightened the photo of Rajji on the table by the side and gently laid Simran down on the bed. As he sat down next to her, her fingers closed over his thumb and he smiled down at her.

"You know, Simran, you probably give me less trouble than this whole house put together."

She yawned in reply, her perfect face scrunching up like petals of a bud. He softly touched the little hair she had, and rhythmically smoothed it back over and over again, watching her eyelids grow heavy.

"You must be missing Soni," he said quietly after a while. "I know you would never complain, but isn't the same when someone you love leaves you. When you're so used to being loved by them."

She didn't stir. Veer arranged pillows, one on either side of her and went over to the photo of his wife. Rajji stood, stilled forever in all her youth and beauty, face lit up like sunshine, laughing at something he could not see, and never would. Where was she now, he wondered? In fields of heaven, happy – without him?

"I wouldn't blame you." He said aloud. "I've let you down in so many ways. But I asked you, Rajji. I asked you before, so many times, if I was doing the right thing." There was silence, as ever. "Are people's hearts so hidden, Rajji? Or is the fault mine – so unable to recognise the feelings of those I love? But this time, perhaps I have a second chance. I promise you that Soni and Jeet will always be happy."

He placed the photo back down but didn't move.

"I need them back, but…I need you more."

***

Okay non viewers, Prem was their cook, he was actually one of the terrorists who killed the Malhotras but in disguise - there to finish off Soni who had caught a glimpse of him, I think - I only dragged him in to finish him off so no worries😛...hope you didn't actually want the action and drama accompanying Prem😕...sorry😊

Hope you enjoyed that. Do tell me if it loses pace or is becoming boring at any time.

Plus...sooo enjoyed writing that last bit for some reason. What's wrong with me, revelling in Veer's sadness??😛

Awesome. So wishing Soni was with Veer then, so lonely and heartbreakin to think of him alone in that state. Poor Simran. Continue soon bahen👏

Superb yaar, but don't leave Veer alone for too long 👏

Originally posted by: preeti_saarrthi

bhavs.........i'd rather u write all the parts in flight 😉 ......this one rocks!!.......i repeat what i've said b4....u hv amazing capability to delve on details.....i can literally imagine the scenes....awesome job 👏 👏 ..continue asap 😛

If only 😆...thanks, happy you're liking it!! Thank you again for all the help I'm always asking for and that you always give. 🤗

Originally posted by: HOUSTON2007

wow. bring it on. more and more. you're on a roll again love it

Originally posted by: 1love4ever

amazing bahen. more 👏

Apparently "more" is easier said than done with me 😆 I can only apologise for being so bad at updating!

Originally posted by: smile41

I love "lovely Bua"..make it so she gives it verbally good back to Durga!!!!!!!!!! 👏

I love her too...problem is, I don't understand half the punjabi she uses and therefore, find it even harder to write her 😛...I'll make her annoy Durga though, don't worry 😆

Originally posted by: sexy001

Perfect. come on bring on more. This is going great 👏

Originally posted by: toocool4

wow...this is exciting...bring on more 👏

Originally posted by: HOUSTON2007

another great ff 👏

Originally posted by: sharmak

Finally Bhavs updates and does it well. More please 👏

Thank youuu...fact that you enjoy it makes it ten times more fun and worthwhile to write. 🤗

Originally posted by: scorpiorule

Awesome. So wishing Soni was with Veer then, so lonely and heartbreakin to think of him alone in that state. Poor Simran. Continue soon bahen👏

She'll be back home soon 😊...Yeah, poor Veer, but like I said, no sympathy from me, because those emotional bits come easiest to write. 😆

Originally posted by: DianaD

loving it bhavana 👏

Great! Very glad to hear that. 😃

Originally posted by: star1lives

Superb yaar, but don't leave Veer alone for too long 👏

Err...sorry 😛😆

To save time and description I just wrote Jeet and Soni's honeymoon suite the same as Veer and Soni's was. Not that it particularly matters to the story.😆

Five - Soni

Soni woke up that morning to a sound and a feeling that she was so unaccustomed to that she frowned, eyes still closed, and tried to think what it was about that morning that was so different. Then she realised that the sound was that of raindrops pattering insistently against the windows. And the unusually cold feeling was because she had not awoken in Jeet's arms as she usually did. For some reason, she could not feel the warmth of his body sheltering her or hear his steady heartbeat against her ear. She opened her eyes.

A quick glance at the clock told her that the room was unusually dull for this time in the morning. Although the curtains were drawn back, the sky outside was ash grey, casting a dimness over the room for the first time in the week they had been here. Jeet was sitting next to her on the bed, laptop in front of him, cross-legged in a T-shirt and shorts.

He looked down at her and smiled. "Good morning."

Soni loved the way her husband looked at her. Like Veer jeeju, his smile reached all the way to his eyes, but Jeet made her feel as if there was no one and nothing else in the world apart from them and their love.

Not wanting to get up just yet, Soni raised herself onto an elbow and frowned up at him.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked curiously. She was given to awake at the slightest movement or sound and wondered how Jeet had not managed to disturb her, despite the liveliness she was expected from him.

"About an hour," He followed her eyes to the windows and the weather outside. "It was raining when I woke up too. Clearly, somebody doesn't want us to leave the room today. What do you think?" His hand found its way to her free one and his fingers curled round hers.

"I think you should have woken me," she smiled.

"How could I? You were asleep, grinning away like somebody had given you a present. Perhaps…dreaming of me?"

It was half true, and they had not been married long enough for all shyness to dissolve. She snatched her hand away.

"Well, you were there," she admitted reluctantly, and then paused as her dream came back to her. "And so was Mummyji, Daddyji…"

Her voice trailed off. Mentioning the family she had lost still evoked powerful emotion in her, but unlike the emptiness of before, it made Soni realise the family she had found with Jeet. Jeet watched her sympathetically. It was true he never quite knew what to say in these situations, but given enough time, he could make light of it – which he then did.

"And Bhai, and Mamma and bua also graced your dream, I suppose?" He looked at her plaintively. "Soni, why do I never come first with you? Even in your dreams you push me into a side role – so what value do I hold in your life?"

Soni hid a smile.

"You know the answer to that, Jeet."

"But I still want to hear it from you," he pressed.

She shook her head cheerfully, but as he hung his head in mock sorrow, she scrambled up to sit beside him.

"Jeet," She pinched his cheek softly and leaned into his body.

He held her, his cheek against her hair. For a while there was silence as the receding rain finally halted, and the sunlight hesitantly began to invade the room. Soni closed her eyes, taking in his smell, his warmth, letting the light from outside envelop them in their blissful awareness.

"Tell me you love me, Soni."

She shook her head against his chest, mirth rising again. He leant back, so she was forced to meet his eyes, and shook his head at her.

"You are not going to move until you tell me. You behave as if it's such a trial to tell the truth – unless you don't love me?" He raised his eyebrows and Soni observed him through narrowed eyes. His tone was deadly serious, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. She pushed him away and retreated, away from the bed, but he grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going? Soni Khurana, we have to discuss the state of our marriage."

"Jeet –" Not trusting the tone of his voice, she cast her eyes around the room. The pillows were unhelpfully out of reach.

Jeet stood and advanced towards her. "There's no hurry. We have all the time in the world. I have all the time in the world to make sure you fall in love with me before we leave this place."

Laughing, he grabbed at her and she wriggled out of his reach. Knocking over a chair to obstruct him, she dashed out onto the balcony. He leapt over it easily and followed, on her heels, and they ended up circling the table outside.

Jeet spread his arms. "Just surrender, Soni. I'm no villain. Really."

In answer, she picked up the vase on the table. Jeet stepped backwards and held his hands out, half shielding himself, half ready to catch it incase she was suddenly overcome with the urge to throw it at him.

"Why are you so worried?" She giggled. "I'm no villain either."

She took advantage of his momentary confusion to quickly place the vase back on the table and deftly stepped backwards into the room, neatly sliding the glass door closed on his astonished face.

She jumped when she heard a knock on the door and answered it. It was room service with their breakfast, and she accepted it, all too aware of Jeet's trapped presence in the background. The waiter also seemed to be, because he glanced uncertainly at Jeet, frozen in the motion of tugging at the door. Jeet self-consciously folded his arms, and began to inspect the clouds, as if it was most normal for him to be locked outside. Soni offered the waiter a weak smile before hastily closing the door and setting the tray down on a table.

She slid the doors open a crack. Jeet was sitting in the formerly upturned chair, chin in hand and looking very much like a sulking child. Soni swallowed the affection that arose in her and took the breakfast tray outside. She sat across the table from him and reached out and touched his hand.

"Aren't you hungry?" She asked softly.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but when he looked at her, his expression seemed to change somehow and when she raised her eyes again, he was smiling.

"You are enjoying yourself here, aren't you?" He asked, reaching for her other hand. His voice was light, but she knew Jeet well enough to realise he was being serious this time.

"Of course," She laughed a little, thinking of the time they had spent together so far. "Being with you here is more than I could have asked for." She looked down at their entwined hands, half amused at how quickly his mood had changed, as if one glance at her was enough to bring the smile back on his face.

"Soni," he began. "You know that bhai organised our honeymoon, don't you? It was his gift to us."

She nodded, wondering where this was leading.

"He didn't book our return," His skin near his eyes crinkled. "Basically, we can go back whenever we want…and stay as long as we want."

She stared at him. "Jeeju ?"

Jeet nodded.

"So when do we –?" She asked.

He winked. "How about never?"

***

They were walking leisurely back to the hotel from dinner, and Soni felt a calm that she had rarely experienced in her life. Being with Jeet in a place where no one else mattered made time seem inconsequential – day rolled into night with no demarcation, making life seem like one continuing dream. The lights of the hotel invitingly twinkled up ahead but Soni felt content enough to be strolling the grounds, with the friendly evening chill nipping at her arms.

The fountain was no longer running, but the water shimmered in the light reflected from the lamps positioned throughout the grounds. They paused beside it, and Soni ran her fingers lightly across the surface, causing a trifling disturbance, which widened into larger ripples as she began to splash at Jeet.

Jeet's phone rang suddenly, and she raised an eyebrow, surprised. She hadn't seen Jeet use his phone since the beginning of their honeymoon, and strangely, he seemed to be expecting the call. He flipped his phone open.

Jeet may have expected the call but he seemed to have anticipated someone else, because he screwed up his face, losing his focus. "What? Oh…of course."

He handed her the phone. "It's Mahi."

As Soni spoke into the phone, assuring a teasing Mahi, that yes, of course Jeet was taking good care of her, she couldn't help but feel homesickness and a longing to be back in familiarity, stronger than the little twinges she had felt so far when remembering Simran and Mahi, and wondered whether Jeet felt the same.

***

I want to murder my own protagonists 😛...I feel so much like writing Veeni !!! I'll make no more excuses for tardiness 😳.

Hope you enjoy it, guys!

Superb...Keep it up on a regular basis yaar 👏

Originally posted by: bhavana02

Five - Soni

Soni woke up that morning to a sound and a feeling that she was so unaccustomed to that she frowned, eyes still closed, and tried to think what it was about that morning that was so different. Then she realised that the sound was that of raindrops pattering insistently against the windows. And the unusually cold feeling was because she had not awoken in Jeet's arms as she usually did. For some reason, she could not feel the warmth of his body sheltering her or hear his steady heartbeat against her ear. She opened her eyes.

A quick glance at the clock told her that the room was unusually dull for this time in the morning. Although the curtains were drawn back, the sky outside was ash grey, casting a dimness over the room for the first time in the week they had been here. Jeet was sitting next to her on the bed, laptop in front of him, cross-legged in a T-shirt and shorts.

He looked down at her and smiled. "Good morning."

Soni loved the way her husband looked at her. Like Veer jeeju, his smile reached all the way to his eyes, but Jeet made her feel as if there was no one and nothing else in the world apart from them and their love.

Not wanting to get up just yet, Soni raised herself onto an elbow and frowned up at him.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked curiously. She was given to awake at the slightest movement or sound and wondered how Jeet had not managed to disturb her, despite the liveliness she was expected from him.

"About an hour," He followed her eyes to the windows and the weather outside. "It was raining when I woke up too. Clearly, somebody doesn't want us to leave the room today. What do you think?" His hand found its way to her free one and his fingers curled round hers.

"I think you should have woken me," she smiled.

"How could I? You were asleep, grinning away like somebody had given you a present. Perhaps…dreaming of me?"

It was half true, and they had not been married long enough for all shyness to dissolve. She snatched her hand away.

"Well, you were there," she admitted reluctantly, and then paused as her dream came back to her. "And so was Mummyji, Daddyji…"

Her voice trailed off. Mentioning the family she had lost still evoked powerful emotion in her, but unlike the emptiness of before, it made Soni realise the family she had found with Jeet. Jeet watched her sympathetically. It was true he never quite knew what to say in these situations, but given enough time, he could make light of it – which he then did.

"And Bhai, and Mamma and bua also graced your dream, I suppose?" He looked at her plaintively. "Soni, why do I never come first with you? Even in your dreams you push me into a side role – so what value do I hold in your life?"

Soni hid a smile.

"You know the answer to that, Jeet."

"But I still want to hear it from you," he pressed.

She shook her head cheerfully, but as he hung his head in mock sorrow, she scrambled up to sit beside him.

"Jeet," She pinched his cheek softly and leaned into his body.

He held her, his cheek against her hair. For a while there was silence as the receding rain finally halted, and the sunlight hesitantly began to invade the room. Soni closed her eyes, taking in his smell, his warmth, letting the light from outside envelop them in their blissful awareness.

"Tell me you love me, Soni."

She shook her head against his chest, mirth rising again. He leant back, so she was forced to meet his eyes, and shook his head at her.

"You are not going to move until you tell me. You behave as if it's such a trial to tell the truth – unless you don't love me?" He raised his eyebrows and Soni observed him through narrowed eyes. His tone was deadly serious, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. She pushed him away and retreated, away from the bed, but he grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going? Soni Khurana, we have to discuss the state of our marriage."

"Jeet –" Not trusting the tone of his voice, she cast her eyes around the room. The pillows were unhelpfully out of reach.

Jeet stood and advanced towards her. "There's no hurry. We have all the time in the world. I have all the time in the world to make sure you fall in love with me before we leave this place."

Laughing, he grabbed at her and she wriggled out of his reach. Knocking over a chair to obstruct him, she dashed out onto the balcony. He leapt over it easily and followed, on her heels, and they ended up circling the table outside.

Jeet spread his arms. "Just surrender, Soni. I'm no villain. Really."

In answer, she picked up the vase on the table. Jeet stepped backwards and held his hands out, half shielding himself, half ready to catch it incase she was suddenly overcome with the urge to throw it at him.

"Why are you so worried?" She giggled. "I'm no villain either."

She took advantage of his momentary confusion to quickly place the vase back on the table and deftly stepped backwards into the room, neatly sliding the glass door closed on his astonished face.

She jumped when she heard a knock on the door and answered it. It was room service with their breakfast, and she accepted it, all too aware of Jeet's trapped presence in the background. The waiter also seemed to be, because he glanced uncertainly at Jeet, frozen in the motion of tugging at the door. Jeet self-consciously folded his arms, and began to inspect the clouds, as if it was most normal for him to be locked outside. Soni offered the waiter a weak smile before hastily closing the door and setting the tray down on a table.

She slid the doors open a crack. Jeet was sitting in the formerly upturned chair, chin in hand and looking very much like a sulking child. Soni swallowed the affection that arose in her and took the breakfast tray outside. She sat across the table from him and reached out and touched his hand.

"Aren't you hungry?" She asked softly.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but when he looked at her, his expression seemed to change somehow and when she raised her eyes again, he was smiling.

"You are enjoying yourself here, aren't you?" He asked, reaching for her other hand. His voice was light, but she knew Jeet well enough to realise he was being serious this time.

"Of course," She laughed a little, thinking of the time they had spent together so far. "Being with you here is more than I could have asked for." She looked down at their entwined hands, half amused at how quickly his mood had changed, as if one glance at her was enough to bring the smile back on his face.

"Soni," he began. "You know that bhai organised our honeymoon, don't you? It was his gift to us."

She nodded, wondering where this was leading.

"He didn't book our return," His skin near his eyes crinkled. "Basically, we can go back whenever we want…and stay as long as we want."

She stared at him. "Jeeju ?"

Jeet nodded.

"So when do we –?" She asked.

He winked. "How about never?"

***

They were walking leisurely back to the hotel from dinner, and Soni felt a calm that she had rarely experienced in her life. Being with Jeet in a place where no one else mattered made time seem inconsequential – day rolled into night with no demarcation, making life seem like one continuing dream. The lights of the hotel invitingly twinkled up ahead but Soni felt content enough to be strolling the grounds, with the friendly evening chill nipping at her arms.

The fountain was no longer running, but the water shimmered in the light reflected from the lamps positioned throughout the grounds. They paused beside it, and Soni ran her fingers lightly across the surface, causing a trifling disturbance, which widened into larger ripples as she began to splash at Jeet.

Jeet's phone rang suddenly, and she raised an eyebrow, surprised. She hadn't seen Jeet use his phone since the beginning of their honeymoon, and strangely, he seemed to be expecting the call. He flipped his phone open.

Jeet may have expected the call but he seemed to have anticipated someone else, because he screwed up his face, losing his focus. "What? Oh…of course."

He handed her the phone. "It's Mahi."

As Soni spoke into the phone, assuring a teasing Mahi, that yes, of course Jeet was taking good care of her, she couldn't help but feel homesickness and a longing to be back in familiarity, stronger than the little twinges she had felt so far when remembering Simran and Mahi, and wondered whether Jeet felt the same.

***

I want to murder my own protagonists 😛...I feel so much like writing Veeni !!! I'll make no more excuses for tardiness 😳.

Hope you enjoy it, guys!

Excellent B👏...but this is making me sick🤢...with just even imagining this🤢....In my mind I'm replacing Jeet with Veer in order to read all of it. Need Veeni love, soon.👏

excellent bhavs..me toh fultu impressed 👏 ...........one tiny request though............kick them back home as soon as possible plz......i want veeni to happen soon 😳