Kunj was sitting before his mahogany desk, holding his head between his hands. The table was littered with ink-blotted papers, various magazine clippings and numerous wedding pictures. There was a big binder sitting at the corner with swatches of colors sticking out.
Kunj leaned back and groaned loudly.
Ever since he got married, he feels like he has never been able to move on from it. Every day he has to live through the same torture. Find out what the bride and groom want and make arrangements as per their wishes. Finding the correct locations, making sure the venue is appropriate, the catering, the decorations, music, seating the guests, everything fell on him.
When he heard that his father was opening up a new branch in their empire, Kunj had decided to take part in the business. Now that he was married, he wanted to be able to provide for Twinkle and himself and not live off of his dad's money. But he had never imagined that he will become so bogged down by work that he wouldn't even get to see his wife. Every day he will get up at six o'clock in the morning, leave by seven and return home around ten or eleven at night. He was exhausting himself and he could feel the long term negative effects this was bringing onto his body.
He was glad that he had taken the initiative to talk about this with his older brother. Hearing his expert advice gave Kunj the courage to take it easy. He was glad that he was focusing his energy on his work and was getting productive and positive results out of it. But he didn't like the fact that in his attempts in getting other people married, his own marriage was suffering.
Ever since he had gotten married to Twinkle they had been living more like strangers than before their wedding. He barely got to see her face let alone speak with her. He had made so many plans for her. He had thought he will get to show her Amritsar in his style. Take her to all his favorite hangouts, show her around his school and college, his favorite restaurants etc. But here he hasn't even been able to show her his room properly.
Kunj rubbed the back of his neck as his muscles began to cramp up.
After much difficulty, he had been able to get a day off. He thought of putting it to good use and spending the whole day with Twinkle. To just be able to sit beside her and listen to her chatter away eased Kunj's mind. His heart ached for the day to arrive faster.
Hearing his phone ring, Kunj began looking for it in all the clutter that was spread across his desk. Finding it underneath a binder, Kunj looked at his screen and found one missed call.
It was Twinkle's.
He was about to call her back when he received a message from her. It was short and simple as it only had an address in it and asked him to meet him there.
He knitted his eyebrows as he wondered why Twinkle will ask him to meet him this late at night. Especially when he was about to go home in a few minutes. Clicking on the address, a web browser opened up and displayed the exact location. He recognized it to be of a hotel that belonged to one of their branches.
Not thinking much of it, Kunj gathered his things and made his way.
Sitting in the car, Kunj was unable to shake off the uneasy feeling that was beginning to grow in his gut. Twinkle had never called him in this manner before. If she had ever wanted to talk to him, then she would merely call him up or wait for him to come home. But never outside in a public place that was devoid of any intimacy.
He hoped that everything was alright. It had taken time for Twinkle to open up to him but he didn't mind. He didn't want to pressurize her into doing something that she didn't want to do. But with the distance that has been created due to his work schedule, Kunj felt more like a stranger than a friend, let alone a husband.
He remembered how on the day of their marriage he had promised Twinkle to provide for and love her as a husband but also be a companion and confidant as a friend. To always be by her side when she needed it the most. But he had broken all those promises by neglecting her for so many months. It wasn't his intention to do so but he had gotten so caught up with work and wanting Twinkle to be proud of him as an earner that he had potentially created a huge rift between them.
He didn't want Twinkle to get hurt again, especially not because of him. He knows the pain of and emptiness that the feeling of abandonment brings along all too well. He managed to survive through it basking in the comfort of knowing Twinkle is by his side. Otherwise being around Alisha all day and to work with her would have been impossible. But he doubted Twinkle being able to live through it. Especially if she feels like he has done the same. That too, soon after the last betrayal. If Twinkle ever left him, he knew he wouldn't.
As he pulled up into the parking lot, Kunj got out and walked towards the entrance. Greeting the guards at the front, Kunj proceeded towards the reception's desk. It was the first time he had entered this particular hotel. He was impressed by the vastness of it. It was spacious and the ceilings were incredibly high giving the building a regal atmosphere.
Getting the key to the suite that Twinkle had reserved, Kunj bid the receptionist goodbye. He looked around at the golden light that was being spread across the hotel. He had to admit, everything his father did he made sure it was nothing less than perfect. As Kunj waited for the elevator to arrive, he observed the marble artwork that had been carved into the walls. It was extremely elegant and from looking at the minute detail, Kunj determined it was all done by hand.
Kunj entered the elevator extremely impressed.
Pressing the button for the top floor, Kunj inspected himself in the mirrored walls. His hair was messy from all the times he had pulled at it throughout the day. His tie was loosened around his neck and the top buttons of his shirt were open. In other words, he was in no state to be seeing Twinkle right now. He hoped that Twinkle hadn't arrived yet so that he could spare a few minutes to collect himself.
The elevator opened and Kunj stepped out. He noticed that their suite was the only room on the floor. He raised his eyebrows at that wondering what the intentions were behind creating such a floor. Disregarding it, Kunj scanned his card and entered through the doors. As they closed behind them, he noticed a second pair of doors closed shut before him. Not having a second pair of keys, Kunj tried using the same key card against the scanner. He sighed in relief when it did.
If the lobby had impressed Kunj, then the sight of the room sent him on cloud nine. He felt like he had entered heaven. The deep turquoise blue on the walls was being illuminated by the full moon outside. The cool breeze was blowing on the white curtains making them create waves in the air. There were petite white scented candles lit up in small fish bowls that were scattered with red rose petals.
Kunj walked towards the center of the room and saw Twinkle seated on the bed lost in her thoughts. As he approached her, Twinkle noticed his presence and stood up. Kunj stopped as he took her in. She was wearing the saree that he had gifted her. His heart jumped at how well it looked on her. It was hugging her in all the right places and it was making her look incredibly elegant.
She was apprehensive he noticed as she tucked her hair behind her ear. He felt the same as he didn't know how to approach her. Should he say something first? She looked up at him and had the same question behind her eyes.
He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down unsure of what to do. When he looked up again, Twinkle was staring at him, with a fear in her eyes. There was incredible pain, the same kind that he had witnessed months ago and had vowed to himself to protect her from. He covered the distance between them in a few steps and held her face in her hands.
"Twinkle, what happened?" He searched for the answer in her watering doe-like eyes.
For a response, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Kunj was taken aback and had raised his hands in the air. He wasn't sure what happened to bother her so much and frankly, it was bothering him too.
"Twinkle?" Her arms tightened around him, squeezing him with all her might.
Kunj was getting highly scared now.
"Twinkle?" He pushed her by the shoulders so that he could see her properly. "Will you please tell me what happened?" He asked a bit aggressively, wanting to know what it was that was bothering her so much.
Tears fell out of her eyes as Twinkle became silent. She had opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Kunj removed his hands from her shoulders and stuffed them in his pockets. He looked down and huffed. He gritted his teeth as he thought about Twinkle going back into the same negative head space that she had taken so long to come out of.
He had turned around and rubbed the back of his head as he thought about how to handle the situation. He felt a slight push as Twinkle hugged him from behind and pulled him closer to herself. He looked over his shoulder and hovered his hand around her hand.
"Please don't leave me." She had sobbed into his back.
Kunj became confused. He removed her hands and turned around to face her.
"What are you talking about?" He asked her with knitted brows. "Where am I going?"
Twinkle's cheeks became smeared with her make-up. Kunj took out his handkerchief and wiped the fat water drops that were still resting there.
"Do you like me?" She asked him tilting her head slightly.
He froze, not expecting the question.
With a tensed tone he answered, "Of course. Why else would I marry you?"
Twinkle gulped and blinked her eyes twice.
"Am I your wife?" She asked with a broken voice.
Kunj was really confused by what had been asked by her.
"Of course." He answered with an absolute sincerity in his voice.
She took his hands and put them around her waist and whispered, "Then prove it."
The palms of Kunj's hands warmed the skin underneath. Goosebumps rose on his own hand as a deep desire began to grow inside him again.
Licking his lips and swallowing his saliva, he asked, "What?"
"Prove to me that I'm your wife." She repeated, pressing down on the back of his hands.
Kunj took a step forward and dropping the handkerchief to the floor, cupped her face within his hands. His thumb caressed her watered down rosy cheeks and then over her glistening lips. With his jaw hanging slightly open, he looked at her eyes and then quickly back down at her lips. Twinkle's hands came to clutch at the fabric of his shirt. He leaned down his head with an increase in his heart beats.
Twinkle's eyes closed and her lips trembled. She was standing so vulnerable before him and Kunj was unsure of what to do. Should he fulfill his heart's desire as well by kissing her or would he be taking advantage of her in a situation that he is entirely unaware about.
Twinkle's hands clutched his shirt even tighter and pulled at the fabric.
Kunj leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were so soft but yet so intoxicating underneath his. His hand glided itself slowly around her waist towards her back. Their lips were cautious of each other, unsure of how to move together. Twinkle's hands released the now crumpled fabric and slid them up his chest to snake them around the back of his head. Tilting their heads, they were able to better access each other.
When they parted, Kunj rested his forehead against hers panting. Twinkle's hands pushed at the back of his neck, making him want more of her. He kissed her again, this time more force. He had allowed one ounce of his craving to be bled into his kiss, not wanting to risk ruining anything. His hands traveled around the skin that was available to him. As their lips departed, he slid them down her neck and towards her collarbone. He lifted Twinkle in his arms and put her softly on the bed. He slid his hands down her body and raised himself to see her.
She was looking intoxicating the way she was presented before him. Her lips swollen and wet from being kissed by him. Her hair spread out like a web waiting to trap him. The material of hersaree was scrunched up by his hands constantly touching her. Kunj hovered his hand over her face and saw her move it in rhythm to him. Craving her again, he kissed her with more lust and passion than he had last time.
Kissing her, he moved the pallu of her saree aside and explored the exposed flesh. He glided his lips down the length of her neck and towards her collarbone. He pulled her blouse down to gain access to more flesh. He was getting greedy now, but he couldn't help himself. The hot desire forming in his gut was beginning to consume him.
Twinkle's hands scrambled to get the buttons open on his shirt and to be honest, he didn't want anything on her either. Ripping his shirt off, he chucked it aside and kissed her again. Making her sit up, he reached behind to remove the hook to her blouse. Twinkle busied herself in giving him several long love bites.
He looked into her eyes with his lustful ones and pulled on her bottom lip with his, while slowly pulling down her blouse and removing the pallu of her saree off her body. Her moans and sighs were stirring him and made him want to ravish her right away.
"Kunj," Twinkle had moaned his name, sitting up straight and kissing him.
Kunj took her in his arms and wrapped her around his body. Twinkle's fingers scratched his back as she tried to get a grip on him.
Kunj groaned at Twinkle's giggles, a sweet pleasure overcoming them both. He had pushed her back on the bed and continued kissing her. Twinkle's hands had traveled down to his pants to unbuckle his belt. The soft brushes of her knuckles made him go wild.
He grazed his teeth against her jaw while she let out a husky laugh. He laid soft kisses alongside her neck slowly, wanting to tease her.
"Kunj," Twinkle moaned again.
"Say it again," He whispered against her skin as he traveled down her body.
"Kunj," She obeyed.
He planted a kiss on her belly button and went further down to her petticoat. He had hooked his finger inside the cloth, the open air hitting her skin and making her gasp.
Kunj was about to open the petticoat when his phone rang. Unwillingly, he took it out of his back pocket in case there was a crisis. Pulling the phone near to his vision, he saw the name flash across the screen - Alisha.
Immediately getting up and moving away from the bed, he answered it in private. As he had suspected, there was a crisis. The venue that they had selected got flooded and considering the wedding was happening in two days, they had little to no time to find a new one.
It had taken him nearly twenty minutes, speaking on the phone with Alisha and various other clients to find a replacement. Of course the new paperwork had to be done, meaning the vacation that he had booked off will have to be cancelled.
Letting out a deep sigh, Kunj walked back to the bed where he had left Twinkle.
But to his surprise, she was nowhere to be seen. Even when he called out for her, there was no response. He checked the bathroom and the balcony, but she wasn't there either. Coming back to the bedroom, he called her but there was no response on the other end. It was then that he noticed a red file sitting on the center of the bed.
From what he could remember, there was no such file when he had entered. Curious about what it could be, he picked it up to examine it.
Opening it, he got the biggest shock of his life.
In his numbed state, Kunj was unsure of how he had managed to get behind the wheel and drive himself onto the road. He assumed it was all mechanical but he still doubted himself. He removed his eyes from the road to look at the red file seated beside him. He was still unable to believe what he had read minutes before. The fear that had been gnawing at him for so long had come true.
"Divorce?"
A loud honk snapped Kunj's attention back to the road. He hadn't realized but he had drifted into the wrong lane and there were several cars arriving. He swerved the car to go back into the correct lane but he collided with an incoming car. His vehicle swirled around and Kunj was unable to get it under control. It had stopped spinning when another car smashed right through it, making Kunj's front end hit with a tree.
The air bag popped up, blood trickled down from his split head. Smoke rose from the engine and the glass for majority of the windows were broken.
His head spinning and his vision blacking out, Kunj looked at the now empty passenger seat.
If this accident doesn't end up killing him, then having to read Twinkle's signature at the bottom of the legal document will.
Edited by asmaanixx - 9 years ago
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