My Tiny Wife (Abhisha)

The storm pt 1

With a final kiss, he left, his mind filled with thoughts of his wife and their unborn child.

And as Manisha hummed a tune while cooking, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her.

She was still healing, but with every step forward, she grew stronger.

Manisha skillfully chopped vegetables in the kitchen, her heart filled with gratitude for her loving husband Abhishek.

He had always been there for her, especially during her difficult moments with panic attacks and mental health.

She couldn't help but smile as she stirred the aromatic spices bubbling in the pot. Feeling overwhelmed by her emotions, Manisha picked up her phone and texted Abhishek, "I love you, take care."

As soon as she hit send, a silly grin appeared on her face. Not long after, Abhishek, sitting in his study, received the message.

His eyes softened, and he couldn't help but blush. He quickly replied, "I love you soooo much, meri jaan."

Manisha's heart skipped a beat when her phone buzzed with Abhishek's response. Playfully twirling her hair, she replied, "Haye main mar java. Jaldi ghar wapas aa ja!"

Abhishek chuckled, imagining Manisha's adorable antics. "Thoda sa kaam aur phir bas main aur tu. Saath mei."

Manisha giggled like a schoolgirl, her excitement growing. "Promise?"

"Pakka wala promise meri jaan," Abhishek replied, his voice filled with love and longing. As Manisha continued cooking, a feeling of warmth filled her heart, knowing that soon they would be reunited and that their love would only grow stronger with each passing day.

I love you," she whispered to herself, anticipation building in her chest

Abhishek was shooting for his new video happily. He got a call from an unknown number.

Mujhe pata tha teri biwi ne tujhe humari mulakat ke bare mei bataya hoga? , the unknown man said.

Vinod?, Abhishek said angrily.

Badi jaldi yaad aa gaya, Vinod said and laughed.

As Abhishek's heart pounded in his chest, he gripped his phone tightly, anger coursing through his veins like wildfire.

How dare Vinod, his despicable enemy, have the audacity to call and taunt him about Manisha, his beautiful wife? The nerve of that scoundrel!

"Yeh mat sochiyo ki main bhool gaya ki tune kaise meri biwi ko chua tha!" Abhishek seethed, his voice dripping with fury.

Vinod's laughter echoed through the phone, a grating sound that only fueled Abhishek's rage.

He couldn't stand the thought of that vile man's hands anywhere near his beloved Manisha. No one would defile her, not while he drew breath!

"Meri biwi ko inn sab cheezo mei involve karne ki koi zarurat nahi hai!" Abhishek roared, his voice booming with righteous indignation.

But Vinod, ever the twisted soul, seemed to find this whole situation amusing. "Oh, Manisha jii apki biwi," he taunted, "Sabse alag hai woh. Itni sundar. Aur aaj jo unhone blue colour ki saree pehni hai kya maal lag rahi hai."

That was it. Abhishek's anger exploded like a supernova, consuming everything in its path. "TERI HIMMAT KAISE HOYI MERI BIWI KE BAARE MEI BOLNE KI!" he bellowed, his voice shaking with fury. Vinod chuckled darkly, relishing in Abhishek's torment. "Aur agar main kahu ki teri biwi ko maine abhi apni bahoon mei pakda hua hai. Behoshi mei bhi kitni sundar lagti hai Manisha ji"

Abhishek's blood ran cold. Panic gripped his heart as he frantically shouted into the phone, "K-kya matlab tera?" But before he could squeeze an answer from Vinod's lips, the line went dead. Now filled with dread, Abhishek realized the unthinkable had happened – his beloved Manisha had been kidnapped.

As Abhishek rushed back home, his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn't help but imagine the worst.

The images of his wife, Manisha, being held captive by that despicable Vinod flooded his mind.

His home, once a sanctuary, now resembled a battlefield, with shattered glass and toppled furniture strewn across the floor.

The room smelled of fear, desperation, and betrayal.

Tears streamed down Abhishek's face as he sank to the floor, his body trembling with a mixture of anger and helplessness. He clutched his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He couldn't bear the thought of Manisha being in the clutches of that vile man.

Suddenly, determination surged through Abhishek's veins, fueling his every move.

With a resolute expression on his face, he stood up, wiping away his tears.

He would find his wife, no matter what it took. The rage inside him burned brighter than ever before. "Vinod," Abhishek whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of fury and determination "tera ab bas bahut hogaya. Jab tak teri dushmani mere tak thi tab tak theek tha. Par tune meri Manisha ko involve karke theek nahi kiya. Ab Tu gaya." With his fists clenched and a fire in his eyes.