"It's no coincidence that our hearts are meant to be together."
Adhrit's POV
The engine whizzed with a stentorian sound. I bolted the car to its maximal value doable without me ending up in jail.
I'm a menace on the road right now and even my life, a road hog in all senses.
As I took another rash turn, an ear-piercing squawk howled in the air. My driver is really whooping at this point.
"Bhagwan bas aaj bacha lo maa kasam woh pados wali bhabhi ko bhi behn bana lunga please bhagwan," he yelled as I deliberately increased the speed of my Brabus 900 rocket edition now to 257 kmph, advantages of owning a limited edition.
"Sahab please sahab gaadi dheere kar lijiye sahab mere bache hai chote chote, biwi hai, pados wali bhabhi hai mere liye nahi toh apne liye hi, aapke toh abhi hue bhi nahi aise hi mar jayenge aap bhari jawani mein bina biwi bachon ke bina maze ke."
His words added fuel to the fire, making me accelerate the speed of the car to 263 kmph.
"Hello! Haan, Sushma hello," Manoj, my driver, yelled, putting the phone near his ear.
"Woh Haan, agar aaj nahi aaye na Ghar wapas toh roona mat, tumhara pati Sher ki tarah lada tha maut se yaad rakhna, aur agar hospital mein mile toh woh ped ke neeche chaandi ke sikke chupaye the, wahi se bill bhar dena," he yelled at the top of his voice.
At this point, I might deliberately crash us into that truck.
"Haan kya! Aye kya mar rahe mar jaane do, aye pagli, kya matlab ab jevan bima ka paisa tumhare liye apne pati se zyada pyaara hai. Haan, theek hai jao hum bhi dekh lenge sabko."
I banged my hand on the wheel; his howlings are so frustrating. At this point, taking hold of his phone, I threw it outside the window.
"Arey par sir Mera pho-"
"Agar ab chillaya toh phone ki jagah tum hoge, aur tumhe toh koi uthayega bhi nahi," my voice thundered in the air, vexation being the most evident emotion of all.
For the rest of the ride, he stayed close-mouthed. Thank God I knew I'd make it in time, more like before time, still 10 mins left.
I quickly grabbed my bag and went out of the car, tossing the keys to Manoj. Well, my car got hurt, but it's okay; it'll be alright. Just a few scratches and a broken headlight are not much damage.
Before going away, I gave Manoj his phone back. Yeah, obviously I didn't throw it. I mean, it's his phone with his important data and contacts. Just because I'm privileged enough, I have no right to mess with others.
"Best of journey, sir. Aur shaadi jab bhi fir se karenge toh mann bana ke kijiyega."
I hummed with my usual stoic face and went to platform number 2 where my train was supposed to be arriving.
Izna's POV
Sounds of several trains bustling on the tracks, chaotic tea vendors roaming all around the trains like their father owns it. Porters flexing their arm muscles with overburdening bags, station announcer speaking like a constipated patient; everything and everyone seems in pandemonium.
"Gaadi sankhya panch shunya shunya teen do chaar, Dilli se poore Bharat mein chalne wali Bharat Brahman platform number 4 par aa rahi hai," the announcement ended with a tune.
As I started walking towards the correct platform, a porter barged into me.
"Madam, madam, how could you, madam? Dulhan aise kaise samaan utha sakti hai, nahi bilkul nahi," he spoke in such a concerning tone while grabbing my belongings that it made me doubt whether he's someone sent by my parents or one of my relatives.
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The Love Voyage
Romance"Let fate play its part." One arranged marriage or more like an alliance marriage amidst two of the wealthiest Indian families, which scream old money. But what if, on such a prestigious occasion, the bride and the groom both run away? Only to find...
