A motorbike rider dressed in full leather outfit and helmet, rammed through the opening in the barricade towards the stage, and shot at Pratap Chaudhary with a revolver.
ACP Ajay Singh Rathore chased the bike rider on his motorbike, hell bent on cat...
The wedding preparation discussions ran quite late till 2am. Once they realised Amrita had fallen asleep on the couch, while Mrs Naseem Khan was busy selecting Mehendi designs for the bride, they decided to call it a night. There was room to accommodate everyone and they forced Sarang and Ramesh to stay back too, in spite of their protests. But everyone struggled to wake up in the morning next day.
The moment he woke up, Ajay's mind was filled with thoughts of Amrita and the upcoming wedding. Finally, they are going to be a couple. What they vaguely thought of , all those years ago, and then longed for all through the years of separation, was going to come true in the next 24 hours or so.
He neither felt too elated or anxious, but was relieved that something that was so inevitable between them was finally going to happen. He had a sudden urge to see Amrita. He knew that once all the rituals start and everyone was here, he would hardly have any private moment with Amrita.
Somehow his heart ached for few moments with her, alone. He quickly freshened himself making sure not to make too much noise. Shyam, Mukesh and Sarang were still sleeping. He stealthily climbed the stairs but he had no idea which room Amrita or others were in. The beautiful bathroom that they spent so much time yesterday looked inviting. On an impulse, he went inside, only to find Amrita washing her face there. He waited for her to finish and then slowly reached her from behind and wrapped arms around her.
Amrita controlled her squeal with a lot of difficulty but her heart kept thundering dangerously.
"Ajay what are you doing here?" She whispered.
Ajay nuzzled into her hair.
"What do you think I am doing?" He kissed her on the curve of the neck before proceeding to kiss her earlobes and then began to place feather touch kisses all along her jaw. His hands roamed all along her midriff, tracing the curve of her waist but as they tried to move upwards towards her chest, Amrita firmly pulled his hands off her, and turned around to glare at him.
"Good morning Mrs Rathore!" He wished her, in his most seductive and soft voice cupping her face with both hands.
Some of the anger left Amrita's body and she slowly relaxed.
"Ammu we are going to be surrounded by people for the next 48 hours. I just wanted to spend a few moments with you. Am I not allowed to do that Hmmm?"
He kissed her on the forehead and turned her around again and pulled her into his embrace from behind. He pointed at the mirror in front of them and said
"Don't we look good together?" Amrita looked at their reflection and smiled in agreement.
"Hmm yes... but Ajay we have to leave now, what if Mrs Khan or worse Mr Khan comes along. This is after all their bathroom." Amrita tried to reason.
"Two more minutes and then I will go." Ajay sighed, nuzzling into her hair again and closed his eyes. Amrita kept staring at their reflection with a deep satisfying smile on her lips.
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