[FEATURED]Thrown together on a one month long honeymoon, Vansh and Ahaana had to live under one roof in an apartment, away from chaos, to accept each other as husband and wife and not as friends. Living with someone daily and knowing someone is diff...
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Day 17
We use our phones for various things. But most importantly, it was invented for calling each other, or I believe so. We communicate many things through phones. Some bad things, some good things are communicated. You never know what a phone call can result in.
Like once my best friend called me to tell me that she was pregnant. This was a good thing communicated. But when Ahaan called me for daadi ma it was bad news.
The day before, at the bookstore, Vansh got a call, which left him in distress. He did tell me it was his father's call but did not tell me what it was about. I didn't press him. He would tell me when he feels comfortable.
He was all gloomy and even went to his room early, didn't even have a proper dinner. However, before going to his room, while I was doing the dishes, he stood beside me.
"I am going to sleep," he said in a gloomy voice.
"This early? Do you want to watch a movie or something?" I asked him, hoping we could spend some time together.
"No not today I'm tired" his face literally fell. He looked so sad and exhausted. It broke my heart. I hugged him tightly, trying to make him feel better. He hugged back, burying his face in my shoulder. I felt helpless. so helpless, I could not do anything for him.
The following morning I woke up because someone was spamming my phone with messages. I groaned and got up. Sitting on my bed, I sighed, stretched, and reached out for my phone. Apparently, it wasShreya spamming me for Vansh and mine's pictures.
I examined the photos I had on my phone before just sending them. The photos I send should not contain anything that could be used against me. Going through the pictures, I found one picture which could be used against me.
I was flabstabbered. The picture was taken the day before yesterday when I drank alcohol for the first time and got drunk. I was smiling goofily, looking towards the camera, while Vansh was kissing my cheek.
Good thing I decided to examine the pictures before sending them, or else these girls would have teased me forever. However, I feel weird accepting this, but this photo was really cute.
Mind you, I have never used this word for anyone except my brother, dogs, dadi ma, and some family members. Thank god, this photo was clicked when I was not sober, or else I would have been an absolute red tomato like I am right now.
Other 'drunk me' pictures were pretty amazing. I decided to send them a few pictures before getting up. After I got up. I had this weird feeling in my chest, making my heart beat fast. I decided to check upon Vansh, he's an early riser, so I won't be disturbing him in sleep.
I left my room, tying my hair in a bun. As I entered Vansh's room, he was fast asleep. He was sleeping in a fetal position with his body covered with a thick blanket, only his face was visible.
