Chapter 70

Part 70

Veer's pov..

Yes, yes, yes, I got the visa, and now I'll be able to meet my girl in 28 days.

I didn't want to show my face and come in front of the world this soon; I didn't want limelight and rivals for me and my baby wife. I was happy and content in my life with our own happy bubble and wished to stay like this.

I have signed a few other projects with big labels, and they would be paying me well, and on top of that, I have further projects with Palash, and everything was going well by God's grace.

I was happy that I've become independent again and am earning for me and Nandini enough to live happily and peacefully.

I, my in-laws, Pooja's husband and her babies, and Sharaddha's family were all flying together as we wanted to celebrate and cheer for the three boss ladies there.

I entered the mall and went straight to the men's section because I needed to buy some decent clothes for myself because I was meeting the best future fashion designer.

I received three pairs of jeans, two sweatshirts, two t-shirts, and a coat.It felt too odd to shop alone because it's always Samaira who chooses casual outfits for me. I tried on the outfits, checked the fittings, and everything else, then walked out after paying, just when something caught my eye and made me grin.

I had to get this for her.

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Samaira's pov..

"First off, no, I am rejecting your offer. I don't want to sleep with you; I am happy and content in my life with my husband." I voiced out, "It's been 25 days since I was in Paris, and it's all going well with new days, new works, and new adventures."

Mr. Gonzales was one of my colleagues; he was from America, and it was good getting to know him and working with him, but suddenly he proposed to me that we should get fucked.

I was like, "What the fuck?"

I knew he wasn't a bad guy, and he didn't give off any vibes like that, but he was just too blunt. I was just so fucking happy in life that I didn't want any other problems.

And neither do I need any other men to satisfy me; Veer was, is, and will always be enough for me.

For me, marriage means loyalty and trust. Veer trusted me enough to send me here for work, and I just couldn't break his trust.

"It was the first time a girl rejected me," he chuckled, leaning against the railing, while I stared at the scenic beauty while munching the sandwich.

"Well, it's because it was the first time you approached a married girl." I chuckled as well.

"No, I screwed married women as well." My eyes widened at his words.

"Oh, then they aren't loyal to their spouses, and not all five fingers are the same," he said, understanding my words.

He was at least not a creep; he knew consent was a must, and he accepted the rejection as well, which I was glad of.

"Mr. Gonzales, are you done flirting with my friend?" If yes, then kindly leave." Shraddha barged in and chose to attack him while I laughed; was Shraddha Veer's twin in a previous birth?I mean, she was literally behaving like a female version of him. So possessive....

"Miss, are you getting jealous or something?" "Do you want me to flirt with you?" He towered over her, making her eyes widen.

"What are you doing?" "Move back, okay?" Shraddha's voice stuttered out a bit while I enjoyed the live show in front of me.

"See you later, beauties." He walked out of the room, leaving a laughing me and a scoffing Shraddha behind.

"Such an arse," I heard her muttering. I giggled then grabbed my phone to check whether there was a message or call from Veer, but I didn't find any.

It's been 2 days since I last talked with him. My man was busy with his work, which I got to know from Dad, but it was so wrong that he wasn't giving me at least 5 minutes of the day.

Ugh, control Sam.

You have to understand your husband, okay?

"What's wrong with you, Shawty?" Pooja asked as I started checking the designs again.

"Nothing," I answered. "I didn't want to share that I was a bit upset."

"Alright, just a few more days then we are going back," Pooja huffed out. "I missed my baby," she further said, whining.

"Baby or baby daddy?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in a mischievous manner.

"Both," she accepted, winking at me.

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From

Veer❤️

Hey baby, I hope you are doing well. There are way too many issues with my cheap phone, which is why I am not able to contact you. I know tomorrow is a big day for you, so all the best and kill it. We'll be meeting soon.

That was the last message I got from Manik yesterday, and today was a big day for me. "Ugh, ughh Veer could've called me by dad's phone or mom's phone or any other, but damn this boy."

The fashion show would take place today; the dresses, shoes, jewelry, and accessories had all been designed and were ready, as had my model; I hoped everything went well.

Buttoning up my new sky blue formal pants, I slipped on the same-colored tube corset top. Wearing the robe, I sat down as the makeup artist started doing my makeup and the hair stylist started straightening my hair. I sipped the coffee then checked my phone all over again only to find nothing.

There were no messages from mom, dad, and Veer; they just forgot that today was the big day for me. I frowned; I didn't want to do makeup or anything, but I had to.

After they were finished, I opened the robe and put on the sky blue blazer, removing the diamond studs and wearing only my small nupital chain.

My look was sleek and subtle; I loved the formal set I was wearing, and it kind of gave me confidence. Wearing the black heeled pumps, I picked up my bag and phone and walked out of the room, but not before spraying my favourite perfume.

"You looked so beautiful, Sam," Sharaddha and Pooja agreed."And you looked so hot, bitch," I said to Shraddha. She was wearing a black bodycon dress and a beige overcoat.

"And Pooja, you are so damn gorgeous, mommy." I complimented her and winked at her; she was clad in ice blue wide leg jeans with a red tube top inside and a pink overcoat on top, giving her a nice look.

Okay, we are all literal queens, and we know it.

Wearing the sunglasses, we walked out of the hotel, and the chauffeur opened the door of the limousine for us, and we hopped in.

The show was held in the venue just beside the Eiffel Tower, and nothing was more exciting than this.

Dialing Veer's number I looked out, and fuck, his phone was switched off.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

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Veer's pov..

We reached Paris last night, and I badly wanted to run into Samaira's hotel room and hug her tight. Yes, we were all staying in the same hotel, but I controlled myself because I didn't want to mess up the surprise.

After getting ready in the black semi-formal outfit, I sprayed the cologne, which was Samaira's favourite, and walked out after wearing my footwear and taking my phone and wallet.

I joined others, and we left for the venue. I badly wanted to get one glance of Samaira but failed.

Luckily, my bestest father-in-law arranged the front seats for us, which we all were thankful for.

I looked everywhere, hoping to catch a glimpse of Samaira, but she was nowhere to be found. "Don't be so eager, damad jii (son in law), she must be in the backstage," I said sheepishly, looking away.

All the seats started to fill while I tapped my foot on the floor, making small conversations with Pooja and Shraddha's families.

"Hello everyone, thank you for coming. Before we start the show, let's call all of our designers from the USA; the team walked in," and with that, a few groups came to the stage.

In the second number, it was London.

"And now, let's call the designers from India." I looked up impatiently as Samaira and her colleagues entered; my gaze was fixed on her; she looked like a boss lady in that formal outfit, and when her eyes met mine, a wave of shock washed over her, and I felt my breath catch in my throat; I had not seen her in 28 days.She was standing just a few metres away from me.

Everything around me felt blurry as I just gazed at her. The host called all the designers from different countries, and suddenly she was gone from my sight, making me sigh in disappointment.

Samaira's pov..

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Was that Veer and my family there? Wait, it might be my hallucination as I didn't get enough sleep last night.

"That was my hallucination, right?" I felt myself asking the question to Pooja, who smiled at me in return and said, "That wasn't a dream. Our family is present here, baby girl." I heard Pooja saying.

What the fuck? They were here, like, for real?My Veer, my family, they were all here.Oh goodness, I would faint now due to the happiness.

"Yes damnnn!" I jumped on Pooja, giving her a tight hug as we shared giggles and laughter.

"Sharaddha, aren't you--" my sentence stopped in mid-flow when I saw her eyes full of tears. "Shrads, what happened? Why are you crying?" "Your family is here as well; what's the point of crying now?" I cupped her cheeks.I questioned her, softly wiping her tears with the tissue, not wanting to ruin her makeup.

"What the hell is that bitch of a man doing here?" He had hurt me enough, and now he is there to ruin my big day." Sheesh, I thought that was a misunderstanding, but no, her ex Bhavin was sitting there as well. Oh, damn.

"I was trying to heal myself, and now that jerk has shown up, ughh, what does he want from me?"She cried as I and Pooja tried to console her.

"Shraddha, you are strong, and this is the big day for you, and here you are crying for him seriously?"Pooja started.

"It's your day, brave girl, face it with a smile," I finished.I didn't even know why they even broke up; they used to be such a compatible and cute couple.

The makeup artist did her touch-up, and I passed her a sipper of iced coffee to cheer up her mood.

Shraddha had calmed herself, but now I was freaking out. Our models were ready, and in 15 minutes they had to walk on the stage, and in every second my heartbeat was accelerating. Being in an air-conditioned place, I was sweating profusely. Damn Samaira control, okay? Just control..

Taking out my phone I dialled Veer's number, and luckily, he picked up my call: "Meet me in the girl's washroom." Yes, because that was the only vacant place.

I waited for him, and in a minute, I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was Veer as I opened the door and pulled him inside.

"Samaira, are you okay?" What happen?" I didn't utter a word and crashed on his chest, placing my head just above the skin of his heart as I tried to steadie my breaths.

"I've missed you so much," I whispered breathlessly.

"I did too" He pulled back and cupped my face. "Why are you sweating so much?" I heard him ask.

"I'm Pani.cking, I don't know, in 10 minutes the.re--"I stopped abruptly and tried to breathe softly.

"You just need to calm down, okay, everything is fine."He made circles on my back in a soothing manner. It didn't work.

Taking my blazer off, I breathed, then splashed some water on my face.

"Samaira, you earned it for yourself, and you can't just destroy everything by panicking," he stated, cupping my cheeks.

"Let's do a breathing exercise, okay?" I nodded at him.

"Now go and ace it." Encircling my hands around his neck, I pulled him close, saying, "Let me reward you first; we still have a few minutes left." My lips met his for a soul-searing kiss, to which he responded back with an equal flavour.

After so many days, I felt at peace when his lips touched mine; I felt at home in his arms; he is my home.

"I love you, Samaira," his lips pressed against my head as I drew back and rested my forehead on his chest, trying to catch my breath.

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"It's time." The hustle and bustle on the backseat was too much, and I was chanting some words in my mind, trying to calm myself down.

Our models went on stage to walk, while I held Sharddha and Pooja's hands tight, seeing them walk wearing our latest collections, which we all designed together...

When they were finished, we all walked with our models, my gaze falling on Mom and Dad, who were clapping and smiling from ear to ear, and on Veer, whose eyes were glistening with tears and his lips stretched into a smile, the look of pride on his face giving me enough peace and satisfaction.

Veer's pov..

I didn't realise my eyes started glistening with freshness when I saw her walking with her models so flawlessly; she made me so proud today; she was the literal queen and future best fashion designer.

She slightly shook her head for me, which made me chuckle in tears. She wanted me not to cry, so I wiped my tears and smiled wider for her.

She proved herself today.

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Samaira's pov..

Shraddha's ex was here, and he used to be the guy she loved dearly once; I knew about it; Shraddha didn't want to talk to him, but I and Pooja persuaded her.

She looked normal when she came back to talk to him, and I didn't ask her anything, giving her much-needed time.

The afterparty was going to be held at night, and the shocking thing I got to know was that my dad was one of the investors in the show.

"You could've asked as much as you wanted from them," I said to Veer when I learned that he had rejected the offer of doing the concert in Paris with Palash.

He looked up, halting his kisses on my neck, and said, "I don't want to come out this soon; we are living a happy and peaceful life." He didn't even complete his sentence and dove on my neck all over again while his right hand slipped inside my t-shirt, palming and kneading my breasts like a stress ball.

"That's not a stress joke." I slapped his hand away only to hear him hiss as he pinched my sensitive skin. "Shut up, not a word. That's my favourite thing to play." I made a weird face at his words.

"My breasts are not a toy." I frowned, and he pouted. "Shut up"

"We need to get ready for the parade." When his lips brushed against mine, my voice became muffled; he hovered over me, pressing his body tight against mine; I moaned, feeling his hard hands caressing my belly, "Oh, this man's so irresistible."

"I don't want to get late for the party," I whispered, tugging at his hair as he busied himself rolling and pinching my nipples.

What's with his obsession with my breast today?

"Surely wifey will go and get ready, and I need to jerk off as well." He stood up, pointing his hands to the strained hard on.

I laughed at him and got off the bed.

"Awww, Daddy, do release your babies in the washroom," I joked, staring at his grumpy face.

"That's not funny, okay?" His cheeks puffed, making him look more cute.

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"I've got something for you." "What is it?" he asked as he handed her the wrapped box.She scanned the box.

"Open it," Samaira sighed as she unwrapped the box; her eyes widened and she exclaimed as she discovered a beautiful maroon dress inside.

"OMG, this is so beautiful," she said, awed by the beauty of the outfit.

"It will look more beautiful if you wear this," Veer stated.

"Aww, husband, I love you, and thank you so much for this." Placing the outfit on the bed, she wrapped her arms around him. "I bought this with my own money," he said.

"I am so proud of you, Veer," he said, leaning in and pecking her lips.

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Veer's pov..

I looked at Samaira, who was talking with a few of her colleagues; she was dressed in a maroon sleeveless dress with a deep neck that revealed her cleavage.

That day when I went shopping, my eyes caught that outfit, and I knew I wanted to get it for her because it felt like it was made for her. She looked so beautiful in that outfit, with her hair curled at the back and lips painted in deep colors; her makeup was subtle, and the nuptial chain around her neck was cheery on top.

She screams "mine, all mine!"

"You're done staring at my daughter like you're going to swallow her whole." I stared at my father-in-law wide-eyed, not able to digest his words.

Embarassing

way too embarrassing.

"Did I say anything wrong, Son?" What was wrong with him tonight?

No, in general, what was actually wrong with him these days? He was teasing me then and now.

"Sasurjii (Father In Law), you were just looking at Sasumom (Mother In Law) a few minutes ago; did I ask you if you wanted to swallow her whole or not?"I retorted, cocking my head towards him.

"That's not how you talk with your father-in-law, Veer," he warned, rewarding me with a fake glare.

"Then you shouldn't talk to your son-in-law like that as well." I played along only to receive a slight punch on my back, and we both giggled.

"What is happening here?" She walked towards us, sipping the mojito, as I strictly told her not to touch any alcohol because I had something planned for her.

"Nothing, Sam. I and your dad were having some normal conversation." I cleared, and she nodded.

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"What are you taking me for, Veer?"Instead of answering, he dragged me along with him towards the exit from the back.

"I have a surprise for you," he rasped, making me frown. Ugh, the party hasn't ended yet, and here he wants to take me somewhere, this man.

"Leave the party—"

"Ssshh, the party isn't important; you have to come with me or I'll kidnap you," I sighed and followed him.

The car was waiting for us there. "Where are we going, by the way?" When we were settled in the backseat, the driver drove away.

"You'll find out soon," he winked, then forcefully blindfolded me.

I tap my foot continuously, muttering some curses for him, as the cold breeze caresses my neck and collarbone.

The car came to a halt after about 30 minutes, and I heard the driver say that we'd arrived.

"No, no, no, don't open the blindfold, wifey." Veer caught my wrists, making me groan, and he helped me step out of the car, saying, "Walk slowly with me."

Veer's pov..

"Walk slowly with me," I instructed, and she clutched my hand tight, walking slowly.

We got inside the elevator, and in a minute we were inside the restaurant.

"And we are here." I opened the blindfold, and she gasped, staring here and there.

I had planned to surprise her with a date night at the restaurant inside the Eiffel Tower since yesterday.I was glad that I could arrange everything all by myself for my girl.

"OMG this is so wholesome," she exclaimed, palming her mouth and staring at the waiters, all of whom were holding cards that read, "We Are Proud Of You Samaira."

"We're all so proud of you, Samaira," they said, and the smile on her face was worth watching, the way she laughed and giggled and then ran to me, pressing her lips tight against mine.

"I love you, I love you so much," she whispered in between, "I love you the most, Samaira." Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kissed her back.

Pulling back, she thanked all of them, and the manager led us to our seats.

"The view is so beautiful," she said while I was busy gazing at her.

"The view is indeed so beautiful and mesmerizingly breathtaking." She was staring at the beauty of the outer world while I was busy staring at my world, my chota packet, and my little bride.

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