The days were not as simple as it was before. For Vani, it was especially not. Her hands tickled while writing, and her signature got smudged.

Groaning she tore the paper and started typing furiously on her laptop. Only she knows what she is holding inside her. She is frustrated, with herself. She never talked like the way she talked with Omkar these months, she never wanted to. But, whenever she looks at his face, she remembers the day when her life took the most unexpected turn.

Her eyes moistened as she glanced at the photo frame sitting on her desk. The couple in the frame looked very happy. The boy was holding the waist of the girl as she made the titanic pose, both laughing at their weirdness.

She clutched her eyes and huffed a sigh. But before she could dwell on her sadness her phone buzzed. She glanced at the ID which showed- 'Ma'. Exhaling she picked up the phone.

"Hello, Vani? How are you, my child?" a sweet voice resonated from the other side.

"I'm perfectly fine, what about you?" she asked softly.

"I'm also good. What were you doing?"

"Nothing much, just some work."

"Ok, ok. Your father was missing you. He wants you to come home."

"Ok ma, I will come tomorrow."

"Yes, and bring Omkar with you."

Vani groaned.

"Not again, ma. You know-

"No excuses. I hope me and your father see both of you together." She sounded stern.

"OK." And the conversation held short.

Getting up glancing at her wristwatch she made her way out of her cabin and sat on her black Mahindra SUV.

She made her way into the house and found no one. She then again glanced at her wristwatch which showed '9:45'.

She felt a little strange when she couldn't find a certain someone, who waits for her even till midnight. Shrugging to herself she made her way upstairs.

I'm late today. Very late, she might be home at this hour. I don't know if the meeting will continue till 9:30 and now I'm inside my home at 10:15. I wonder if she had eaten anything.

But my thoughts vanished when I saw her eating a bowl of fruit while watching some documentary on the TV. A crime documentary, typical.

"Hey." I made my presence clear as I loosened my tie. To which, she just looked at me and again resumed her eating.

"My mother called. She wants both of us to meet them. If you are free tomorrow accompany me. If not, there is no problem." She stated without even looking at me. Sighing I pulled out my phone from my pants pockets. Dialing my assistant's number, I stick the phone to my ears.

"Hello?" came a voice from the other side.

"Clear my schedule for tomorrow."

"But the meeting-

"Cancel it." With this, he hanged up and went upstairs.

She frowned and muttered a 'weird' under her breath.

As morning came, I looked forward to the day, wondering why her parents called me also. In these four months, no one from her family contacted me personally. But I shrugged off the thought and got ready in my casual polo t-shirt with washed blue denims.

Descending from the stairs my eyes found a lady wearing a black satin shirt and caramel high-waist pants. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. She looks smart. Looking at my side she sighed and started walking toward the main door. She then grabbed a pair of white casual sneakers and made her way out.

She always wears formal clothing, even today when we are just visiting my in-laws and her parents. She is like going to a business meeting. I chuckled and made my way out.

"Who's gonna drive?" she asked while adjusting her no-shade ray-ban glasses.

"Let me." With this I made my way toward my 2022 edition Range Rover, turning around I saw her following me while typing something on her phone.

Before her hands could reach the back door, I pulled her to the passenger seat and closed the door. Her face held utter surprise. But she again got out before I could reach the driver's seat.

"What was that?" she asked, no, yelled. To which I just shrugged.

"If husband is driving wife should be seated beside him, not on the back. Neither I'm your driver, nor there is any choice." I put on my seat belt and locked the back doors. And she did what I expected, she pulled the back door. Groaning, she sat on the passenger's seat and closed the door with a loud thump.

If someone else had done this, I would have put their head in the door and then closed it. But surprisingly not only I was not angry, but a sense of satisfaction rose in my chest. At least she is wearing her seat belt and sitting beside me. This is the second time we were sharing a car. The ride was perfectly silent.

Soon after I pulled in front of a villa that was neither too extravagant nor a ragged one. Exhaling she got out of the car and made her way inside without waiting for me. I could feel an arousing headache.

The thing that shocked me the most was that her parents welcomed us with a sweet and warm smile. Ok, her parents are welcoming their daughter like this is justifiable. But me? Frowning I made my way in, and her parents let us sit in the living room which was decorated with some showpiece and lots of photo frames. There is one photo which got my attention. The picture of our wedding. Unknowingly, I smiled.