Wow, I became Mrs. Rahul Singh some six hours back. The sorrow of leaving my parents, my sister with whom I had formed such a special bond in the past few years and the carefree innocent life I had lived was still fresh. But at the same time the excitement of new beginnings, a life with Rahul was an exhilarating feeling.
We landed in Delhi some half hour back and were waiting for the luggage to arrive. Once we were in the car traveling towards our new home, reaction and exertion set in.
After three months of excitement, hectic schedules, deadlines, exams were now taking a toll. Even before the car left the airport I fell asleep on Rahul’s shoulder. It must have been some 30 minutes later when I felt Rahul wake me up. Still in the state of drowsiness I smiled at him and watched his eyes darken with so much passion, so much heat that I could have melted right there and then. He quietly held out his hand for me and pulled me out of the car. We walked towards the lift holding each other’s hand tight, looking into each other’s eyes 59
with passion and lust, in a world of our own when suddenly a voice shouted
“Sir your luggage, where should I leave it” (Holy shit, like seriously).
Rahul banged his palm onto his head and went back to the driver for our luggage. Seeing his expressions made me burst out laughing, with him giving me such dirty looks in return which only made me laugh even harder. Once in the lift I tried controlling my laughter but every time I looked at him I could not stop myself. By the time we reached our floor (which was the second last one in the building, the 14th floor) I had tears running down my face and even Rahul had started smiling. We got the luggage out from the lift and Rahul gave me the keys to our house saying
“Do the honours of opening the door, Oh queen of our very own small palace.”
Overwhelmed with his words I opened the door to our haven but before I could take another step I was picked up by strong loving arms who took me over the threshold. Rahul looked me straight in the eyes as we entered the house, then there was just him and me from that moment of time in our very own private world. We looked nowhere but at each other, feeling and living one another’s emotions and the love we shared.