ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

37. will you marry me again?

Mayura's POV:

Life was good. Abhimaan and I were in a sweet spot, our teasing and playful moments filling the air. Our makeout sessions were still passionate, and we were loving every moment of it. But, as always, life had other plans. College and work were keeping us busy, and we were struggling to find quality time for each other.

As I drove Abhimaan's favorite car, the sleek black Devil Jesco, to his office, I received an unexpected call from his assistant, Rajeev. His voice was laced with urgency and a hint of desperation.

"Mayura mam , please come to the office. Sir is having a rough day, and... well, he's firing everyone in sight. I know it's a lot to ask, but please, you're our only hope. He listens to you, Mam . Please come and save us."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the dramatic plea. But, I knew Abhimaan's temper was no joke. I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally. I packed his favorite lunch and headed to his office, ready to tame the beast and save the day.

As I pulled into the office parking lot, I could feel the tension in the air. Abhimaan's anger was palpable, even from a distance. I took a deep breath, grabbed the lunch bag, and stepped out of the car, ready to face the storm ahead.

I discreetly signaled Rajeev, Abhimaan's assistant, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of horror and helplessness. As our eyes met, Rajeev's expression changed from despair to hope. He looked like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline.

I mouthed to him, "I'll wait in Abhimaan's office. Just send him here."

Rajeev's eyes widened, and he nodded enthusiastically, as if I had asked him to capture a dinosaur. His reaction was almost comical, and I struggled to stifle a giggle.

With a deep breath, Rajeev scurried off to execute my plan, leaving me to navigate the treacherous waters of Abhimaan's temper. I made my way to his office, my heart pounding in anticipation of the encounter ahead.

As I entered the office, I could feel the weight of Abhimaan's anger still lingering in the air. I took a seat, preparing myself for the challenge of calming the storm and saving the day. The wait began, and I could only hope that my plan would work.

I sat in Abhimaan's throne-like chair, my heart racing with anticipation. Suddenly, loud footsteps echoed outside the door, followed by Abhimaan's thunderous voice. I swiveled the chair around, positioning myself so that I was hidden from his view.

As he stormed into the room, his anger was palpable. "Who dares to sit in my chair?!" he bellowed, his eyes scanning the space. "I'll kill you for your impertinence!"

I remained still, holding my breath, as Abhimaan's gaze swept past me. He was so consumed by rage that he didn't even notice it was me, his own wife, sitting in the chair.

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. Abhimaan, the fierce and powerful, was threatening the unknown occupant of his chair, unaware that it was the one person he loved and cherished most. I bit my lip, suppressing a smile, knowing that the reveal would be worth it.

I slowly spun the chair around, its large frame moving in a dramatic arc, like a scene from a movie. As I revealed myself, Abhimaan's angry face was the first thing I saw. His eyes were blazing, his jaw clenched, and his brows furrowed.

But instead of cowering in fear, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. The absurdity of the situation, the sheer intensity of his anger, and the fact that he hadn't even recognized me until now all combined to create a moment of pure comedy.

My laughter was like a dam breaking, and Abhimaan's expression changed from anger to shock. He looked at me, his eyes wide with disbelief, as if wondering how I could possibly find humor in this situation.