Falling In Love With My Husband
episode 1
Aman Verma. His name alone sent waves through the business world.
He was the one and only heir of Verma Industries.
Together, he and his father owned countless factories and companies in America, the United Kingdom, and India.
Aman Verma was a tall, well-built, and very handsome man with a passion for women
He took as much pride in his appearance as he did in his work
His collection of designer suits was the envy of the town
Aman was the reigning king of New York City, where he liked to spend the majority of his time even though he had pent houses and mansions in L.A., Chicago, London, Mumbai, and more
Anam Verma (ml)
*sat back and watched his best friend, Hiten*
Hiten
*Try to flirt with a pretty little blonde*
Aman and Hiten decided to hit one of New York's premiere night clubs
Anam Verma (ml)
*felt the eyes of every woman in the club on him*
Anam Verma (ml)
*doesn’t care*
He was much too amused by Hiten's futile attempts to woo any woman who showed even a bit of interest in him.
Anam Verma (ml)
Any luck? *called out to Hiten*
Hiten
*heading towards Anam*
Hiten
*plopped down on the bar stool next to Aman*
Hiten
Nope. None. The ladies have no idea what they're missing. *smirk*
A sultry woman in her early twenties began walking towards Aman and Hiten.
Her purple sequin dress hugged her curves perfectly.
Veronica
*wobbled slightly in her six-inch heels as she closed the distance between them*
Veronica
Hey there. *eyed Aman sensually*
Anam Verma (ml)
Hey *smirked*
Veronica
*ordered a tequila from the bar*
Veronica
*tucked a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear and turned her attention to Aman*
Veronica
*glanced in his direction before turning back to Aman*
Hiten
Uh...you know, Aman is really dancer.
Veronica
Dance with me? *grabbed Aman's arm and dragged him out to the dance floor*
Veronica
*slithered her body up against his and placed his hands on her waist*
Veronica
*began moving to the rhythm of the music*
Anam Verma (ml)
*hands travelled up and down her back*
Veronica
*turned around and pushed her back against Aman's chest*
Anam Verma (ml)
*placed his hands back on her waist and moved with her*
Anam Verma (ml)
*felt his phone vibrate in his pant pocket*
Anam Verma (ml)
*took one hand off of Veronica's waist and pulled out his phone*
Anam Verma (ml)
I have to take this. *half yelled into her ear before turning away towards the bar*
Anam Verma (ml)
Hello? 📱 *shouted into the phone.*
He doubted the person on the other side could hear him over the music.
Madhav (Amam father secretary)
Sir, Mr. Verma would like to speak to you personally? 📱
Anam Verma (ml)
*stepped outside so he could converse with his father in peace*
Anam Verma (ml)
*braced himself*
Whenever his father wanted to personally speak to him, it usually meant Aman was about to receive some bad news.
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
Aman, I need you in India right now 📱
Anam Verma (ml)
He didn't even asked how I was or exchange any other pleasantries. He just went straight to the point like always. 💭
Anam Verma (ml)
India? Why? 📱
Anam Verma (ml)
I really wanted to know 💭
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
I Need you here now. I expect you to land in Mumbai by tomorrow. Once you're here, I'll give you further information. *hung up the call*
Anam Verma (ml)
*sighed and look his phone*
The last thing he wanted to do was leave New York and go to India
What the hell was waiting for him in India anyways?
episode 2
Priya Malhotra , age-24 ,was a shy, traditional Indian girl. Even though she was raised in a palace, she was brought up with traditional values.
She was very obedient and never questioned her mother or her absentee father.
She knew her father worked hard to create his business empire, which is why he spends most of his time in Mumbai or Delhi rather than at home with his family.
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*diligently prepared breakfast*
Sure, there were servants, but she preferred to make breakfast herself.
Priya was an excellent cook. She enjoyed cooking.
Her mother told her the one way to win a man's heart was through his stomach, so she just had to learn how to cook well.
She was finishing up making the last of the parathas when her younger sister, Payal, came bursting into the kitchen.
Payal Malhotra (fl sister)
Didi! Look at this! *holding up a fashion magazine*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*glanced at the picture Payal held in front of her*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*saw a glamorous model wearing a short red dress*
The dress was much too short and the neckline was cut a little too low.
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*noticed the model's confidence and a hint of jealousy rose inside of her*
She knew she could never dress like that.
Priya Malhotra (fl)
Why are you reading these types of magazines? You know we can't dress like this. *moving the magazine aside as she finished preparing breakfast*
Payal Malhotra (fl sister)
A girl can dream, can't she? *beamed*
Payal was always an optimist. She was four years younger than Priya, but believed she was much older and all grown up.
Priya Malhotra (fl)
Take these to the table. *handing Payal plates full of food*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*adjusted her braid and put on the veil*
She had removed while she was cooking.
She brought out the rest of the food and called everyone down.
She lived in a joint family, so most of her uncles and aunts and a plethora of cousins lived with her.
She enjoyed being part of a large family.
She couldn't wrap her mind around how children actually left their parents behind to live on their own
She never wanted to leave her family, but she knew one day she would have to get married and leave. Every girl had to get married one day.
Priya's younger cousins sauntered down the grand staircase and surrounded the table.
Her aunts and uncles leisurely followed.
None of her cousins were her age. Most were much younger than she was. A few of them were married with families of their own.
fl uncle
Mmm smells good.
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*smiled and began to serve her family members*
Vidya Malhotra (fl mother)
*made her way to her seat*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*served her*
Vidya Malhotra (fl mother)
*looked up at her, approving of her job well done*
Vidya Malhotra (fl mother)
Payal, you must learn to cook like your sister.
Payal Malhotra (fl sister)
Of course, but just wait and watch Ma. I'll be better than Didi
Vidya Malhotra (fl mother)
*shake her head*
Payal Malhotra (fl sister)
*look her sister and wink*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*chuckle*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*glanced out the window and noticed a black Mercedes parked outside*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*studied it for a moment and then quickly made her way towards the front door.*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*paused for a moment and took a deep breath*
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*opened the door to see her father with a fist in the air*
Sanjeev Malhotra (fl father)
You always get to the door before I even knock!
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*smiled*
She always knew when her father came home even when he tried to surprise her
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*bent down and touched her father's feet*
Sanjeev Malhotra (fl father)
Be happy. *gave her his blessing and enveloped her in a hug as he entered the house*
Vidya Malhotra (fl mother)
*walked around the corner and shyly smiled as she saw Priya's father*
Payal Malhotra (fl sister)
Baba! *came running around the corner.*
Payal Malhotra (fl sister)
*bent down to touch her father's feet before giving him a hug*
They loved when their father came home.
The house always seemed brighter, happier when he was home
Priya Malhotra (fl)
*noticed that her father wasn't as happy as he usually was when he came home*
He kept glancing over at her as the rest of the family members tried to greet him and welcome him home.
Sanjeev Malhotra (fl father)
Priya
Priya Malhotra (fl)
ji Baba
Sanjeev Malhotra (fl father)
I need to discuss something with you.
Episode 3
Aman groggily exited the airplane once it landed in Mumbai.
The flight from New York to India lasted almost twenty hours.
Anam Verma (ml)
*gathered his luggage and made his way outside*
There, he met one of his father's employees.
He sat in the air conditioned car as the driver placed his luggage in the trunk
Anam Verma (ml)
*fought the urge to fall asleep right there in the car.*
He knew he had to meet his father first otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep in peace.
He felt the car jolt forward. About half an hour later, he arrived at his father's house.
Anam Verma (ml)
*exited the car and slowly walked up the sidewalk*
He didn't even bother knocking on the door. He knew the security guard had seen him on the security cameras and left the door unlocked for him.
Anam Verma (ml)
*cautiously walked through the large corridor*
He knew he should try his father's office first.
Anam Verma (ml)
*approached a large door near the back of the mansion*
Anam Verma (ml)
*lifted his hand to knock on the door, but paused*
Anam Verma (ml)
*took a deep breath before tapping on the door.*
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
Come in
Anam Verma (ml)
*opened the door and walked inside*
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
*immersed in some documents*
Anam Verma (ml)
*held is hand out with his index finger lifted indicating to wait for a minute *
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
*reading some documents*
Anam Verma (ml)
*stayed quiet and waited as his father finished with his task*
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
okay *look up*
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
*face beamed with excitement as he saw his son standing before him*
Anam Verma (ml)
Dad. *tiredly*
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
Aman! My son! *stood and walked up to Aman*
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
*hugged him*
Anam Verma (ml)
*surprised but hugged his father back*
Anam Verma (ml)
Why am I here?
Aman was too tired to niceties. He just wanted to sleep.
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
I have some important news to discuss with you.
Anam Verma (ml)
Can't it wait 'til later?
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
I have arranged your marriage with the daughter of a good friend of mine. You will meet her tomorrow night
Harshvardhan Verma said nonchalantly as if he were simply talking about the weather instead of Aman's life.
Anam Verma (ml)
That's great...Wait! What?
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