“But where?”
“You will know when we reach there.” He opened his hand for her again. Amaal looked at him, but couldn’t force her features to hold steady. Her smile broke through. She shook her head — “You have never behaved like this.”
“I have never been married before this.” He gently tightened his grip on her, climbing the steps up and into the cabin.
“Welcome, Dr. Dixit. Hello, Mrs. Dixit. Congratulations to you both.”
Amaal’s heart skipped a beat. Samar turned over his shoulder, his eyes running over her face. She instantly shut her mouth, biting the insides of her cheeks. He smirked, leading her to the pair of finest seats and helping her down. He took the seat in front of her and eyed her cheeks.
“Don’t keep looking,” she quirked her brow. “I am about to find out where you are kidnapping me.”
“How?”
“The Captain will make his announcement…”
“Hello, Dr. Dixit and Mrs. Dixit. This is your Captain speaking.”
She pointed up, grinning.
“We have a take-off window at 1400 hours. The skies look clear and we anticipate a touchdown on time. Please fasten your seatbelts and relax, lunch service will begin after take-off. And congratulations on your nuptials today.”
The radio went silent.
“That’s it?” Amaal waited, eyes wide. “He has to announce where we are going, our ETA…”
Samar fastened his seatbelt and sat back, dark eyes laughing at her.
“I will not get off this plane,” she threatened.
He eyed her up and down, as if calculating how to box her up.
“Are we going to Shimla?” She guessed. “But Iram and all are in Delhi… are we going to Delhi? But we haven’t told them we got married. Iram is going to kill me. Wait…” she glared at him. “Did you tell them?”
He shook his head.
“Don’t lie if you did… is there a surprise? Tell me if they know because I have to prepare myself accordingly.”
“Atharva might have an idea.”
The plane caught speed and flew up the tarmac. Her eyes bugged.
“Might.” He clarified.
“Samar,” she banged her head back on her headrest. “Iram will kill me.”
“Youwanted this secret wedding.”
“I trusted you to keep it secret.”
“I haven’t told anybody.”
“Then how does Atharva have an idea?”
“How am I supposed to know?”
Amaal moved her eyes away to the window, seeing the ground falling away as the bright blue sky welcomed them. And her eyes whirled back to him. He was sitting there looking like the most handsome version of himself. In a fucking koti! And Atharva wasn’t stupid.
“You wore a koti!”
