Preeran FF : Truth of life 3

New York – Kapoor Penthouse

The morning light gently creeps into the spacious Kapoor penthouse, illuminating the sleek, modern decor. It's a place that feels alive with love—an intimate oasis amidst the buzzing chaos of New York City. Khushi stirs in her bed, the soft sheets tangled around her. She stretches, waking up with the city's energy surrounding her. Her gaze falls on the skyline outside, the tall glass buildings reflecting the soft hues of the rising sun.

She pulls on her workout gear, determination in her step. The cool air greets her as she steps out onto the balcony, taking in the vast view of the city below. She's ready for her morning jog. The rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the pavement fills the air, as her ponytail sways with every stride. As she jogs past, her eyes catch a colorful poster plastered on a nearby building—the face of her rockstar husband, Yash Kapoor, gazing back at her with that signature confident smirk.

She smiles, a rush of affection and pride swelling in her chest. He's everywhere. The city, the billboards, even in the quiet moments of their home. After a while, she heads back, her body warmed by the workout and her heart light.

She enters their penthouse and is instantly hit by the delicious aroma of something fresh cooking. The table is already set. Pancakes, cornflakes, and fresh juice. Her husband, standing by the stove in a casual shirt, flips pancakes with ease, an apron tied around his waist.

Yash (grinning):
Good morning, chef vs rockstar ke haath ka breakfast veggie pancake, cornflakes aur juice taiyaar hai.

Khushi (laughs in disbelief, walking over to the table):
I don't believe this. Okay, tum duniya ke laute husband ho jo apni wife ke liye chef bhi bann gaye. Kya baat hai.

Yash (his grin widening as he pulls her close):
Kya karu, jiski itni khubsurat biwi ho successful ho, usse sambhal ke rakhna padta hai na. Varna log toh aise hi lekar chale jayenge.

Khushi (rolling her eyes playfully, but her heart skips a beat):
Kiski itni mazaal ki Yash Kapoor ki wife ke saath chedkhani kare?
(Leans in to kiss him on the cheek)
Acha, aaj ka kya plan hai? You know na, mera bahut hi important conference aa raha hai and you have to be there.

Yash (a hint of mischief in his eyes, as he dips his head to kiss her forehead):
Don't worry, maine uss din ke saare meetings cancel kar diye. I gotta go now, bye.
(He gives her one last lingering kiss before heading out, his lips brushing her forehead softly.)

Khushi (watching him leave with a smile):
Sambalke jana. Chalo, mein bhi ready ho jati hoon.
(She begins to prepare for her own busy day, her thoughts racing with anticipation for the conference.)

Vegas – Hotel Suite

Meanwhile, across the country in the glitzy city of Vegas, the atmosphere is different—more charged with the neon lights, the hum of excitement, and the glamour that fills the air. Pari, in front of the mirror, is getting ready for the day ahead. She's impeccable, every strand of her hair perfectly in place. A sensual, intoxicating fragrance lingers in the air as she applies a final touch of lipstick.

But just as she's about to leave, she feels a strong pair of arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her closer.

Vicky (voice low, teasing):
Kya baat hai jaan, aaj toh bahut jyada mahek rahi ho.
(Inhales her scent with a playful, sensual grin)
Kisko impress karne ke liye?

Pari (laughs softly, turning in his arms, her face lighting up with that familiar warmth):
Impress?
(She leans into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.)
Suno Mr. Oh ji, tumhare rehte hue mujhe kon chu sakta hai?
(Kisses him gently, with a teasing smile.)
Kiski aisi shamat aayi hai?