Runaway Bride – The Lost & Found Love - Chapter 3

 

Chapter 3: The New Life

The desert wind of Rajasthan carried with it a dry, dusty fragrance—so different from the salty sea breeze of Mumbai. For Aditi, every sunrise here was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. The chaos of the city was gone. Here, in the small town of Pushkar, life moved slowly, in earthy shades of brown and gold.

The small house she rented was modest—whitewashed walls, a clay pot for water, a cot by the window. At night, the ceiling fan creaked softly, and sometimes, the cries of camels echoed faintly from afar.

It was nothing like the marble-and-glass mansion she once lived in… yet it was hers.

Her Work

Aditi had found a job in a small handicrafts company that exported hand-embroidered dupattas and pottery. She wasn’t skilled at business, but her gentle nature made her well-liked. The workers adored her simplicity, and the manager trusted her with clerical tasks.

Every morning, she wore plain cotton suits and walked to the office, her anklets tinkling on the narrow lanes. People in the town only knew her as “Aditi ji, the new girl from Mumbai.” No one knew she was the runaway wife of India’s most powerful businessman.

But at night… her façade cracked.

The Lonely Nights

Her small diary was filled with tear stains.
She wrote often:
“I wonder what Aditya is doing now… Is he angry? Or has he already forgotten me? Maybe he’s relieved I left. Maybe I was too childish for him after all.”

She hugged the pillow tightly, whispering into the darkness:
“I miss you… but I can’t go back. Not yet. Not until you understand I need to breathe freely, Aditya.”

She remembered his touch, his stern gaze that often melted into softness when he thought she wasn’t looking, the way he shielded her even from shadows.

But then the memory of their last argument stabbed her heart again. His words—“You are a child”—echoed like a wound that refused to heal.

Her Growth

In one year, Aditi learned things she never imagined.

  • She haggled with vegetable vendors.

  • She managed her rent with her small salary.

  • She traveled alone on buses, often clutching her purse tightly, scared but determined.

  • She even learned to make her own tea—though it never tasted as good as the one Aditya used to make when secretly watching her sulk.

Every little achievement made her proud… but deep inside, she remained that same innocent girl who once decorated their mansion with fairy lights just to surprise him.

The Conflict in Her Heart

Sometimes, she saw couples walking in the marketplace, holding hands, laughing together. Her throat tightened.

“He must be working late right now… he probably hasn’t even noticed I’m gone…” she thought bitterly. But her heart whispered something else: “He must be looking for you. He must be angry and worried at the same time. Because that’s how he loves you.”

Her heart was a battlefield—between her pride and her longing.

The Twist of Fate

One ordinary afternoon, as Aditi sorted files at her desk in the handicrafts company, the manager came in excitedly.

Manager: “Aditi ji! Do you know? A big businessman from Mumbai has shown interest in our crafts. He wants to visit us himself and sign a contract. Imagine! This could change the future of our company!”

Aditi smiled politely, unaware that fate was already tightening the strings of her life again.

That very night, she wrote in her diary:
“Whoever this businessman is, I hope he is not as strict as Aditya…”

If only she knew.

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