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Riya's Pov
Humming, I entered the room after changing into my night suit, my undivided attention on folding my saree blouse.
"Adit.." My words left unescaped, and my steps halted as soon as I lifted my head and saw my husband sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed.
"Sleepyhead." I murmured, drinking in the sight of my husband sleeping leisurely, without the care of anything, cuddling and snuggling with my cuddle pillow.
My Cuddle Pillow!!
Pillow Thief!!
What will I cuddle now?
Huffing and puffing, I laid down on my side and took out the pillow under my head. Begrudgingly hugging this stupid rectangular pillow, I placed my one leg over it, my eyes solely focussed on my pillow which was locked in certain someone's arms.
From tomorrow I'll hide my pillow at some safe place. Cruel Pillow Thief! Huh!
However, despite my pouting self, a soft serene smile quirked up at the corner of my lips noticing how placid the view is, and how calm his presence itself is.
Though he stole my pillow, still he looks teeny-weeny cute and innocent like this.
I kept gazing at him unblinkingly, thinking how rapidly lives take a turn, and how unexpectedly new chapters and people keep coming into our lives. It amazes me how somebody who was merely no one a few days back is now an integral part of my life.
A woman like me who couldn't even share her bed with someone is now looking forward to sharing a life with him.
Switching off the lights, I shut my eyes reminiscing the day's events until darkness engulfed me in a deep, much-needed slumber.
******
"I'll go to the washroom first!"
"No, I'll go!
"No, I'll go!
"No, I!"
"No, I!" A glaring contest took place amidst us, with my husband trying to give the deadliest glare in my direction as if challenging me to defy him.
Why do we have to start our every morning with a fight?
"Pleaaasee naaa Aditya yaar. You were all chivalrous yesterday, asking me If I want to use the washroom first, and see today you're fighting over this." I scowled in my husband's direction disappointed, holding the towel and other clothes in my hands, impatiently waiting to start my morning routine.
Rolling his eyes, he grumbled, "Yaar I can't get ready in the washroom every morning, wearing shirt and jeans inside, it's difficult, samjha kar!"
"And also, I'm not going to ask you aajau aaju roz roz from inside the washroom." He huffed, as he stood in front of the washroom, halting my way, his cruelsome face marred in sheer annoyance.
"I'll get ready and leave the dressing before you come. Pakka! Please na let me go first." I pouted, giving my most innocent doe-eyed look to him.
"No!" He stood firm at his words.
"Please. I am your wife haina? I had left my home, my city, my family everything for you? Can't you do this for me?" The dramatic wife within me spoke, my eyes innocently fluttering.
He melted in a split second at this, as his expressions soon neutralized, and he confirmed hopefully, "Pakka?"
But before I could answer, he warned narrowing his eyes, "No bluffing I'm telling you."
"Pakka Pakka super pakka!" I confirmed, almost jumping, and tried pushing him aside, just in case he changes his mind.
"My hug first." He demanded maintaining a poker face and stood firm at his position with his arms crossed, though I could crystal clearly see the mischief twinkling in his eyes.
Having no time to get all shy and be blushy-blushy, I admonished shaking my head slowly, "No!"
"Hain! Why?" He peered at me with his innocent-hopeful eyes, with his lips curled up in a pout.
"Because you are a pillow thief as you stole my pillow yesterday night, so No! No hug today." I said curtly.
Taking advantage of his bewildered self, I hardly pushed him from the side and entered the washroom hurriedly, while my husband kept whining yaaaaaar from the outside, making me giggle at his innocent antics.
Paagal!
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Aditya's Pov
"Namastey mumma, namastey papa." Riya wished our parents, as we took blessings from them, along with all the other close relatives inside the dining room.
"Uh, chai?" She asked mom the very next second, as well as looked towards everyone, thoroughly conscious, and lost surrounded by a bunch of unknown people, and their watchful eyes noticing her every move.
Before mom could answer, the house help came, which we had hired due to the wedding, holding the tea tray into the dining room.
"Nahi beta, just sit here araam se, you can work after a few days." Mom told, smiling positively at her.
She looked at me apprehensively, maybe because she was too awkward to sit and not work in the kitchen as a newly-wed bride.
Sparing a glance at her, I blinked my eyes assuringly and motioned her to sit by my side.
"Relax. I am here with you." I whispered tenderly and patted her hand gently as soon as she took a seat beside me, knowing well how bounded and restricted she gets around unknown faces.
Her lips curled up in a much-relaxed smile, and we kept listening and awkwardly smiling to the lame jokes, suggestive remarks, teasing comments, and wedding discussions taking place inside the room.
"Bhabhi bhabhi, come I want to show you something!" Isha gushed as soon as she entered the dining room and held Riya's hand asking her to get up.
My wife again looked at our parents as if seeking permission from them, and I so wanted to slap my forehead at this.
Yaar! What should I do of her!
Though I know, how difficult it might be on her part, not knowing anything about this place and the people here, and simultaneously trying to behave in the best way possible, fulfilling the social norms, and do's and dont's of an ideal daughter-in-law, just to avoid any judgemental whispers or sly remarks from the people around.
It will take time, just some more time.
"Offo bhabhi, nobody is going to stop you from coming with me." Isha rolled her eyes carelessly, and glanced at dad, "Mom Dad, we are in Kunal bhaiya's room, we'll come in ten minutes."
Dad nodded, "Go beta." He said and smiled assuringly at Riya while Isha pulled her out of the room in a split second, with my wife turning her head back just to spare a quick glance at me.
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"Aditya beta, see your massi has posted this photo from your wedding"
Mom came and sat beside me.
"What should I comment?" Mom posed, more like questioned herself thoroughly busy pondering over the prospective comments she could write while looking at her phone screen.
Oh! The most difficult task for my mom is here!
Brainstorming the best comment.
"Show me." I extended my hand towards her, and she handed me the phone, but in this process, the photo got lost in the feed.
I scrolled down her newsfeed, but felt like fainting at the sight of it, "Kya yaar mom, your phone is all about photos and videos of gods and goddesses, cooking videos, psychological quotes, and these old age nuskhes." I heaved a frustrated sigh.
Passing a glare in my direction, she chided, "Stop cribbing over what my newsfeed has, and whatnot. It's a lot better than those nonsensical and illogical things that you children have on your social media accounts."
Her words did shut me up, and quietly I opened Massi's profile to see the picture mom was talking about.
Admiring massi's picture in her pink saree, I put forward, " Umm, comment Gorgeous."
Mom peered at me with her usual bored expression, not at all liking my suggestion, and spoke,
"Naaa, I don't like this word, something else." She looked at Riya who was seated beside me, "Riya beta?" She asked her.
My wife began pondering over the comment options, and voiced cautiously, "Umm pretty? Beautiful? Lovely?"
Not liking the diverse assortment of comments my wife suggested, mom furrowed her eyebrows looking at the phone, "Naaa, not these too, something else. Isha?"
"Mom, comment Alluring!" Isha exclaimed, quite proud of her suggestion.
"Lae it's so difficult, nobody will understand what it means." She spoke dissatisfied and looked at dad.
Though she opened her mouth to speak, but decided otherwise, and voiced instead, "Aap to rehne hi do. You'll tell something alien and illogical."
We all giggled silently at this, while dad shook his head helplessly, glaring discreetly at his wife.
"I know what to comment!" Mom exclaimed suddenly as if decoding a tough software, and took, more like snatched the phone from my hands, and began typing the comment with her index finger letter by letter, with her both hands tightly gripping the phone, as if it would fall just in case she decides to use her single hand only.
"Done." Mom remarked happily, while I peeped into her phone to see what she has commented.
And ladies and gentlemen, she commented the most unusual, extremely unique, and highly unthought comment.
Nice pic.
I facepalmed exasperated and gaped at her, unable to comprehend the logic she uses while asking each one of us for the best comment.
It's her normal routine to make us brainstorm the best comments, and later she would proudly comment this very comment every single time.
Somebody posted a birthday Picture? Nice pic.
Somebody went for an outing? Nice pic.
Somebody posted their child's photo? Nice pic.
Parents and their incomprehensible inclination towards social media!
They might not take us seriously, but they surely take what x relative has posted on which occasion, and with what caption with utmost seriousness.
'Isha....Make a collage of yourself and write something acha sa, I will post it on Facebook on your birthday tomorrow. And han choose some dhang ki pictures, not the ones where you are looking here and there. Everyone puts a post on their child's birthday. I would also post.'
'Kunal how should I change my profile picture? Also this background picture too? I am trying but it's not getting uploaded in full and is getting cropped, I want to show my full picture.'
'Aditya For God Sake, change your WhatsApp dp, it's the same from the past two months! And please smile a little in photographs, what is this serious-looking dp's always.'
'Hmmm....82 people have seen my status today, and see 10 replied as well, Dekha they all liked the quote I shared as a status. I knew it already that this quote is beautiful.'
'I am telling the three of you, don't post that family picture of ours which we clicked at the wedding yesterday. Mera suit purana ho jayega as everyone will see it, and I've to attend three-four more functions with this suit only.'
"Wow, mom! Such a thoughtful comment." Isha remarked smiling sarcastically at her which my mother dearest ignored royally, but not before passing her infamous glare in my sister's direction.
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Riya's Pov
It was afternoon now, and we were sent to the room to take some rest. With all the arrangements, and physical and mental exhaustion taking place for the past one month, the only thing I want for now is a full day's sleep.
No disturbances, No relatives, No work, No communication, Just sleep, peaceful, deep, and uninterrupted sleep!
"Chal oye, let's arrange your stuff in the wardrobe." Aditya entered, and bolted the door, flexing his neck on the way.
Yaaar. Main ni.
"Nooo, I am tired now." I pouted irritated thinking of the humongous load of work still pending and laid on the bed wearily, my eyes closed, waiting for nothing but sleep.
"You are tired as well, leave it, we'll do tomorrow, come let's sleep." I murmured, half-opening my eyes, and looked at him expectantly, while he came, and sat just beside me at the little space on my side of the bed.
Caressing my forehead gently, he voiced,
"As much as the offer seems tempting missus, I am not going to let you call me every other minute when I'm in the washroom, with you asking me, Aditya where was my blue bag? Aditya my handbag? Aditya, I kept my red lipstick here, where is it? Aditya my comb? Aditya ye Aditya vo. So stop being lazy, and come get up." He got up instantly and held my hand, trying to pull me up.
"Stubborn-head," I muttered groaning in annoyance and rose on my place.
Huffing and puffing, I murmured begrudgingly, "Chalo."
Saying I forced myself to walk, more like push myself to the dressing room, my pace as of a snail, taking each step at such slow speed as if I will have to pay tax for each move I make.
Shaking his head amusedly, he walked behind me, pushing the carton which was kept under his office table into the dressing room.
I opened the cupboard to chuck out the stuff that I have randomly placed there for the time being, and settled myself on the floor, followed by Aditya as we began segregating the clothes, accessories, jewelry, etc.
"God!" I groaned looking at the piles of stuff we have created in the past one hour, in this little space.
"Chal now get up, you settle the things inside, and I'll hand them to you." Aditya said, standing up, and extended his hand for me to hold.
Doesn't he get tired?
Pouting, I took the support of his hand and got up. I looked inside the almirah and mentally began to create a strategy on how to fit in all my stuff at my side of the cupboard.
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After arranging most of the things within the almirah, I questioned, eyeing at my jewelry, "Umm, where should I keep these? Is there any drawer with a lock?"
"Yeah it's on my side, you can keep it there." He suggested and opened his side of the cupboard, and handed me the keys.
"Oii! See how messed up and unorganized your side is." I giggled, and pointed towards mine, "See mine, so neat, and nicely organized." I wiggled my eyebrows playfully at my husband, looking at the mess he had created inside.
He gazed at me with an are-you-serious look, probably not digesting my boastful remark.
"Koi na koi na, Don't feel sad about it. I'll teach you the importance of organizing, and then you will also learn the art of arranging things just like your wife." I patted his arms sympathetically, while he gaped at me unbelievingly, his mouth opening and closing uncountable times.
Blowing a helpless sigh, he remarked peering at me jaded, as if he was so done with me, "Tu pagal hai. Do you know that?"
Offended, I retorted immediately "You paagal!" While he kept rubbing his face exhaustedly, along with simultaneously shaking his head.
Is he regretting marrying me?
Hawww.
"Koi na, we'll see the condition of your side after a week, till then let's keep this argument on hold." He voiced finally.
Ha! He had nothing else to say in his defense! He cannot win from me!
"Hmm Hmm we'll see." Passing an arrogant smirk in his direction which he chose to ignore, I kept my jewelry in his drawer and locked it.
"Clothes, accessories, jewelry, functional dresses, handkerchief, belts," I murmured gazing at my neat and tidy settled side of the almirah.
"Anything left?" I turned towards him and looked at him questionably.
"Yeah this small red bag of yours." Aditya informed, pointing at the red bag on the dressing table, and I stuck my tongue out realizing that it has my inner wears, sanitary napkins, a few polythenes, and some old newspapers.
"Uh, Aditya you can go now, I'll do the rest." I insinuated, suddenly awkward.
"No No, let me just unpack it, then you can arrange it." Aditya said unaware, extending his hand to take hold of the bag.
"Yaar no na, Uh it's my personal stuff, I'll do it." I voiced awkwardly, halting his movement.
He opened his mouth to argue but shut it instantly as soon as he realized the underlying meaning of my words.
Warmth crept his neck, and he peered at me constipated, "Uh yeah, I'll just go outside, call me if you need anything." He said, scratching his neck embarrassed, and sauntered towards the bedroom.
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"Pheww." I heaved a sigh of relief, as soon as I exited the dressing, while Aditya stood near his office table, talking with someone over his phone.
"Ah yeah, Mr. Arora, You can send me the details, but I won't be able to start on this for the next 5 days. Though we can discuss the details tomorrow."
"Okay, Have a good day."
Saying he disconnected the phone, and turned towards me, his back supported by the table.
"Work?" I asked.
"Yeah." He answered.
"You won't go office for the next five days?" I posed again.
"Mhm" He shook his head, "Chod ise. Let's not talk about work." He said nonchalantly, as he kept his mobile phone on the table, and gazed at me, his drained expressions transforming into playful ones.
"Do you know...." He started, his eyes gleaming notoriously, "Your husband is hug deprived since yesterday morning." He looked at me innocently, a naughty grin on his face.
I gaped at the fact that how audacious he has become since yesterday, asking for a hug each time I'm in his vicinity.
"You coming? Or shall I pull you towards me?" He whispered halting my thoughts, while my shy self refused to give any coherent reply.
"You won't forget it na." I voiced hushedly, peering at him, suddenly too shy again.
Why the hell do I get so blushy-blushy with him, whenever he talks like this?
"You won't come on your own haina?" He narrowed his eyes at me, as I stood at my place unmoved.
Before I could form a coherent answer, he held me by my waist and pulled me to him in a jerk.
An inaudible gasp escaped my lips at his unexpected move, making my eyes widen, and my lips part in shock. Not wavering off his intense, piercing gaze with me he held both my hands in his and locked my arms around his waist, while he wrapped his hands firmly around me, his back still supported by the office table.
Unable to handle his burning gaze, I hid my face in his chest blushfully, my face tucked under his chin, relishing his tranquilizing presence, and soothing touch on me.
"Next time, I am not going to ask you for my hug, I'll straightaway come and lock you in my arms." He whispered huskily, while I pressed my face more into his chest, too red to even look at him.
We kept embracing each other for God knows how long, the weariness and exhaustion washing away from our insides merely with the warmth this feeling was bestowing us with.
I upped my eyes, and glanced at him, with my chin still resting on his chest. He looked down at me the exact second, his unmatchable dimpled smile on display, and his face radiating nothing but happiness.
He placed a lingering kiss on my forehead and spoke, "You didn't apply your eyeliner today haina." He finished, peering closely at my eyes.
"It's not eyeliner." I giggled cheerfully.
"Huh?" He asked perplexed, his arms still wrapped protectively around me.
"It's black-black!!" I broke into a fit of giggles heartily.
"For you and me, it's black-black only. Our thing!!" I hushed, excitedly, while he laughed merrily at my dufus antics, and bumped his head playfully with mine.
I, being the dramatic one, faked my annoyance with a little pout, while he bumped his head against mine again just to tease me.
This deepened my pout more aggressively, and he kept chuckling silently at my dramatic self.
Sobering up, he palmed my head from behind, stroking it fondly, thus indicating me to embrace him again.
Hugging him, unknowingly I placed a feathery kiss over his t-shirt, right where his heart is, while my husband kept placing butterfly kisses every now and then, with his gentle soothing caresses on my hair.
Oh, how beautiful this feeling is.
He says It feels home.
And It surely does. Intimate, Warm, and Inviting.
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"So bhaiya bhabhi where are you going for your honeymoon?" Pooja, Aditya's cousin sister asked, as we sat at the dining table for the dinner.
I kept mum, as this was the topic which we haven't discussed yet, so I left it upon Aditya to answer everyone.
"Han han, btao btao, where are you going, you both must have planned something" Another cousin spoke wiggling his eyebrows expectantly.
The same question was repeated by all the guests present inside, each one of them curiously asking about the date, making guesses regarding the prospective location, providing suggestions, and whatnot.
Discreetly, I took notice of my husband becoming awkward and stiff as a result of these questions, his usual calm, and carefree demeanor suddenly filled with anxiety. With a few tight-lipped smiles and some made-up reasons here and there, he kept on making futile attempts to divert the subject of discussion.
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It was night already, and I entered our room to find Aditya sitting on the bed, already changed into his t-shirt and shorts, his eyes closed lightly. But despite his eyes shut, those frowns on his forehead could be seen clearly, as if he was internally debating about something.
Sighing inaudibly, I walked to the washroom to change into my nightsuit, so that we could freely discuss the reason for his lost-anxious self and the anonymous thing he has been stressing about since the evening.
"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" I posed, as soon as I settled myself on the bed, sitting just next to him, a little space amidst us.
He opened his eyes, and smiled faintly, "Nothing is bothering me, just tired." He reasoned, at least tried.
Taking a deep breath, I spoke, "Aditya I'm not a mind reader, but I can crystal clearly read your face, you seem occupied and disturbed since evening? What is the issue?" I asked concerned, and whispered assuringly "We can sort it together."
"Arey, why are you worrying, sacchi there's nothing." He sat up swiftly with his legs crossed, sounding too confident.
Annoyed at his bad acting, I blackmailed, "If it is related to your work or something, then take your time, and tell me whenever you feel comfortable. But if it is about us then you have to tell me the issue that has been bugging you since evening, right now, right here." I declared and paused for a second to decipher his reaction, which seemed unfazed.
"And if you don't, don't expect from me to confide you whenever I'm stressed or something. I'll keep my problems with myself, fight with them myself, but I'll not tell you" I warned, scowling in his direction.
An amused smile hinted at the corner of his lips, and he murmured helplessly, "Blackmailer."
"When you have a husband who's too stubborn to listen to his wife, then unfortunately blackmailing is the only option left." I narrowed my eyes at him, my lips quirking up at their own accord.
Shaking his head defeated, he started as he took hold of my hands, absent-mindedly playing with my fingers
"What if we don't go on honeymoon?" He peered at me cautiously.
"Yea.." Before I could finish, he started voicing out his concern, his tone disturbed and helpless,
"I really want to take you out somewhere, for a few days Riya. But," A deep sigh escaped his throat and continued
"But, like, honestly, all my savings, you know, whatever I had managed to save during my corporate life, as well as freelancing has been spent on our wedding. Since the major contribution was from our shop's income, I wanted to contribute as much as I could in the wedding expenses." He looked at me disoriented, and I waited for him to continue,
"And now I just have a few thousand in the bank account, and it feels like starting from scratch. It's just been six months that I am able to save a little from my freelancing, after settling all the electricity expenses, rent, contribution to the house, etc, and now this..." He trailed off, and heaved a frustrated sigh, his voice too glum, the usual light in his eyes lost.
"I never really gave a sincere thought to all this before today, but now when everyone was asking, I don't know, it just got too awkward and difficult, as in what will they think that I can't even take you out somewhere l? Like I am so incapable for all this, and I'm so unconcerned and financially unstable? And what will you feel that I am not even able to fulfill a simple.."
"Where's the rulebook?" I didn't let him complete the sentence and interjected his blabber in the middle.
This husband of mine is in need of some serious scolding.
"Huh?" He asked perturbed, his brows knitted.
"Yeah, because in this imaginary marriage rulebook of yours, going on a honeymoon that too within the first month of marriage is a rule that every married couple needs to follow, and if they don't, they would have to face some severe consequences, especially the husband being tagged as incapable, irresponsible, and unconcerned about his wife, isn't it?" I spoke in one breath, sarcasm dripping in my tone, my gaze pinning him.
"Oh and yeah, not going on a honeymoon can also make his wife doubt him about his capabilities. Isn't it?" I added, my tone edgy and my eyes fixated on his face.
He turned his head away scowling, dodging my match.
"Stop being sarcastic." He grumbled, agitated by my words.
"Then stop bothering about this illogical, irrelevant, unreasonably pressuring thing." I retorted immediately.
He tilted his head towards me, his eyes focussed on my hands which were in his, "I could have taken you out, like Dad would have financed for now and we could have returned the money later..." He started babbling again, his mind still stuck there.
Hadd hai!
"Yaar phir vahi baat. I don't want to go anywhere." I declared firmly, "Sachhi." I whispered, looking at him convincingly.
"But I genuinely want to take you out somewhere. Just us and no one.". He whisper sighed, his tone frustrated.
Palming my hand over his, I whispered gently, hating the sullen look on his face, "Look at me." He raised his head to look at me the exact second, waiting for me to speak ahead.
"We want a lot of things in life Aditya, but it's not important na that we get everything we want and desire whenever we want to. Isn't it?" I looked at him questionably, and he bobbed his head a little agreeing with my words,
"I am not saying we'll not go anywhere, We'll go for sure, but when time permits, situation permits, and most importantly our pockets permits." Taking a deep breath I continued, maintaining firm eye contact with him,
"Honestly, I just want your time for now, and going on a honeymoon is not the only solution for this. It's is not my priority for now, and it will ever be. My priority, for now, is us, and just us, nothing else." I stated firmly, softly caressing the back of his palm.
"Yes, people have generalized going on this honeymoon thing within a month itself, at some exotic location, in fancy clothing, with diverse food options, and everything, but we aren't going anywhere just to fulfill these nonsensical generalizations that people have put upon and formed without a genuine thought, and vaise bhi they aren't going to pay for our expenses, we are. Haina? These people will come, say and go, but we have to look for us and our expenses." Softly sighing, I continued looking at him,
"So we aren't going to let society define the rules for our relationship by any means. This marriage is between us, and we will be the only ones building rules for ourselves. We are going to make them, and we'll break them if needed, but it will be solely our decision and no one else. Haina?" I finished and noticed a teensy-weensy change in his features, but still, he kept mum maybe processing everything I said.
"Now you want anymore lecture Mr. Husband?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, "Because Madam Riya is always ready to teach and give a lecture to her students, especially to students like you!" I jested, smiling playfully at him, which he reciprocated with his captivating dimpled smile.
"You sure na? You aren't saying this for the sake of me?" He confirmed, looking hopefully at me.
Nodding my head in assurance, I voiced,
"I just want your time Aditya, give me your maximum possible time in a day, where we could talk and joke, laugh and confide, tease and hug, where you would let me know you, and I'll let you know me." I extended,
"And thiss....this doesn't demand a honeymoon or some alone time, it only demands a little time, consistent efforts, and a patient heart. I know it isn't easy, but it isn't difficult too. Give me this, and I'll be the happiest woman." I confessed, smiling at him.
"And vaise bhi, before exploring some other place, let's explore our city. Take me on this random gedi in the streets of Delhi, make me eat golgappes and pav bhaji to my heart's content which I missed eating at our wedding, take me to some tourist places, and have some random walks with me in the park, let me shop those teeny-weeny cute things, just make me fall in love with the beauty of this city." I voiced out my heart's wish, while his admirable gaze looked back at me, his serene smile beguiling me.
"I don't know about you, but ever since you have come in my life, I am the happiest man alive. Thank you" He conceded fondly, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on the back of my palm, making me go all blushy-blushy again.
Chuckling at my scarlet self, he jeered playfully, "Chal blushing beauty, let's sleep now, otherwise, you'll keep sitting and blushing here."
Giggling I moved back to my place, hugging my cuddle pillow, while this pillow-thief beside me stared amusedly at me.
"Goodnight." He whispered, still glancing at me.
"Good night." My tired-exhausted self replied, and despite him still watching me, I closed my eyes and let darkness engulf me in a much-needed peaceful slumber.
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