Do follow me buddies Ruhani_Gupta so that you don't miss out on any important announcement.
Also Please do Vote (The Star Iconâ) and Comment. It motivates your author to write more.
Not-so-teeny-weeny romancy-womancy update!
Chapter dedicated to missperfectlyfine_13â¤
Happy Reading!â¤ï¸
**********
Riya's Pov
"Riya..." I was descending the stairs, randomly scrolling LinkedIn in search of some job opportunities, I heard mumma's voice.
"Hanji?" I asked, as I momentarily look up at her.
"Beta your papa is calling you inside." She said, picking up the empty tea cups from the table.
"Hanji." Nodding my head, I pocketed my phone and ambled towards their room.
However, my mind was busy guessing all the possible reasons papa has called me for. Especially, uselessly fearing anything wrong that I might/might not have done.
"Papa, you called me?" The sight of my troubled father-in-law came into the line of my vision as soon as I reached the room.
"Han beta, come here." He spoke, slightly confused, "See what this is showing. There is some virus in my phone I guess " He mumbled, as he frowned extending the device in my direction.
"Dikhao." He handed me the phone as I sat on the bed in search of the virus he's talking about.
"I wanted to listen to that new bhajan but this box is flashing every time I open youtube." He took his phone again in his hands as he showed me the subject matter of his trouble.
"Ohho papa, it's not a virus. It's just an advertisement of antivirus application." I assured, trying to peek into the phone which was now in his hands.
"No no, it's a virus." He articulated with conviction,
"See they are saying that my phone has detected a virus and this application which they are telling needs to be installed " He explained,
"It has virus, now all my photos and videos will get deleted?" His eyes held fear as he momentarily gave his phone to me to show the popped up notification on the youtube screen. Though in a fleeting second he grabbed the phone back into his hands.
Typical parent trait 1: They would not leave their phone for a second but want us to settle the issues they are facing without us touching their phones slightly.
"Aur haan, if I install this thing they are showing, then iske paise to ni padenge na." He added, passing a hopeful glance, the terror of extra monetary charges apparent on his face.
Typical Parent trait 2: Irrespective of the fact that they have any mobile banking application or not in their phones, they will always fear any extra monetary charges or money laundering whenever they witness any alien thing on their device.
Shaking my head, I assured, "Arey nahi papa, your photos and videos will not get deleted and haan, there is no virus in your phone and no you'll not have to pay anything for it. Your money is safe."
"Acha so what should I do of this?" He extended his phone a little towards my side, still not leaving his tight grip on the phone.
"Bas tap on this cross." I instructed and tried to hold his phone to tap on the cross sign.
"Nahi nahi mujhe bata, I'll do it." He took his phone again to his side, with a concentrated glance fixated on the phone,
"This one haina?" He confirmed pointing towards the cross, again extending the phone in my direction.
"Hanji." I resisted the urge to laugh at our catchy-catch game.
"Pakka na? Kardu? Nothing will happen haina." He asked again, still not convinced.
"Kardo kardo, pakka nothing will happen." I pressed my lips to suppress my smile watching his troubled expressions.
"Nahi rehnede de beta.." He shook his head, still not convinced, "Virus aagya fir." He frowned.
Sighing deeply, I said, "Nothing will happen, pakka. My guarantee."
"Okay." He mumbled half-heartedly.
He sighed deeply after tapping on the cross sign with much difficulty, and extended the phone towards me again,
"Dekha nothing happened."
"Haaan..." He smiled in relief before adding,
"Aur haan, my phone is very slow from so many days. What should I do?" He looked at me questionably,
"Kunal used to do something on the phone and it would get fast immediately. You know how to do it?" He passed me a hopeful glance, and I smiled inwardly at his question.
"Hanji, the cache needs to be deleted, do kardu." I tried my luck again to take hold of his phone in order to delete the cache.
He backed his phone again in an instant, "Nahi nahi, I'll do it." He declared firmly and added,
"Chal beta teach me how you all do this, because your husband, Isha and Kunal never tell me what they do to speed up the phone." He grumbled in offence,
"You are the mature one na, chal tell what I've to open first." He kind of cajoled me, opening random apps in search of the cache option.
Please no papa.
Please. I can't do this.
I still remember the day I taught Paa how to delete cache from his phone and till now he keeps on deleting cache every other hour in a hope of a high-speed phone, zero interferences, and smooth functioning despite me convincing him that the cache need not be deleted so frequently.
But these fathers won't listen. Do they?
And yes, I guess this is why papa that your other children don't want to teach you how to delete the cache. They have a fair idea of the reality.
"Ji." I mumbled, having no say and no heart for refusing him.
In the next two seconds, I braced myself for teaching him this phone-saving task and repeating and re-repeating the steps until he learns all the steps by heart.
And don't you dare assume, they will learn all the steps in one go. It has a long long way to go.
********
"Hey beautiful." My husband's feathery whisper fell into my ears before he placed a discrete kiss on my cheek.
Rotis. Time please! Because this third wheel husband of mine will not make me roll you.
"Hey handsome." Craning my neck to the side, I whispered softly, smiling at him while he grinned brightly at my response.
Snaking his arms around my waist, he leisurely placed his chin on my shoulder.
"Water?" I asked, pressing a kiss on the side of his head.
"Mhm." He shook his head tightening his hold on me,
"I am okay like this." A relaxed sigh escaped his throat.
"Somebody will come yaar." I nudged him lightly, my eyes wandering towards the entry of the kitchen.
Nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck, he murmured, "Nobody will come."
"How can you be so sure." I managed to utter as his breath teasingly traced the side of my neck.
"I've already threatened Isha and Kunal to never come into the kitchen when we both are here. And you know, mom dad won't come." He peered at me, a lazy smile adorning his lips.
"Impossible." I muttered in disbelief, letting him do all the huggy thingy.
After sneaking out a few minutes for our huggy-muggy session, I finally said, "Chalo go now and change. Let me make rotis now."
He hummed after a few seconds and drew in a deep breath, "My black t-shirt is dried up na?" He asked as he loosened his grip on me.
Ohh that.
Switching off the gas stove, I turned around only to cackle in front of him.
"What?" His eyebrows furrowed at my hushed giggles, while I kept standing there slightly inclined towards the kitchen countertop with crossed legs, figuring out his reaction after what I am going to tell him next.
"See there." Suppressing my smile, I pointed towards the kitchen countertop, right beside the basin.
As soon as his eyes followed where I was pointing to, his eyes popped open and his mouth went agape.
He's going to faint anytime soon.
"What the!" He gaped at his front-half of the t-shirt proudly lying at the place it rightfully belongs to, and at the position it deserves.
"Pocha!" He managed to utter in his croaked voice, with his eyes fixated on his ex t-shirt now promoted to a kitchen-countertop cleaner.
He spun on his position in an instant only to direct a pissed-off glare at me,
"Uh, mumma told me to do so." I shrugged in my defence, internally challenging him to go and glare at his mom.
Thank you mumma, for giving me the motivation to perform this much -needed emergency task.
"That was my favourite t-shirt!" He groaned helplessly, raking his hands haphazardly in his hair.
Rolling my eyes at his words, I replied, "Yeah a six-year-old t-shirt with around six hundred little holes in it."
"Stop exaggerating." He grimaced and neared his ex t-shirt, peering it with a longing gaze and I guess I witnessed a teensy-weensy quiver on his lips.
I know, I know, Goodbyes are difficult.
Angling his neck towards me, he drew a deep breath and asked sulkily, "Where's the other half?"
Biting back my smile, I clasped both my hands behind my back and voiced innocently, "That day you were asking for a piece of cloth na, to clean your shoes." His throaty gasp interrupted even before I could complete the sentence.
"You, you used my t-shirt for cleaning my shoes." He almost screeched, and I blinked my eyes positively with utmost innocence.
"I asked mumma for a spare cloth and she asked me to use your t-shirt." I defended myself again, and he looked at me incredulously
"My favourite t-shirt." He pressed his lips in a thin line and shot a threatening glare in my direction.
His threatening glare soon transformed into a challenging one as he took a step closer to me until his body almost touched mine.
My breath hitched and I gulped in nervousness when he caged me between the countertop and him, his forearms touching dangerously close to the side of my hips.
"You, Mrs. Kansal are going to pay for it." He spoke each word slowly, his piercing gaze never leaving mine for a second.
"That too tonight." His gaze was intense, his proximity intoxicating and that smirk residing on the corner of his lips was enough to make my heart pitter-patter in anticipation.
His intent gaze lingered over me for a few more seconds, and he distanced himself from me, grinning devilishly.
"Breathe." At his hoarse whisper, I exhaled rather loudly, not realising that I've been holding my breath for the past few seconds.
Amused by my hazed self, he pressed a lingering kiss on my jaw, and exited the kitchen, humming nonchalantly as if he hasn't just given me a mini heart attack with his eeny-meeny pittery-pattery kiss.
What the hell I've gotten myself into?
**********
Dinner was done and now I was heading towards our room with nervous steps, courtesy of my husband's sinful warning almost two hours ago.
"Oh god!" My mouth hung open and my eyes popped at the sight of my half-nakey husband arranging his stuff on the office table as soon as I opened the room door.
At my loud gasp, he angled his neck towards me in a flash with a knowing smile plastered on his face and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Gulping nervously, my eyes absentmindedly wandered to his upper body which was currently nakey-nakey, devoid of any clothes. Though, I thanked my stars that his lower body was covered with his night shorts.
Oh, and just in case you are imagining the infamous cliche scenario, then let me tell you,
No! He does not have broad shoulders, toned muscles, a smooth-sexy torso and some strong pecs.
Oh please no! Not all men are lucky enough to have an almost flawless chest without a strand of hair. And yeah, not all men have the guts to wax or shave their torso to make it softy-soft and smooth-smooth.
Puh-lease, if you are imagining that his shorts will be hung dangerously low to his waist, then sorry to burst your bubble but he was wearing his shorts pretty decently.
Ah, for God's sake, my eyes could not track any water droplets trailing sensually on his skin, slowly moving through his v-line and finally disappearing in his uh, that.
And even if there were any droplets, then sincere apologies, because my poor eyes cannot keep track of that single droplet seductively trailing southwards on his body.
Please No!
Strictly No!
Instead, my husband proudly carries an average body built, with zero pecs, and non-muscular, non-broad shoulders.
Moreover, contrary to the infamously-assumed, illogically-believed, blindly-swooned and fictionally-opinionated assumption of a toned male chest, my husband is the carrier of a fair amount of hair on his chest.
Stop swooning over toned bodies. Please.
Nevertheless, nothing could stop my heart to thump madly, and the goosebumps erupting on my skin every time my gaze fell on his nakey-nakey upper body topped up with a naughty smile and playful glint.
"Where's y-your t-shirt." I squeaked, fiddling with my ring finger and internally chiding my eyes to not gawk at him shamelessly.
Later woman, later.
Leaning sideways on the office table, he effortlessly crossed his arms around his chest, and pointed towards the far corner of the room, right where his shoes lied and spoke, smiling innocently,
"It's a pocha now, remember? That too constructively used for two important tasks."
Astonished, I gasped at his response, "You have other t-shirts too!"
"Hmm..."He drawled, "But that black one was my favourite." He tsked dramatically.
My teeth sunk into my lips for what trouble I've gotten myself into, as I internally chided myself for the stunt I pulled.
I sauntering to the direction of the dressing room, still maintaining a decent distance amidst us when I crossed him.
"Uh, wear this one." I wetted my lips and took out the black t-shirt he wears to the office,
"See, it's also black." I exclaimed without awaiting his reply, raising his t-shirt in the air with a sickly constipated smile plastered on my lips.
My mini-hulk failed to suppress the amused smile spreading on his lips, as he shook his head slowly,
"Nah. That's for office, so why should I ruin it by wearing it regularly at night." My mouth parted in disbelief.
"No no it's okay, you wear that for the night. I'll buy you a new black t-shirt. In fact two!" I lured him, silently hoping for him to agree.
"Nah. I only want that t-shirt. But it's not possible now, haina?" His features swirled with dramatic innocence, with that stupid little smile tugged up at his lips.
Before I could think anything coherent in response, he royally trod towards the bed and plopped himself on his side.
"I'll sleep this way today." He announced, flexing his arms leisurely, with his challenging gaze fixated on me and all my attempts proved futile to peel off my shameless gaze from his body.
"And you better wear that red shorts tonight." He declared,
"It looked beautiful on you the last time you wore it." He mumbled placing his left arm over his eyes, and that naughty little smile playing on his lips.
My mouth parted in shock and blinking once, twice and thrice to digest this newfound piece of information, I scurried towards the washroom in an instant, suddenly giddy and anxious.
*********
"Phew!" Sighing in relief at the sleeping form of my husband, I tip-toed towards my side of the bed and lay down quietly with my back facing him.
Ha! Take that Mr. Nakey Nakey!
I closed my eyes to initiate my overthinking dose of the night, starting from the repeat telecast of what happened all day, and proceeding to all the positive and negative happenings, and then concluding to an hour-long session of introspection to chuck out any stupid thoughts conquering my mind.
However, a loud gasp rumbled my throat when I was pushed backwards in a split second, my husband's nakey-nakey upper body touching my clothy-cloth one.
Will I survive this nakey torture tonight?
"You think you can run away from me?" His husky whisper invited an army of goosebumps on my skin as he softly interlaced his slender fingers with my teeny-meeny ones.
My eyes remained shut in response as I pretended to sleep, royally ignoring the fluttery sensations on my skin caused by his chin placed on my shoulder.
But the wiggly-woggly feelings bubbling within me with the intense proximity we were currently sharing made it immensely difficult for me to act like a pro in this acting department.
"When people are asleep, they do not stop their breaths altogether, they breathe evenly." I could crystal clear sense the amusement dripping from his tone.
I am telling you he is enjoying this way too much.
"When I am asleep, then I am a sleep-talker and a breath-breaker too." I mumbled in defence, and smirked internally, suddenly proud of my rationale.
Soft chuckles reverberated in my ears as he planted a gentle kiss on my cheeks while his thumb kept caressing the back of my palm.
Unfazed by the logic I just presented, he held me by my waist and turned me around in a split second while my buffonish self miserably failed to process what just happened as I kept gawking at him like a dufus with eyes popped, mouth parted, breaths paused.
Sir, please stop giving me these mini-heart attacks.
My eyes were still shut as I breathed heavily, when he stroked my cheeks gingerly and wounded his arm behind my back in a firm grip.
"Uncomfortable?" Brushing off a loose wisp of hair from the side of my face, he whispered.
"I can never be. It just feels new." I opened my eyes to look at him.
He hummed in response, his eyes never leaving mine for a second.
"Your legs are not over me yet." He reminded, pressing his lips to stifle the teasing smile threatening to spill.
I internally shook my head at my helpless state, witnessing him thoroughly enjoying my flushed self.
Nonetheless, it took me a fleeting second to thump my legs over him with our intent gazes battling with one another.
My breathing rugged in anticipation, as my eyes closed and lips parted in quiet pleasure when his palm gently caressed the back of my legs with his hands momentarily trailing upwards.
"You still haven't hugged me back." His throaty voice brought me back to my senses as he pointed towards my arms which were still rooted at the side of my body.
"Stop teasing me." I murmured witnessing the playful smile tugged up at the corner of his lips.
Speechless obedience has never been my cup of tea, but at his words my arms automatically found their place on his shoulders, my fingers firmly gripping him as he pulled me closer to him in a way that no gush of air could pass through us.
The exhaustion of the day felt washing away as we kept laying there, silently embracing the peace and warmth the other person was offering.
After a few tender kisses on my forehead, he backed a little, only to peer at me with raw passion.
Caressing the side of my face with the pad of his thumb, he smiled at me lazily, our faces almost touching.
My hands rushed to clutch his bare shoulder as soon his lips contacted my jawline, peppering soft little kisses at the edge of my face.
"Aditya.." A rasp whisper escaped my throat, and I felt lost relishing the feel of his lips on my jawline.
My fingers threaded in his hair on their own accord as his soft breaths traced the side of my neck, while his palms shamelessly roamed on my back, occasionally shifting to my bare thigh, groping them teasingly.
He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck to plant a sloppy kiss at the side of my nape and much to my pleasure I obliged heartily, loving these newfound sensations his lips were allowing my skin to feel.
Angling my neck to the side, I stroked his bare shoulder with sheer passion, giving him all the access in the world to assault my neck with his dewy kisses in the same way his lips treated my jawline.
The sensuous kisses he smothered on the nape of my neck couldn't make me stifle the moans reverberating my throat, as only his name slipped out of my tongue with each kiss he pressed, his each caress on my exposed thigh and his each nuzzle into my neck.
Breathing heavily, he paused to look at me and his hooded gaze swept over my features as soon as our eyes met.
Gazillion alien sensations spluttered in my cores, noticing his clouded, contemplative gaze flickering to my lips time and again.
Brushing his nape softly with the pad of my thumb, I bit the edge of my lips in anticipation and my eyes closed on their own accord sensing his face come closer to mine.
**********
Aditya's Pov
Before I could press my lips on hers, an alien sound interrupted us.
No, it wasn't her funky fart.
And No, it wasn't Isha or Kunal.
Also No, it wasn't any of ours phones ringing.
This time, it was,
Her hiccups.
Yes. Hiccups!
Groaning, I shut my eyes in frustration as she hiccuped continuously, and I couldn't decipher I should cry or laugh at our state.
Amused by this woman of mine, I hid my face in the crook of her neck, chuckling softly at the hiccuping spree going on.
"G.." Hiccup "G-et" Hiccup "Off m-e" Hiccup. My wife used all her power to push me away, "You are.." Hiccup "You are S-so" Hiccup "Heavy." She complained.
Still chuckling at my bad luck, I detangled myself from her and switched on the lights. She followed the same, sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes hazed, partially embarrassed, partially frustrated and partially flushed.
"Le." I handed her the water bottle kept on the side table, while she kept huffing and puffing at her non-stop hiccups.
Almost five minutes passed by, but her hiccups were still not ready to stop, as she pouted innocently looking at me, signalling her frustration regarding the same.
**********
Riya's Pov
"You stole five rupees from my wallet." My heart sank immediately as soon as the words left Aditya's mouth.
"I didn't." I countered shortly, unexpectedly stunned by his bizarre statement.
"You did." He said, watching me with utmost seriousness.
"I would never do that to you. I won't ever take a single penny without asking or informing you." I swallowed a ball of nerves at what nonsense he was blabbering.
My face morphed into perplexion as he flashed a delighted smile in return, while I failed to fathom the reason behind his happiness.
"Hiccups gone!" He gave a toothy smile, raising his brows proudly.
"Huh?" Bewildered, I looked at him questionably.
He shook his head at my question, and explained, "Arey, when hiccups don't stop, just say something out of the blue and the hiccups of the other person will stop because the attention will be diverted from the hiccups to that topic." He shrugged casually before adding,
"But han, don't say anything major, because it might not turn out well. Whatever you say should be very light and unharmful, like I said that you stole my five rupees. Immediately your focus was on giving clarifications and the hiccups were gone." He smiled, his eyes beaming.
I pondered over his words and nodded in understanding.
Smart
"Who taught you this?" I prodded.
"Mom." He answered, "Whenever any of ours hiccup will not stop, she'll suddenly say something alien and illogical and the hiccups would stop. My mouth parted in 'o' as I processed what he said.
"Chal soye ab." He said, all set to lay back on the bed.
"Hanji." I replied lying down near him, our feet touching.
Switching off the lights, he lied on the bed, pulling me closer to him with his arm tucked under my head, and my legs thumped over his.
Wounding my arm around his stomach, I closed my eyes in anticipation of a peaceful sleep. However the flashes of our moments a few minutes ago made my heart thump vigorously, and I pressed my face into his chest, with my hands clasping his waist tightly.
"Sun." I heard him say after a few minutes of serene silence, his fingers busy playing with mine.
"Hanji." I murmured in response with my eyes still closed.
"It wasn't too much for you na?" He asked softly, insinuating what happened almost fifteen minutes ago.
At his question, I raised my head to look at him with a warm gaze, while my chin remain placed over his chest,
"Mhm." I shook my head, "For you?"
Shutting his eyes momentarily, he chuckle-smiled instantaneously at my question.
"Mhm." He shook his head gently and pressed a lingering kiss on the side of my head.
"Vaise..." He drawled, impishness palpable in his tone.
I hummed in response, patiently awaiting a cheeky remark from his side.
"I am going to sleep like this only from now on." He declared openly, and I looked up only to glower at him.
"Shut up" I slapped his shoulder lightly, shaking my head at his cockiness.
"Lae, what shut up? I have the full access now to sleep like this." He remarked smugly and cocked a teasing glance in my direction.
Agape by his declaration, I probed, "Won't you feel cold, sleeping uh, nakey-nakey?"
He laughed immediately at my question and passed an amused glance at me, "Nakey-Nakey? Seriously?" He voiced incredulously, while I could shrug my shoulder in defence.
"Where do you bring up such words from?" Hopelessness was crystal clear on his face.
Pouting in defence, I whined, "These are my words. My discoveries."
"Acha?" He raised his brows questionably while I bobbed my head up and down, quite proud of my ability.
Brushing a distracting strand from his forehead, I boasted,
"It's Riya's special dictionary, popularly known as Rictionary!" Pride was the only emotion I felt at my discovery of yet another word while he slapped his forehead helplessly at my buffonish self.
Isn't Rictionary a good word?
"You are impossible sometimes." He exhaled a deep sigh, and I scowled at him, offended by the sheer disrespect he has for my talent.
My husband brutally failed in appreciating my hidden talent.
Still chuckling at my gibberish blabber, he clarified,
"I don't feel much cold." Stroking my shoulder with his palms, he continued,
"Vaise bhi, when we weren't married, I used to sleep like this only..," He paused to look at me,
"Nakey-nakey as you say." He raised a teasing brow, flashing a frisky smile making cheeks flush in embarrassment.
"It was only because I do not want to make you awkward initially that I started wearing a t-shirt while sleeping." He finished, sincerity evident in his tone as his fingers played with mine, occasionally tracking my forearm with incomprehensible patterns.
Having nothing to say in response, I peered at him tenderly, my eyes busy in studying his heartwarming features. No words were exchanged as our gazes fused with one another, relishing the serene quietness surrounding us.
"Chal soja ab." He said after a few seconds and I hummed in positive. He patted my shoulder gently, one of his many ways of signalling me to sleep.
A few minutes passed by and I couldn't help but embrace this husband of mine but not before kissing his chest, the exact same spot I was used to kissing him in sleep.
*********
"He looks so grown up bhai!" I gushed in happiness, eyeing my not-so-little nephew who was busy flashing a wide smile into the phone.
"Haina?" Ayaansh bhai said, eyeing his son in admiration.
"He has become so naughty too." He remarked, narrowing his eyes at his son,
"You know, he has figured out how to open the kitchen drawer and all day he keeps taking out every possible container he lay his hands on." He sighed, trying to settle avyukth on his lap, though his attempts proved futile as that little satan would skip away from his grasp as soon as he Ayaansh bhai would tuck him in between his legs.
"Vaishally.." He called bhabhi, and as soon as she came, he spoke,
"You talked with Riya haina?" She nodded, "To yaar handle him for a few minutes? I'll come after talking to her." Bhabhi nodded in response taking a wiggly-woggly avyukth from his arms, and my heart smiled as he kept babbling boo-boo in her arms.
"Han..All well there?" He fired the first question as soon as bhabhi took avyukth with her.
"Hanji." I smiled, standing on the balcony, admiring the pitter-patter of birds around, whereas my husband was enjoying his Sunday, busy romancing with his first wife in our room.
I gave them privacy to romance freely.
"How's everyone there?" Another question was soon shot by my overly-concerned brother.
"All are good bhaiya." I sighed inaudibly at the pet-set questions he never fails to ask.
"How's Aditya treating you." He fired his most favourite question, his eyes narrowed a bit.
With much difficulty, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, "Ohho, stop worrying bhai. Aditya is treating me well, and everyone here treats me well too."
"Good for him." He mumbled with a serious look plastered on his face, and added,
"I am telling this again and again that don't hesitate to tell anyone here if anything's wrong or if he doesn't treat you well. Be it me or your bhabhi, or mom dad, you're supposed to tell us if anything major happens. I know you love hiding things." The brother in him ordered sternly.
"Yes boss." I bobbed my head up and down grinning like a child making him smile at my dramatic self.
Bhabhi came with a sleeping avyukth in her arms after a few minutes of our conversation.
"He slept quite easily today haina."
"Hmm.. Mister was tired today, he keeps walking all day long. After all, he's the only one who does all the household chores." She joked and pecked avyukth's forehead, making all of us chuckle.
"Bhabhi.." I started, teasingly eyeing bhai while bhabhi raised both her eyes questionably.
"How's Ayaansh bhai treating you?" I asked innocently, attempting to stifle my smile when I sensed Ayaansh bhai glaring at me.
"Huh?" Bhabhi's perplexed gaze switched from me to him as she spoke, still confused,
"Uh, he treats me good?" She answered, more like asked, eyeing bhai in confusion and I bit my cheeks internally at her doubtful self.
"Hmm." I nodded slowly, masking my most serious face and worded each word slowly,
"Good for him." My threatning gaze swept over my scowling brother.
Still wanting to tease and replicate the whole conversation we earlier had, I ordered bhabhi in a firm tone,
"I am telling this again bhabhi, don't hesitate to tell anyone there, if anything is wrong or if he doesn't treat you well." I paused for a second to glare at bhai,
"Be it me or maa paa, you're supposed to tell us if anything major happens. Okay?" Bhabhi's face morphed into bewilderment as she gawked at me unblinkingly.
"God! You have become so clever these days!" Bhai gaped at me in disbelief while bhabhi was still baffled at what was happening.
"Lae," I resisted my smile, "I was just trying to show you that how murderous you look when you indirectly threaten my husband." I defended, sticking my tongue out.
"Koi nai, come here and I'll tell you how dangerous I can be when you'll see the sight of your messed up room." He smirked, an evil glint flashing in his eyes.
My mouth parted in offence, "You dare touch my things and I will, I will...." I pondered over anything major that could match his level of threat,
"I'll ruin your cupboard, and your watches and your, and your clothes!" I scowled, internally hoping that he gets scared by my threat.
"Clothes and watches are kept in the cupboard only, you need not mention them separately to make your threat look better." He pressed his lips to stop the winning smile spreading on his lips, while my sister-in-law ditched me by giggling at what her husband just said.
"Yaaaaarrr mummaa!" I whined in defeat, losing yet again in this threat game, while my two elder buffoons chuckled heartily witnessing my pissed-off state.
**********
"You need to divorce!" As soon as I entered the room, the only sight I could witness was my husband leisurely sitting on the bed with his first wife, and the only villain in our story, royally sitting on his lap.
Momentarily diverting his attention from that stupid electronic device getting all cosy-mozy with him, he jerked his head towards me in an instant.
His face reflected a look of horror as he peered at me dumbfounded.
"I am talking about that.." Keeping one hand on my waist, I pointed to his first wife, glaring murderously. The original wife within me not at all wanted to even speak out its name.
"Oh!" He sighed in relief, You scared me."
"What oh oh!" I sulked,
"We came from your mamaji's place at four, then I talked to ayaansh bhai. And you are still glued to this." I chided, scowling at the lovey-dovey couple in front of me.
His lips hinted amusement at my words as he shut his eyes momentarily, shaking his head.
Am I a buffoon speaking gibberish Sir? That you prefer to smile instead of getting scared by my annoyed self.
"Sun, I wa.." I cut him off immediately, too done by his antics.
I am the original wife. I need his time, not her!
"What sun sun, ever since we came from your mamaji's house, did you sit with me for ten minutes? Did you say, chal Riya, let's sit and talk? Nahi na." I directed a pissed-off glare at him, and this husband of mine was busy smiling at my angry self.
I need to work on my angry self. People aren't afraid of my threats.
Ignoring the silly smiles he was throwing in my direction, I decided to concentrate on my annoyed form, thus not halting my rhythm to chide him,
"All the time stuck with this laptop." I mumbled, agitated.
"Sun to le.." He tried to speak but I didn't let him, his hands still on that kalyugi laptop.
"No!" I stomped my foot lightly and neared the bed, standing next to where he was sitting.
"Now you listen." I announced in a no-nonsense tone, gazing at him challengingly while he only raked his hands in his hair in frustration.
"This..." I grimaced at the sight of that kalyugi thing,
"This laptop gets to spend time with you, I don't." Without waiting for his reaction, I spoke further,
"This laptop gets to seek your attention, I don't." I scowled at him.
"Ya.." My threatning glare shut him up as he voiced defeated, "Acha bol."
"Hmm." I nodded, internally recollecting what I was going to speak next,
"Han, this laptop gets to enjoy this Sunday with you. I don't." I crossed my arms challenging him to defy my words.
"This laptop gets to talk with you in that stupid codey language, and I don't." He rubbed his face in exhaustion at my words deepening the frown marred on my face.
"This laptop gets to sit on your lap, I don't." The words were out of my mouth like fire before I could stop them. My lips parted and my eyes widened in horror as I slapped my hands over my non-filtry mouth for what nonsense I blurted in flow.
Aditya remained seated on the bed, but his popped eyes and agape mouth with a sheer reflection of shock on his face made me want to do some abra-ka-dabra magic and just get out of his sight.
Shring bring sarvaling, make me invisible jalding!
"What did you say?" He cocked an inquisitive glance, his features transitioning from shock to amusement in a split second.
My magic didn't work. Hence, I am still visible to him.
I shook my head rapidly, "Nothing. Not at all." I chuckled in nervousness.
His eyes shimmered with mischief as he passed a teasing smile in my direction,
"You want to sit on my lap?" Feigning innocence, he blinked his eyes dramatically.
When I chose to tape up my overly,-big mouth, he got up from the bed after keeping his first wife aside.
"Nahi to?" My features masked oblivion with a constipated smile plastered on my face, as I took a step back.
Ignoring my refusal to have said any such thing, he remarked smugly,
"I never knew you could be jealous of my laptop sitting on my lap." He took a step ahead biting his inner cheeks to stop that traitor smile hell-bent on slipping on his lips.
Oh and yes, I have to take a step back with each step he took ahead. Because, if I'll not, we'll bump and he will fall on the floor rather harshly with the force of my super-duper strong body.
I gulped inaudibly, sensing his steps closer to mine, "Uh, it was a, it was a..." I struggled to recall the right word,
"Yeah, tongue of slip!"
A full-blown dimply smile quirked upon his face, as he repeated raising a questionable brow, "Tongue of slip?"
By now my brain has stopped working along with our steps, as currently I was caged between him and his office table.
Who the hell kept this office table in my way? Idiots.
I blinked my eyes repeatedly, trying to recollect the right word but much to my disappointment, I failed miserably.
"Slip of tongue." My intelligent husband helped after a few seconds, placing his arms on either side of the table, with me sandwiched between them.
Riya sandwich in making, topped with embarrassment and stupidity, seasoned with shyness and annoyance and beautifully sandwiched between a man and man-made thing.
Bobbing my head up and down like a child, I repeated,
"Y-yeah, slip of tongue." I wetted my lips as his intoxicating proximity invited a bunch of gushy-mushy feelings within.
Slip of tongue, slip of tongue, slip of tongue. Don't you dare forget this, you dufus.
"You sure don't want to sit on my lap?" The subject matter of this whole tongue of slip thing miraculously graced its presence again.
Do I?
I shook my head immediately after a decent thought, while he nodded slowly, his intense gaze never leaving mine.
"Okay." My obedient husband believed my words. Distancing himself from me, he turned around to move towards the bed.
Before I could take a sigh of relief, I shrieked loudly as he spun on his position in a flash and picked me up in his arms.
"Aditya!" I gasped in surprise, still not processing what just happened.
"I don't know about you, but now I want you to sit on my lap." He shamelessly confessed and my mouth remained parted in horror.
Goosebumps erupted on my skin as I sensed his fingers dangerously gripping the underside area of my twinnies, while his other hand was firmly placed under my knees.
Taking a seat on the bed, he adjusted me on his lap, his hands rounding my lower waist, keeping my wiggly-woggly self in place.
I wriggled on the stop to make him loosen his hold on me.
"Stop moving woman." He rasped, holding me tightly in my place.
My face blazed at our position and rounding my arms around his neck, I hid my face in the crook of his neck, while he pecked the side of my head softly.
Can I confess, that this position feels too good?
"Comfortable?" He gently adjusted me on him, with his palms gently stroking the hair on my back.
"Very." I murmured in his neck, too blushy to admit it on his face.
I could feel him smiling before he asked, "Angry?"
Oh yeah, I was supposed to file a case for infidelity.
"Very!" I backed to scowl at him, though he remained unfazed by my frowning self.
He brushed a few tendrils off my eyes, as I added, pouting a little,
"You don't give me time." My attention shifted to the buttons of his shirt, as I toyed with them, before continuing,
"I don't ask you much, you know that too." I raised my eyes to look at him as he nodded gently in affirmation.
"But at least spare some time on a Sunday to spend with me. Just some good talks and a cup of tea, and I'll be satisfied. Pakka." He gingerly stroked my back with his fingers,
"Already the whole day we were out for lunch at mamaji's place, and when we came back, you immediately busied yourself in work. I am supposed to feel bad." Unknowingly my lips thinned, and his hold on me tightened, wounding his arms tightly on my back.
"What is tomorrow?" He asked, royally ignoring what I just said.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and replied, "Monday?"
"And?" He passed a hopeful glance.
"One month to our marriage." A tender smile perked up at my lips, and his lips reciprocated the same.
"So what if I say, that I am working today so that I can spend the whole day tomorrow with you. You and me, Just us." The radiant smile on my face would have failed the brightness of Diwali lights as soon as these words left his mouth.
"It's been one month, and I haven't taken you out for once." He started,
"Except for the customary lunches and dinners, we haven't gone out of our home. So I thought, I could use this Sunday to spare the whole day for us tomorrow." He explained softly and it took me no seconds to wound my arms around him in a tight grip.
"Sachi?" I confirmed, eyeing him with hope.
He blinked his eyes twice and I felt my jaws hurting with the wide smile I've been passing since the last minute.
"Where will we go?" I asked, my eyes gleaming in excitement.
"Wherever you want to." He gently stroked my cheeks with the pad of his thumb while his other arm stroked the area around my lower waist.
"If you want to spend some more time, we can go for a night too. I'll manage my work." He offered gently.
"Nah." I shook my head,
"I just want to roam around in Delhi. We'll plan a 3-4 days trip some other day when time and other things will permit." I voiced my honest thoughts.
"Yes ma'am." His smile reflected contentment,
"Where do you want to go then." He prodded.
"Ummm..." I thought for a while, "Okay, so first I want to go to your office."
"Kyu bhai, my office is a tourist place?" He joked, cutting me off.
Slapping his shoulder, I whined, "No na. I mean, I haven't seen your office in real till now, I've seen it only in video calls." I added, as I noticed him keenly eyeing me.
"So I want to see where my husband spends his whole day with her." I angled my neck to glare at his laptop, whereas he chuckled at the glaring contest taking place between his laptop and me,
"Acha aur?" He prompted.
"Hanji, So firstly your office, then take me to some tourist place of your choice." I counted each thing on my forefinger with high dedication.
"Then irrespective of what other things we eat, I want to eat my suji vale golgappe and pao bhaji."
"You ate pao-bhaji just a week ago!" He exclaimed incredulously.
"So?" I resisted an offended glare,
"Pao bhaji is meant to be eaten as many times as possible. And, if you don't want to eat, it's okay. I'll eat your share too." I sulked and I could clearly catch a glimpse of helplessness swirling his features.
"Acha next." He sighed, probably done with paoy-hungry self.
After pondering for a few seconds, I continued, "Hanji, so after eating we'll go to that park." I eyed him expectantly, and reminded,
"The same park you took me to when I came to Delhi for the first time. We'll walk and talk." I grinned happily, partially because nostalgia of our last meet hit me and partially because the last two words rhymed.
I feel I can be a famous poet someday. I am mastering the art of rhyming.
Haina?
"Ummm, and at last we'll go for dinner wherever you want to." I finished, and counted everything on my finger again,
"Office, tourist place, gol-gappe, pao-bhaji, park, dinner. Theek hai na?" I asked for his opinion, "We'll be able to manage all this in a single day?"
"Araam se." He smiled positively,
"Everything is open till late here. So we'll see any tourist place on time and for the rest, there's no issue." He spoke, his fingers intertwined on my back.
"Hanji." Happy with this newfound information, I wound my arms around his neck while he reciprocated the same, caressing my back gingerly.
"You are such a baby sometimes." He murmured, pressing a feathery kiss on the side of my neck.
Only with you.
"Is it a bad thing?" I voiced, a little hesitant of his response.
"Mhm." He shook his head and whispered gently,
"I love it when you are vocal about what you want and what makes you happy or upset. I love this babyish and demanding version of you." He inhaled deeply in my neck, enticing a splurge of shivers on my skin.
I breathed heavily, pressing my face into his neck, as we remained in the same position for a few more minutes.
"Ach han, I'll have to go office for an hour or so. So we'll leave by 11-11:30 okay?" He informed,
"Okey-dokey."
"Chal get up now. Let me work for just half an hour. After that, I'm done." He patted my lower back, signalling me to get up.
"Nah." I didn't budge, "I am comfortable here." I mumbled, enjoying my stay on his lap.
"You are comfortable now. But don't gape at me in horror after a few minutes when you'll be uncomfortable sitting on me." He kind of warned.
Huh?
He eyed me, raising both his eyebrows expectantly at what he said. Witnessing his naughty expressions and a mischievous smile, my eyes widened in embarrassment when I realised what he was trying to insinuate.
Ignoring his hearty laughs, it took me no second to jump off his lap in an instant, but not before exclaiming in mortification,
"Shameless!!"
************
Heyaaaa Dear Onesss!!!!
I am just a beginner at writing romantic scenes. So please bear with your authorð
Also, How was the chapter? Please comment kar dena yaar, it keeps your author motivated enough to write, because you all are the only reason I feel like writing for!!ð
Do vote (Star Iconâ) and comment dear ones, it is your author's energy booster.
Until Next Time,
Lots of Love
Râ¤ï¸