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Riya's Pov.
"Hain?" A giggle escaped my throat as I looked at mumma in amazement as she narrated to me the funny incidents about my husband's childhood days.
"Aur kya he thought that if we can pee by standing, why can't poop?" I laughed hysterically while she continued with a hopeless look marred on her face,
"Can you believe he came to me, thoroughly immersed with his potty only to mumble innocently that I tried to poop Mom, but it's sticking to my legs all the way. God! Potty training is indeed a nightmare." I couldn't control my laughter hearing the antics my husband used to pull in his childhood while mumma joined in too, joyously reminiscing those days.
Such a Poop Man.
"Mom!" Aditya's horrified face came into the line of our vision as he stood at the entry of the kitchen with his mouth agape,
"What?" Mumma asked, least concerned that he heard her while I stood there trying to contain the giggles from bursting out of my mouth.
While I was busy enjoying at his expense, he threw a serious glare in my direction, shutting me up in an instant.
Sadu.
But one amused look from mumma, and we burst out laughing again.
"Yaar, kya hai!" He exclaimed in disbelief, stomping in our direction,
"Matlab, which mother in this whole world discloses such thing about their son to their wives." He lamented, whining like a child.
"Every mother." Mumma shrugged nonchalantly,
"We have cleaned all your pees and poops, at least we own the right to discuss and have a little fun sharing all your stunts with our daughters." She reasoned sassily, giving him a side-eye.
"God!" My husband groaned in displeasure and eyed me murderously when I dared to nod in approval.
"Hass kya rahi hai, jaana nahi hai?" He grumbled and I bobbed my head up and down swiftly,
"Go then, get ready, otherwise I won't take you out today." He threatened, cascades of cruelty spilling out of his pretty mouth.
"Papa! Dekho what he is saying!" My savior walked into the kitchen at the right time as I eyed papa with sheer innocence, an accusing finger proudly pointed toward the King of Kalyugi Kingdom.
"Oye." Papa chastised, refraining him from his kalyugi antics,
King Kansal cannot win from Queen Riya. The whole Queendom is on her side today.
"Threaten her one more time and I will not let you step in this house." My giggle left unescaped when my husband's concealed glower shot my way.
"Kya?" Newfound confidence sprung within me as I narrowed my eyes at him when he didn't budge from his glares,
"Don't look at me like this, they are my parents too, I have equal rights on them." As the responsible queen of the Kansal Kingdom, I publically declared my Queenly rights.
"Hmph." He scoffed, rolling his eyes in disapproval.
"Hmph." I mimicked, siding with my army while the opposition stood on the opposite side, alone and unarmed.
"Koi nai, let me call mumma-papa and Ayaansh bhai today, and you will know whose parents they more are, yours or mine." He smirked with victory and the color drained off my face in an instant knowing well how much they all adore him and his personality.
Dusht Pati. He could have used the word equal for my sake.
"They love me more." I argued back, at least tried.
"Acha? Matlab they both also love you more." He gaped in disbelief, pointing toward mumma and papa.
"And Mumma-papa from Hoshiarour also loves you more? And what about me? Did I fall from the sky?" He quizzed, scowling at me while mumma-papa effortlessly played the role of two silent spectators, just enjoying the ticket-free show of two kids disguised as adults squabbling over whose parents love them more.
We need to take some maturity-instillation classes. Remind me to google it once I get done with this.
"Maybe." I muttered under my breath but courtesy of my bad luck, he heard it.
"Tu giri hogi." He retorted, the waterfall of cruelty now transforming into floods of brutality.
"Jaisi Jiski Soch. They love me more!" My lips widened in a victorious smile when Papa hugged me from the side, shielding me from this Parent-Thief Kansal King.
"Dekha." I swayed my hair royally with an arrogant roll of my eyes before sticking my tongue out like a five-year-old but regretted it instantly as three adults with goofy grins eyed me with amusement, probably deciphering the level of maturity I hold.
"I'll go and get ready." My cheeks flushed and unable to hold the playful gazes I was bestowed with, I sprinted out of the kitchen allowing them to enjoy a good laugh at my expense.
***********
Aditya's Pov
My gaze kept flickering to my wife as I worked on my laptop while she walked to and fro in the room to place the folded clothes into the almirah.
However, every single time she would catch me looking at her, crimson would coat her cheeks and her gait would slow down in consciousness.
Unknowingly, she licked her dry lips thus awakening a plethora of carnal desires within me. She might have noticed the transformation of my expressions as her eyes widened for a moment before hurriedly picking up the last pile of clothes with her timid gaze chasing mine after every few seconds.
"What's bothering you?" I enacted oblivion, knowing well the reason for her frenzy behavior.
"Aap." She mumbled, momentarily placing the clothes on the study table. When I reciprocated with a confused frown, she huffed and puffed before leaning against the wooden substance with her hands interlocked behind like a dutiful student.
"Main?" She made an effort to match my piercing gaze as she innocently nodded in response to my question.
"Maine kya kiya?" I bit the inside of my cheeks, thoroughly loving the impact I have on her.
"You are staring at me." She complained with an exhausted whisper, "That too from the past ten minutes."
"I am staring at my wife." I put forth, my gaze still not wavering from her except for the times when it would wander to her lips, which were torturously inviting.
"But you are gawking at me, like, like that." She argued back meekly, her lips protruding into a small pout.
"Like what?" I quizzed, getting up from the bed and her eyes widened observing me step towards her. Before she could run for a rescue, I marched towards her, halting her steps.
"Like what?" I asked in a soft whisper this time, placing my arms at each side of the table, trapping her in between my hold.
She shivered slightly when my fingers grazed her arm as she managed to utter,
"Like.." She blubbered, trying to catch her frantic breathing,
"Like." I repeated, stepping closer to her until our bodies touched like second skin.
"W-we have to go, Aditya." She stuttered using the force of her delicate palms to push me away which only made me lean closer.
"Like what, Riya." I whispered again, trailing the tip of my nose against the edge of her face.
She moaned breathlessly, her palms gliding to hold my shoulder,
"You know it well." She finally voiced in a defeated murmur and gasped immediately when I sucked the sensitive skin of her neck.
"A-Aditya." She cried out in pleasure, as my fingers worked to untuck her top from her trousers, my palms skimming her navel in tantalizing strokes.
"You can't imagine how tempting you look and how badly I am controlling myself to do things to you which you can't even fathom." She withered as I placed a kiss behind her ear,
"At all the right places." I professed hoarsely, sliding my palms behind her thighs only to settle her on the table.
She gasped at the sudden proximity as I opened her legs a little, standing in between them. Gazing into her coffee-brown eyes, which had held me captivated since the very first time I saw her, I swiveled my tongue on her earlobe eliciting a cry of pleasure from her mouth.
Kneading her waist gruffly, I peppered passionate kisses along the length of her neck which invited a series of lascivious moans erupting from her mouth. As she breathed heavily with her eyes closed and chest heaving up and down, I slowly inched closer to her lips,
"At all the right places." I repeated, my lips brushing hers in gentle strokes with each word I spoke. At my words, I could sense a tinge of a bashful smile gracing her lips, clearly getting my insinuation.
Our gazes matched again and I could sense the desire burning into her eyes, an unadulterated wave of passion swirling with each pleasurable moan, and lustrous anticipation mirroring in her demeanor.
Not wasting a single more second, I removed the distance amidst us and plunged in for a core-searing, passionate kiss that I have been wanting to sneak in since the moment my eyes fell on her peach semi-transparent top tucked in straight navy-colored denim.
Our lips fused proactively with one another, communicating what our hearts has been feeling but our mouths couldn't bring out. Each nibble, each suck, and each stroke on the plump skin of our lips felt an attempt to quench the silent battle that our bodies have been fighting with one another since a long time.
A throaty groan fell past my lips when she wrapped her legs around my waist for support, her fingers threading my hair behind, tugging at them each time I would fasten the pace of my lips.
Her touch was maddening, and the way she has her intimates wrapped around my waist made me push her closer so that she could realize what she has been doing to me.
She threw her head back in pleasure, when I flickered my tongue on her throat, her body painfully pressed closer to mine.
"A-Aditya.." She whimpered when my palms grazed the inside of her clothed thigh, stroking them from the above while my other hand slid towards the hem of her top to do the inevitable.
"Bhabhii.." I growled in frustration and cocooned my face in the crook of her neck in an attempt to stabilize my breathing. However, her chest heaving up and down added more to my misery.
These people will not let me romance in peace. Especially this Satan disguised in the form of my sister.
"Aditya." Her timid voice spoke past Isha's receding steps.
"Hmm." She shuddered as her palms worked to caress the back of my neck, inviting shudders onto my skin,
"Let me go." Her words and actions were rendered uncoordinated as she still had her legs wrapped around my torso, her fingers still stroking my hair in gentle caresses.
Raising my head, I looked up to her only to witness her disheveled state.
Her swollen lips, flushed skin, unmatched gaze, and that little shy smile were enough to turn me on, yet again.
Stroking the pad of her thumb on my cheeks, she smiled softly making me smile in return, satiated to have her in my arms.
"Bas ab." She requested softly, resting her head on my shoulder in weariness when I tried to swoop in for another kiss.
"Okay." I pecked the side of her head.
"Bhabhi?" Isha's shrill voice interrupted our moment again and we sprung apart this time, half-heartedly.
Unclasping her legs from my waist, I took a step back and helped her to get down from the table.
"I'll see." She mumbled, the sharmili mode marking its entry again as her fidgety self refused to match my gaze.
"Aise?" I raised an eyebrow, hinting at her disconcerted self which was evident in the wrinkes on her top, messy hair, swollen lips, and flushed skin.
She looked down at herself and then at me, her mouth parting a little in disbelief,
"I'll see, you settle it then."
"Ji." She nodded, trudging towards the washroom. Settling my hair with the tip of my fingers, I walked to the door to address the ultimate villain of my story,
"Bol." I scowled at my sister as she stood unfazed by the gruesome interruption she has made a few minutes ago.
"Why so rude." She scowled back, and without giving me a chance to reply, she added, "Ye lo, both of your phones were on the dining table, and aapka phone baj raha tha." She explained the reason for her arrival, sticking het hand out to pass me the phones.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat, her eyebrows raised with mischief as she looked behind me, peering at Riya who was walking into our direction,
"Sorry." She mumbled apologetically, her gaze flickering to both of us.
"Huh?" I asked in puzzlement.
Without elaborating on her apology, my sister watched Riya with an unimoressed smile plastered on her lips,
"Bhabhi, Top and Jeans?" She scrunched her nose in disapproval.
"Kyu? Acha ni lag raha?" Riya furrowed her eyebrows, switching her gaze towards me for an answer.
"Acha hai, but wear something new na. You wear jeans, tops vaise bhi." Isha elucidated and without awaiting for a reply, she ambled towards the almirah, while my wife tagged along like a lost case, and I followed both of them for no reason at all.
Opening the almirah for Isha, Riya pointed toward her clothes, "Kya pehnu aur?" I rolled my eyes, certainly not ready to handle two women discussing clothes.
"Jumpsuit?" Isha picked out a black-coloured dress which has both top and pant attached and some frilly sleeves, .
Lae, Riya also wore the same, bas they were both separated and this attached thing has both of them attached.
"Na." Riya shook her head, "It's difficult to pee with this." She grumbled under her breath and I shook my head as I failed to comprehend what the hell was going on.
"Ye?" Isha picked out a dress and my wife being my wife, refused again,
"Na, garmi hai bohot and its stuff is a little thick." She pursed her lips in a thin line while I spun on my position and moved to the bed.
We both were better utilizing our time before this.
"Ye vaala?" Isha showed another dress and like an automatic button, my wife's head moved left to right as a no making me shove my face in the pillow.
"Na. This color doesn't suit me much. Purva just forced me to buy it." Her distressed voice fell into my ears and I managed to roll my eyes into the pillow, completely done with her antics.
Isha sighed helplessly and took another few seconds to rummage through the contents while I eyed my wife with pity as she witnessed the sheer disorientation of her always-organized closet.
"Ye vala?" Isha's eyes gleamed with approval as she took out a maroon-colored long knee-length shirt, except for the fact that it was a little circly towards the end with a silver-black fancy belt at the waist.
Pretty circly-buttony stuff.
I opened my mouth to articulate my consent, but before I could do that, Mom's voice reached my ears,
Three women.
"Ye sundar hai. Trendy ekdum." Ignoring her son lying on the bed, the Super-Queen of Kansal Kingdom (as my wife states) accompanied the younger ones.
"Pehen lu?" Riya eyed Mom in perturbance, probably looking out for another reason to reject this option as well.
The Queen of Contemplation.
Shaking my head at her, I narrowed my eyes in her direction and softly hummed a recent melody thus signaling her to look at me. She peered at me in an instant, questioning me with her eyes.
"Please." I mouthed eyeing the dress with a series of big nods. Whereas, mom and Isha pretended to not notice our not-so-concealed interaction as they haphazardly scavenged other dresses in her almirah.
Riya glanced at me and then at the dress, and again at me before returning a satisfied smile.
"Done." She announced with a happy grin while three relieved sighs followed soon after making a certain someone pout in response.
*******
"Aditya.." My ears perked up with caution when I heard her trudging around the dressing room with a big frown.
Riya,
Dressing Room,
Make-up,
Black-Black.
Danger.
"No." I refused before she could summon me for applying that stupid black-black thing.
Am I her makeup artist or what?
"What no? I haven't even said anything yet." She grumbled, peeping out of the dressing with hopeful eyes.
Don't you dare look into those eyes, it's a trap.
"I am not going to apply that black-black." I declared,
"Khud se laga." I scowled, randomly scrolling through the senseless Instagram stories people have started posting these days.
"Please na." She whined,
"You know I don't know how to apply it." She manuevered, masking the same naive face that she knows is my weakness.
Restraining myself from getting up, I argued, "Almost do mahine hogaye shaadi ko, and you still haven't learned to apply it."
"It's difficult!" She shot back, her mouth puffed up in annoyance.
"Yeah, difficult than rocket science." I scoffed, shaking my head in dismissal.
"Haan, for me it is!" She groused, her features turning murderous.
"I am not going to apply it." I announced with finality evident in my tone and silence graced the other end.
Before I could sigh helplessly and give up, she stomped her foot on the floor, and mumbled, loud enough for me to hear,
"Fine, I'll not apply it. Not today, not anytime in the future." She paced around the room, stomping her feet on the floor,
"After all, who am I? And, who in the world cares for me? I am just a wife of a heartless husband who is unconcerned about his wife's requests. Haina, Mr. God?" She dramatized, pretending to talk to the heavens above while I stifled the chuckle erupting from my throat when I noticed her attempt to cautiously eye me for a positive response.
"Yes, Mr. God, my husband is unthankful enough to not appreciate a little highlighting on my eyes, that little black wing adding teeny-meeny beauty to them. It's okay Mr. God, I will try to live with this. This is my fate, and I am bound to live with this till the last breath." I palmed my face in frustration when her lips quivered animatedly.
"I..." Fully immersed in the character, she didn't let me speak,
"Also, if this 300 Rs eyeliner gets wasted because of the cruelty of my husband, that's okay as well." She eyed heavenwards, the soft dramatic sighs, silent quavers embarking their presence on her lips time and again.
Shaking my head at my forever favorite cartoon, I gravitated towards the dressing and knelt in front of her,
"Draame kam kiya kar tu. Lagi this is my fate ki." My lips turned up in an amused smile when I saw her silently giggling at me with her innocent doe eyes looking at me as if I have deprived her of the basic necessities of her life.
"It was the truth. Queen Riya never lies." She shook her head with pride, her demeanour turning stiff like a queen.
"Acha, chal fir theek hai. Don't apply. I'll leave." I stood up, ready to leave.
"Noo." She was quick to hold my hand, and place that black-black on my palm. Before I could argue, she instructed,
"Winged lagana. Vo curved line jaise towards the end." She enacted, directing me to crouch in my position.
"I'll try." I sighed, defeated enough to argue anymore.
"Done." I heaved a weary sigh after a minute or two of figuring out that stupid-winged thing she has ordered me to apply. However, before she could see herself in the mirror, I frowned noticing a trace of blackness on her cheekbones.
With the lack of availability of water nearby, I smartly put into use the water content produced by my mouth and swiped the mark clean with a flick of my finger.
"God! Chii Aditya!" She exclaimed in incredulity, her nose crinkling in displeasure with her hands flying onto her face to remove the saliva off her cheeks.
"What?" Offense oozed within me at her reaction,
"You don't mind me kissing you all day. It's the same saliva that goes into your mouth, and you enjoy it too, that too very much. You don't say chii then!." I mimicked to which her eyes widened in horror and her cheeks blazed at the truth I just accustomed her to,
"Your mouth has no filter, Aditya." She gasped at the transparency of my words and got up from the seat while I could only pass a nonchalant shrug in response.
"Oye, my payment." I encompassed her waist from behind, as she eyed herself in the mirror, an appreciative smile perking up the corners of her lips.
"Which payment?" She feigned oblivion, applying lipstick onto her lips and smudging some on her cheeks for a pinky-glow.
"I am your personal makeup artist, Missus. And, my customized services require you to make customized payments as well, that too on time." I put forth my right to demand a suitable payment for the efforts I have put into this tricky task.
She tsked, "Such a typical baniya you are. Always thinking about payments and profits." She heaved a hopeless sigh, a frisky smile playing on her lips.
"I am not leaving you until you do it." I flouted, rolling my eyes.
However, when she continued smiling like a buffoon, I had to hold her cheeks from the side and pull her face towards my lips to process the impending payment.
But before I could do the needful, she pursed her lips tightly,
"Lipstick." She managed to utter, with her lips shut.
"Apply it again." I moved closer to her lips again.
"Na." She refused blatantly, shaking her head.
"Fine." Annoyed, I withdrew my hold from her and retreated my steps.
However, my steps came to an abrupt halt when she turned around in a flicker of an eye and pressed her lips to the corner of my mouth, making my eyes widen in response.
Surprisingly, her lips lingered there for a few seconds before she moved back but not before teasingly swiping the tip of her tongue over the plump skin at my corners.
"Khush ab?" She asked in a hoarse whisper, her nose rubbing with mine and I felt my cheeks flaming at her gesture.
"You still didn't ruin your lipstick though." I whispered back, smiling in amusement.
"Baad mein." She answered, tracing the back of my palm as she still held my hand in hers.
"Pakka?"
"Pakka." She blinked her eyes, her gaze reflecting unfathomable intensity.
***********
Riya's Pov
"Aunty Ball!!"
I was going to shut the main gate of our house when I heard some children running in my direction, all the while blubbering aunty, aunty.
I looked to the side to see no oldie woman around except for my husband who was seated in the car, awaiting me.
He can't be aunty, can he?
"Tujhe bol rahe hai." My husband commented, peeking out of the window, a stupid grin plastered on his handsome face.
What the heck.
My head jerked to the side at the speed of light when I witnessed the same two children standing next to me,
"Aunty, ball." They motioned towards our porch where I caught a glimpse of the ball lying near the Tulsi.
Do I look like an aunty?
A 25-year-old aunty?
Which world are they living in?
Crouching to their level, I camouflaged my annoyance with a sweet smile and spoke with utmost politeness,
"Call me didi, not aunty. Okay?"
"But you are married." One of them argued with a frown, half of his face sticky with toffee remnants.
"So?" I resisted my scowl, the fear of their mother being around overpowering my annoyance.
These children hype things unnecessarily. Just a glare and they will say, I was trying to kidnap them.
"Married aunties are not didis. And, didis are not married." The other one declared, leisurely picking his nose.
While I was still struggling to form a solid explanation in my favour, a certain someone's snicker fell into my ears allowing me to angle my neck to the side with a glower.
Hardly a few feet away, my husband could be seen with a ludicrous grin, his expressions revealing his thorough enjoyment at my expense.
A perfect example of Kalyug ka Pati.
"Didi's can be married to." I voiced softly against the crylike feeling from inside. Also, the sting in my crouched legs weren't helping me much.
"No." The sticky-face child retorted, his eyes beginning to well up.
A word more, and floods of tears will roll down his eyes.
"Okay, Okay. Call me bhabhi then?" I offered with immense hope in my eyes,
The other one was all ears beholding a thoughtful expression, thus motivating me to speak ahead,
"See, he is your Aditya bhaiya, haina?" I pointed towards Aditya who was still struggling to contain his laughter,
"I am his wife, so I will be your bhabhi. Isn't it? Bhaiya and Bhabhi, simple!" Pride oozed within me at my explanation as I grinned excitedly towards the end.
Queen Riya for a reason.
"Okay!!" They voiced in unison allowing me to pass a relieved sigh.
Ambling inside, I picked up their ball to hand them bit before I could do the needful, they snatched it away from me.
"Thank you aunty! Bye aunty!" They hollered in exhilaration, fleeting away before I could take hold of them.
"Badmaash!" I exclaimed in exasperation, gaping at their retreating backs. Standing in the middle of the road, my lips protruded in a defeated pout which transformed to a scowl almost immediately when Mr. Kalyugi Kansal's fit of laughter echoed in my ears.
Dusht.
************
Shutting the door with a thump, I sat down on the passenger seat with my arms folded across my chest, my gaze fixated outside.
I don't want to see his face.
However, my fierce gaze flickered to him a moment later when I heard his inaudible snicker.
"Don't touch me!" I shooed his hands away when he attempted to palm my hands in his.
"Lae, if not you, who will I touch?" He dared to argue, a stupid dimpled smile still beguiling his lips.
"Do I look like an aunty to you? That you were laughing so joyously sitting here?" I sulked, slapping his hands away which were hell bent on crossing the territory.
Removing his attention from the road ahead, his gaze switched to me, eyeing me from top to bottom, only to shrug dismissively in response.
Haww.
"Are you serious?" Astounded, I gaped at his audicity to insinuate.
"I didn't say anything." He defended, pressing his lips together.
"Haan, because your gaze was enough for an answer." I scoffed, shifting to the extreme side of my seat.
"I will always teach my children to call any young woman as didi, even if she is married. I will not let them contribute to the crime of calling a beautiful, youthful married woman Aunty." I wondered aloud, pensively devising a strategy to implement the same in due time.
"We will have children?" He cocked a questionable brow, momentarily switching off his gaze from the traffic ahead to frown at me.
"We will not?" I furrowed my eyebrows, puzzled by his question.
He shrugged in dismissal and mumbeld something incoherent.
"What?" Huffing, I mimicked his action and when silence was the only answer I received, I nudged him.
"Batao." He took a few seconds to respond but the smirk hinting on his lips made me believe his mouth is going to splutter some nonsense.
"You know baby production is a tremendously-effortful, supremely-dedicated three-step procedure?" He stated as if I was some dimwit unaware of the intricacies of reproduction.
Don't mind me silently agonizing over the three steps involved.
"So?" My brows drew together, replicating the same tone as his.
"So what, we are still on step one, and with the speed we are progressing we aren't going to produce any child in the next five years." His lips twitched in a half smile, diverting his attention from the traffic ahead to peer at me.
My mouth parted at his insinuation, opening and closing it to stifle out a coherent sentence. Nonetheless, miserably failing in my attempt to shoot a fiery response, I decided to peel off my gaze from him, hiding my flustered cheeks under the masquerade of my untucked hair.
"Aage dekho." My bashed self mumbled when he didn't rev the engine even after the lights turned green at the signal.
"Step two seems in line though." He remarked in an inaudible murmur which I pretended to not hear.
Fortunately, he didn't tease me anymore but being the smarty-pants he is, he effortlessly placed his palm on my lap, interlinking our fingers together only after he has grazed the clothed skin sensually.
This is a part of step-one I suppose.
"Kahan chalein pehle?" He quizzed after a comfortable lapse of silence.
"Office?" I offered, which assumably came out more like a question.
Rolling his eyes, he commented,
"My office is indeed a tourist place for you."
"Please." My protruded lips and child like whine did the task as after passing a defeated sigh, he changed the gears and glided the car towards the highway, all the way wordlessly playing with my fingers.
*********
"Haaye!!" My eyes popped up in delight when a humongous hoarding of a very nakey-nakey Nick Bateman caught my eye.
Nakey from the above only.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
"He is married." Someone grumbled from the side, drawing in a harsh breath.
"I am married too." I batted a side eye, revealing my non-objection to his marital status.
"He has children, that too two." Flames of jealously unfurled from his mouth as he stiffened on his seat, his lips drawn in a thin line.
"I don't mind." I shrugged with dismissal,
"He's hot, his body is delectable, his fitness swoon-worthy and oh! that nakey-nakey chest, that's a blessing to my eyes." Leaning against the seat, I sighed dreamily, intentionally exaggerating to elicit another jealousy-filled response from him.
His cheeks puffed up in agitation, and he quested, narrowing his eyes at me as if I have cheated on him,
"Aur main?"
"You?" I scrunched my nose, feigning a thought,
"You are adorable and cute." Feigning a thought, I remarked maintaining indifference my tone.
"Oh..," He clicked his tongue in disapproval,
"So that married, two-children man is hot, swoon-worthy, delectable and..." He struggled to remember the next adjective, his jaw ticking with envy.
"Blessing to my eye." Like a dutiful wife and the Queen of Kansal Kingdom, I assisted, thus completing the sentence for him.
"Yeah." He scoffed,
"He is a blessing to your eyes aur idhar main..," Leaving my palm, he pointed his index finger at himself,
"Aur main, Adorable and cute! Bas? No handsome, No hot? No nothing? Kuch to sharam karle. Even Beautiful would have been better." I exclaimed incredulously.
"Lae, I am being truthful here." I defended my stature,
"Did you see his nakey-nakey chest?" I quizzed opening chrome to search for my dream man's nakey-nakey pictures,
"Clear, Smooth and Velvety. And see yours." Crinkling my nose in distaste, I zeroed down my gaze on his clothed chest.
"God!" He groaned in agitation,
"What do you want me to do then, to wax my body hair?" He gasped in mortification, shifting on his seat as if I will wax his chest any moment.
"I don't mind." I bluffed, enjoying the horror crumbling over his features.
Stunned, he gawked at me
"Tu ja usi ke pass. That two-child married man who has spilled some sort of magic over you women." He mumbled clutching the steering with much force, the sheer dislike for my Nick Bateman evident in his tone.
"One should never get married."
"True." I affirmed and he shot me a glare but remained mum for the next few minutes of our drive.
"Acha ab stop whining now. I am happy with my itchy-witchy-beardy cheek and nakey-hairy-nakey husband." I blew a kiss in the air, luring him to smile for me.
He gaped at me yet again,
"Such a beautiful explanation. So considerate. So appreciative." Sarcasm dripped from his tone making me pout in response.
I was honest.
Is being honest a crime now?
"Stop pouting now." He mumbled, a faint smile hinting on his lips,
"Aur haan, don't even dare to think I'll be waxing any part of me."
Any part of him. Ahem.
"Stop swooning over him now." Aditya's voice fell past my ears pulling me out of my carnal thoughts.
Oh, how could I tell him whom do I actually swoon upon.
"I am not swooning over him." I mumbled, fiddling with the ring on his finger.
"Fir?" He masked a thought, well aware of my insinuation.
"Hai ek. Someone with a set of beautiful dimples, charcol-black eyes and a teeny-meeny crooked nose. And, miraculously this is only man who has this power to make me swoon over him even without him trying to do anything for it."
"Is it?" His eyes crinkled at the corners as he looked outside for a moment, a faint trace of bashed smile beguiling his lips.
"Bilkul."
"Acha, toh what do you like about him the most?" He quipped, stealing a glance.
"Sab kuch." The words were out without an effort.
"Sab kuch?" He repeated in a confirmation, the smile on his lips widening.
"Sab kuch." I whispered, tucking an unruly part of my hair behind, leaving a few tendrils hanging around my temples while he grinned goofily with a slight shake of his head and placed a dewy kiss on the centre of my palm.
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