11| We're Young

Started writing on 6th June 2020.

Completed on 10th June 2020.

Word count : 2418 words

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– D I V Y A –

Mom and I were busy in taking a glance of the new house. I loved it! The walls were emphasised with the shades of navy blue, black, white, and a dark greyish shade. It looked more like a glass house from the amount of glass used in furnishing and windows.

In one word it was— breathtaking!

"I guess you like the house." Mom said.

"Yes. But mom, were we, Ayaan and I disturbing you there?"

"What do you think? In a way you both were....." She folded her hands in front of her chest, "Look, we want to give you both some privacy."

"But mom-"

"No buts. You know, when I and Nayan were young, we always wanted to spend most, no all of our time with each other. We craved for each other. We used to spend almost all our time in work and after coming back to our room, we hugged each other tightly." She said and I cringed.

I don't want to hear what happened in their bedroom!

For God's sake, they're my in-laws!

"I know how it feels when you stay away from your husband for a long time. Even minutes feels like days, that's why we want you and Ayaan to live together without any disturbance. Also, I heard some noise from your room last night. We really don't want to compromise with our sleep. That's why." She teased before hugging me.

She thinks we both....

But only we know what's happening in our room.

What noise was she talking about? Oh, she must've heard me giggling last night when that egg tickled me. I'm ashamed just because of him. Mom thinks that! Shit!

"I'll miss you mom." I said as I knew there is no point in arguing with her about this house now. No one can win from mothers. Not even Avengers!!

"There's nothing to miss. We live in the same city. We can meet each other frequently." She laughed, "And, Divya?"

"Yes?"

"I think we should get ready to play with our little grandchildren. What do you think? Should I start making sweaters?" Mom asked with a mocking look on her face. Grandchildren?!

Who will have children with him? I don't want my children to be fool! I need to answer mom too, right? Dear Divya, please dont act like a shy daughter in law.

"Mom, I think we're not ready. Don't you think it's too early? We're young!" I said and she looked at me with disbelief.

"No, you aren't. You both are twenty six. When I was at your age, I already had Ayaan in my hands." She read my face and sighed, "Okay, it's your life, do what you both want to do. Today's youth! We are eagerly waiting for the good news." She whispered and said the last line in joy.

××

Finally a bed which is fully mine!

There was no need for me to sleep on the floor or couch now. Hush! So, we'd be living in different rooms and had already settled most of our essentials. My room is really my type. It had the walls of my favourite colour combination— turquoise, lavender, beige and grey.

I LOVE IT!!!

It was night and we were settled in our separate rooms after the dinner. For his mom and dad we were living together, because we're lovey-dovey, but that's not going to happen in real life.

Who's gonna share the bed with him? I just hate him. What does he think of himself? Crazy! It would be better to make his omelette instead of letting him be a burden on our dear mother Earth.

"Piglet!" I heard someone shouting and banging my door.

"What? I want to sleep. Do whatever you want to!" I yelled back in the same tone as his.

"Do you know what's the time? I don't want to be late just because of you. Come out in five minutes or else get ready to go alone." The same voice said.

What's the time?

I checked the clock and it was already seven thirty-five!

God! I'm too late.

Run Divya Run!

I got ready as fast as I could and ran out of the room. "Do you know what's the time?" He tapped his wrist watch with his index finger, "Miss perfect!" He said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't have time to fight with a moron." I took an apple and a banana in my hand, before walking out of the house. Whole drive was in a pin drop silence. Why do I sound like my school teachers?

I got off the car just three hundred metres from the office. It was a daily routine for both of us to enter the building seperately. I never wanted to be the centre of attention. Especially because of being boss' so-called wife!

It was a first that Ayaan and I agreed on something, and it is because we don't want to be called each other's spouses. Egoistic!

I walked inside the building in a hurry, got into my office and took a deep breathe. I had to run all the way here. The reason? I don't want to give him a chance to mock me and say that I'm an irresponsible person.

××

"I want everyone to give special attention to this project. Our new collection must be something new and unique, which can easily attract attention." He said. Yes, that Ayaan said.

Acting to be mature!

"Also, the financial leaders of the group must take a strict note on each step. Designs must be made beforehand. Managers have to look after each and every single detail. And, the sales team must keep an eye on current sales of our as well as other companies."

Acting to be a leader!

No one here knows what he is. Only I know how he passed in the schooling days.

He wants to make a good impression on everyone. But his magic won't work on me. Poor soul!

"Mrs Divya!" A man shouted, breaking all my thoughts. And I know who he was, my dear boss turned husband.

"Yes?"

"Do you have any interest to listen what I'm speaking?" He asked with an angry face. When all the faces turned to me, he showed his real face. The left side of his lips stretched up, showing a smirk. I wanted to kill him but I didn't want to go to jail.

"More than you have, sir." I replied with a thin smile and saw all my colleagues giggling, whereas his face turned down in defeat. I wonder how a CEO would feel after being humiliated by one of his employee in front of his juniors!

"Meeting adjourned."

Everyone started leaving the meeting room, and I too got up to leave but was stopped when I felt someone gripping my hands tightly. I turned back to face him and asked, "What?"

"You're the one asking what? You know it clearly! I know we don't have a good personal relationship but that doesn't mean you can say something like this in office." He said seriously. He and serious?

"You're saying this?" I questioned him, "You were the one who started it, not me."

"Really? I'm your boss and I can say anything I want to, but you can't."

"I know you're my senior in work. But, I also know the way you said if I had any interest in work or not. You were internally laughing. And now, you're saying that you did nothing."

"Hmm... I don't have any fault in this." He said while walking towards me. "Say sorry." He demanded and took a step forward. I stepped backward while he took steps in front until he caged me to the table using his hands.

"Wh... what are you doing?" I wanted to sound confident but it turned out to be stammering. My gaze went towards him and I saw his face which showed how happy he was to win over me.

He brushed his cheeks with mine and whispered, "Apologize. Now. Or get ready to face the consequences."

"I won't say. Egoistic!" I tried to get away but his hands didn't let me do so.

"I'm egoistic? Good." He said and shook his head. He held my chin with his index finger and lifted it upwards, "Get ready." What was he going to do?

Kiss?

No way!

This couldn't happen. I can't lose my first kiss in a silly way and that too to him.

God, please do something!

Our lips were just two inches apart. One step and I would've lost my first kiss. No way! I shut my eyes tightly to get away but sighed when a phone rang. I don't know whose phone it was but it rang. Thank you God.

What Ayaan did next startled me more. He took his phone out and switched it off before keeping it inside his pocket. I tried to go away but his legs were intertwined with mine. Witty man! "So where were we? Yeah, on your punishment for misbehaving with your boss."

"You aren't my boss. You're just a CEO. Don't act like the owner!"

"It doesn't matter. I'll be the only owner of this company in a few years."

"Moron!"

"Moron? Sound good." He said joyfully and once more tilted my face up. He again moved his face near mine and I again closed my eyes in disgust. Just an inch or two away and my innocence would be taken!

NO!!!

A phone rang and interrupted us, this time mine. I guess it was my day today. I shifted aside from him and picked up my phone.

"Hello!" Ayaan's mom shouted from the other side.

"Why are you shouting mom?" I asked.

"Where is Ayaan?"

"He's here." I said and turned towards him. He shook his head in negative and signed me something with his hands which danced in negative.

"No. Tell her I'm not here." He whispered. I narrowed my eyes before turning the call to speaker and walked towards him. Serves him right!

"How dare you turn off my call?" Mom asked him.

"I... I did... didn't know it was yours, mom." He stammered. I never knew he could stammer too. I was internally laughing all this time.

Mom power!

"You were with Divya?" She asked.

How did she know about it?

Was she looking at us through the CCTV?

"Take your time and..... don't forget to lock the door. Don't rush, be safe." She said and hung the call.

‘Don't rush, be safe’?

What was she even thinking?

He was embarrassed as hell and his face was red. He turned his face here and there but never looked in my direction. I ran out of the conference room as fast as I could until I reached the main lobby. What was going on? We are enemies, then how could something like this happen between us?!

Maya walked towards me and showed her expressionless face which suddenly changed into a teasing smile. "What were you two doing inside?" Instead of saying anything I kept quite and narrowed my eyes. "Oh my girl! Your face is so red. You were blushing." She was about to jump on me and I held her hands to stop her as she was bringing an unnecessary attention towards us.

"What are you doing?!"

"What am I doing? It's the first time I'm seeing you blush. You're looking so cute!" She exclaimed.

"You're misunderstanding everything. There's nothing between us. Wait, cute? I'm looking cute?"

"Of course." She said and pulled my cheeks. They hurt, but what could I say to her?

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I was cooking dinner in the kitchen. Okay, we cook in kitchen only. Wait! Where was he? Was I his slave? Why was I even working here, making food for us? "Where are you moron? I'm not your servant!" I shouted.

He came out and descended the stairs. "What happened?"

"You're the one asking me what happened? Make your own food omelette!"

"I can. Who do you think I am? I can cook better than you, mark my words." He said as he stepped in the kitchen.

"I can cook better than you, mark my words!" I mimicked him.

"What are you making?" He asked, pointing towards the closed pot filled with vegetables.

"Bhindi! (Lady finger/okra)" I marked and lifted the lid.

"Bhindi! You like bhindi?" He asked.

"Yup. I like it. Why are you asking?"

"N... nothing." He stammered and looked away from me. In office he acts like a confident and mature person. At home, he's half like his childhood self and half his time is spent in acting weird.

What's with this man?

No, he is not a man.

He's an immature boy!

He added oil and spices in the pan, and started cooking as if he was a chef. Which girl in this world wouldn't like to look at a man when he's cooking? Why was he looking so damn good? Was it a dream? I think it was.

"If you're done drooling over me then just help me with the dough." He said and snapped me out of my dreams. What was I thinking about him? I'm going mad!

"Yes, I'll ofcourse help and I'm not drooling over you. Egg!" I said and walked to his left to fill the bowl with flour.

"If I'm egg then you are a pig. A fat pig!"

"Fat pig?" I really don't have a soft spot for piggies. "You're a hippo!"

"Hippo?! You're smelly socks!" He said, moving his attention from his veggies.

"You're bacteria!"

"You're yeast!"

"You're protozoa!"

"You're virus!"

"You're cow dung!" I said while my hands were busy pressing the dough with pressure.

"You're sewer." He moved his head towards my side and spoke.

"You..." I stopped when I had nothing in my mind to say. "Moron! Mad! Idiot! Stupid! Pervert!" I spurted in anger.

"As if I'll become what you say." He murmured and stepped slowly towards me. Was he having two souls in one body? On one side he's hell bent on teasing and fighting with me, and on the other side he acts like a desperate pervert.

He came towards me, and without saying anything he caged me between the slab and his God-knows-how-he-made muscular body. "What were you calling me? Pervert?!" He asked and leaned towards me, "I'll show you how a pervert is."

I'll show you how a pervert is?

What does he mean?

I hope it's nothing like what I'm thinking.

I'll show you how a pervert is!

I'll show you how a pervert is!!

I'll show you how a pervert is!!!

But why am I acting like a woman feared by her husband? I'm today's confident girl. I can't stop because of his pervert threats.

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TIED TOGETHER BY LOVE 💍

Precap : Not Just a mere Crush

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