Ram was on the penthouse while blabbering, "Strange, apni marzi se thodi na date cancel ki maine," with a pout.
When the same time rain started kissing his cheeks. He was feeling pleased.
"Ah! Something beautiful in this night," thought Ram.
"So am I an exception?," asked Priya standing on the entrance wearing a beautiful turquoise saree which was identical to the saree which Ram chose for her in the mall. Her hair were open and she tip-toed towards him.
He replied, "Tum yahan?"
"Why can't I be?," She retorted back with a hiccup with which he realised she was drunk.
"Tum ne pee rakhi hai?," He asked his wife with all right.
"Kyu nahi pi sakti? I hope mere paas bhi koi coupon hota aur main usey use karti," she complained to her husband while shivering.
He tried to balance her and said, "Nahi. Tumhe suit nahi karti," looking into her eyes when the baarish kissed their body.
She felt as they were one and the same time he said, "but I have a coupon," winking with the smile.
She pouted, "Which one you want to use?"
"What's going in your mind, one," he replied back.
"Mr. Kapoor how do you know that I am in dillemma," she questioned.
"This is called love not dillemma," while splashing water on her face.
She chuckled and hugged him tight as she was not at all drunk.
"I want to know it from you Ram, what is this called. Because I know there is no coupon like this," laughing hard and he picked her up in his arms tight.
"I love you Priya," Ram announced to the world and she pecked on his cheek.
Yun Na Nazre tum milana,
Dil ka aitbaar nahin....