Drabbles — The Marriage Chronicles | part9 on pg 10 - Page 6

I am in love with your drabbles ❤️

Just by reading them, the entire scene starts playing in my head.

Ram got a great listener in Priya even though Priya had completely opposite experience with her dad, and Priya got someone whom she can count on for any help even though she is so independent ❤️

Please keep writing more

Kuch kahan apne?

Nahi , kuch suna apne?

Damn why can I picture them saying this. And that offering dupatta for years uff

i really want to see a scene after PriRa’s marriage where Ram helps Priya with checking the assignments. And I m so glad someone wrote on this ❤️ Thank you 😃

Hayeeee..you write so simply, yet so wonderfully. This shot was so endearing to heart ❤

Your drabbles are simple heartwarming and lovely to read. Always brings a constant smile throughout when reading them! Keep them coming :))

Hi, I am new to this BALH2 forum but couldnt resist the jodi of Nakuul & Disha once again...and am definitely a sucker for good drabbles & fanfics...and these are so cute , loving them💖👍😊🌹...

7 — Reaching Home

After a long day at work and exhausted Ram sat into his car. The shops in the streets were all closed. He looked at his wrist watch. In thirteen minutes it would be twelve. He sat back looking outside the window as the car moved ahead.

He was so tired. He rested his head against the side of the car, looking outside the window. The driver as usual played songs from his Playlist. In minutes it started raining. Instantly he smiled. His face managed to light up in spite of being tired.

He hummed along with the old song that played on the sound system.

Chalaa Jaataa Hoo

Kisee Kee Dhoon Mein

Dhadakate Dil Ke Taraane Liye

Milan Kee Mastee Bharee Aakhon Me

Hajaaro Sapane Suhaane Liye

He blinked reflecting on his life. Somehow after marriage his life had fell into a stable rhythm. Even though his and Priya’s wasn’t a regular marriage. She no longer believed in love and he had come to realizing that there was so much to life than dear old romantic love.

Wo Aalam Bhee Ajab Hogaa

Wo Jab Mere Kareeb

Aayegee Meree Kasam

Kabhee Baiyyaa Chhudaa Legee

Kabhee Has Ke Gale Se

Lag Jaayegee Haay

Meree Baahon Mein Machal Jaayegee

Woh Sachche Zoothhe Bahaane Liye

He smiled as he heard the lyrics. Maybe he’ll always be a romantic at heart. Romance was like honey and he craved sweetness of any kind.

Enjoying the rain and the music time passed quickly. He flexed his neck muscles walking towards the entrance after wishing his driver a very goodnight. The house was quiet and dimly lit. The sudden silence brought back his tiredness.

“Aap aa gaye?”

Ram placed a hand on his chest, freaking out as a figure leapt out of the shadows.

“Dara diya yaar!” He exclaimed taking long breaths.

Priya rolled her eyes. “Drama ki puri dukaan hai. Yeh to Sara Di ko bhi peeche chod dete hain. Sab dramebaaz mere hi kismet mein like hain.” She thought in her mind.

“Tum .. tum mujhe ye… daraane ke liye what kar rahi thi?”

“Haan, mujhe logon ko daraane mein bada Mazaa aata hai,” Priya exclaimed.

Ram rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “Gussa naak par aur sarcasm zabaan par rehta hai iska..” He muttered to himself.

“Kuch kaha aapne?”

“Maine?” He asked confused. “Nahi, kyun? Kuch suna tumne?”

Priya sighed, “Aap ne khaana…. To khaa hi liya hoga.”

“Of course, Khaana toh khaaunga hi naa. Dal Tadka with…. Naa…roti. Normal roti. Bahut achi thi.” Telling her that he had eaten Butter Naan would be — apne per par kulhaadi maarana.

“Tune khaaya… khaana?” He asked.

“Haan. Kab kaa.”

He nodded, wondering why she was still up.

“Toh?” He asked.

“Toh?” She repeated with a questioning look.

“Walk pe jaane ke liye wait kar rahi thi?” He tried a hand at sarcasm.

Priya found it amusing. “Haan, chalein?”

He stared at her trying to figure out if it was sarcasm or not. He noted the ghost of a smile. He was relieved. He shouldn't try a sarcastic comment like that again.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me. There are times when I come late. No one needs to stay up.” He said.

“I had to make sure you don’t eat Maggi or bhel. Your midnight snack.” She said, looking away.

He smiled and then quickly wiped it away. “That’s an awesome idea. Tum khaaogi?” He jested.

“Phir to walk pe bhi jaana padega.”

“I think let’s all it a night. Kisi aur din.” He said putting the matter to rest.

Priya nodded and turned, her smile finally breaking out on her face.

Ram smiled following her. Priya’s small gestures meant much for him. He came home late on many nights after handling foreign meetings or last minute reviews of important projects and presentations. None of his family had ever waited up for him. Forget that, they probably wouldn’t even know he came late.

It felt nice, to come home to someone. Wiping the tears in his eyes, he walked into the room.

Sooo lovely.. had to read it in one go. Im sure such a feeling Ram having in the show … getting overwhelmed by the care as he never received it from his family

Beautiful story 👏❤️

Priya is so sweet, wo fikar bhi karti hai but openly batati bhi nahi. Sirf wo hi Ram ki real family hai ❤️

I can't wait for them to get married in the show too and see such a little impactful scenes

That's such a lovely part . I loved reading every part. My fav part is #4 ..Baarish.. that was beyond awesome.. please write more often❤️