He was driving through the lonely stretch of road, with constant smile playing on his face. He speared a glance at cake sitting next to him. He wondered how can he be so stupid throughout the party, he was little pissed on himself for his behaviour, how could he be so childish he thot. Cold wind playing through his hair, he checked his watch for the nth time it was 15 mins passed 11, he still had enough time to reach home before his birthday. He could not wait to be with her.
He finally entered the Kapoor residence with cake in his one hand and went running towards their bedroom. He checked his watch for the last time, he had managed to reach on time, still 2 mins to go before it strikes 12. He slowly peeped in, only to find her dupta was lying on the bed and there she was standing like an angle with her eyes fixed on sky, her hair tied loosely into bun, earphones plugged into her ears. Without making any sound he slowly closed the door and kept the cake on the table. He took baby steps towards her, he could hear his heartbeats out loud as he moved closer. She felt his presence and turned around, to her surprise he was standing right infront of her inches apart with smile plastered on his face. That smile which always made her smile, but today she hid it behind her anger. She moved other side to walk away, when she felt a firm grip on her wrist. She turned around to look at him.
He kept starring directly into her eyes.
"Birthday wish nahi karogi?" he asked her softly
She glanced at watch hanging on the wall, to her surprise it was exact twelve.
"Happy Birthday Mr Kapoor" she wished him with a reluctant smile. She again turned around to walk away, but his grip was fixed on her wrist. He was not finished yet.
"Tumhe ye kyu nahi bataya ki party ki sari preparation tumhe ki thi" he needed an explanation.
"Kya farak padta hai Mr Kapoor" she said dejectedly
"Farak padta hai Priya, tumhare har bath sai farak padta hai" he made sure her eyes were fixed on him and she listens to everything that he says carefully.
"Jabh tum sath nahi hoti ho tho farak padta hai, jabh tum mujbar barosa nahi karti ho tabh farak padta hai, tumhe agar kisi aur ke sath dekhu tho farak padta hai, tumhare har choti choti batho se mujhe farak padta hai Priya"
She was taken back by his sudden outburst.
"Franky speaking mujhe khud bhi nahi pata why it affects me so much lekin all that i know farak padta hai"
This was for the first time into their marriage they had shared such strong emotions towards each other, something had changed between them but both were unaware about the fact.
"I am sorry, sorry ki maine tumhe party mai ignore kiya but sach tho ye hai ki mai aaj ki puri sham sirf tumhre sath bitana chahta tha, just you Priya"
He could not control his emotions anymore, he had to let it flow. This mixed feelings from past few days were killing him, hiding it from her only made it more worse.
He raised his hand forward "kya tum mujh par barosa kar sakti ho?" she heard him saying. She could see it in his eyes, the belongingness for which she waited throughout her life. Why it was so difficult to understand this emotions sometimes she wondered. Events from past few days, had forced her to loose her confidence over him. With no reaction coming from her side he slowly moved his hand down that is when he felt her grip on his hand. He looked at her she still did not look confident enough with her actions but he knew this tiny step meant a lot to her.
"Mr Kapoor vo mai" she was stopped in between when she felt touch of his finger on her lips.
"Sshh, Itz ok Priya, I understand, and mai nahi jana chahta Priya, I trust you, jabh tumhe lage sahi waqt hai, you can come and talk to me"
She could not control her tears anymore. This man had managed to break the strong wall around her heart. She felt his warm touch against her skin. He slowly wiped tear droplets.
"Aaj Mera birthday hai, so no rona dhona, abh tum smile kar rahi ho ya mai ek apna ganda sa joke sunavu"
He knew exactly how to make her smile.
"Chalo lets cut the cake now, you know mere wife ne apne hatho se banaya hai"
He grabbed her hand and moved towards the table. "One sec" she looked at him with questions mark. He slowly moved forward and left her hair open. "Now itz perfect" she could not stop smiling. They blew the candle together and fed the cake to each other.
"Thank you for everything Priya, thank you for making it so special and this cake is so yummy" he said lovelingly.
" You are most welcome Mr Kapoor"
That smile on his face made her realised that all her efforts to make his birthday special had finally paid off.
"Waise if you don't mind kuch aur mang sakta hu" her chain of thots come to a halt.
"Ha bolye na Mr Kapoor"
"Are you sure? I won't take a no"
"Ha bolye na"
His mischievous smile scared her a bit, but she agreed reluctantly
"Ok so as gift Mai chahta hu that you call me Ram, not Mr Kapoor, but sirf Ram"
Now this was totally unexpected, she blushed a bit thinking about it.
"Mr Kapoor I think abh Hume so Lena chahiye bahot rath hogayi hai"
She dodged the topic quickly and made her way towards washroom. Her actions made Ram burst into laughter.
"Itz not funny Mr Kapoor"
"It is, pehli bar kisi ne Priya Kapoor ko chup karwaya hai" he made sure he stratched more on "Priya Kapoor" loud and clear.
Her silence had answered a lot of his questions. He could not thank God enough for such a beautiful start on his birthday.
The End.
P.s. not proof read and my Hindi is bit weak so kindly bear with me.
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