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This is based on that episode wear Aaliya wears the white burkha, prior to the first I love you..
NOT PROOF READ...as always 😛
*****
Her eyes stood out the most. The deep dark khol filled eyes that gave him many a sleepless night. Those eyes that spoke to him at so many levels when her capable mouth failed. Her eyes which was a window to her soul,conveying that she was hurt when she took it in her stride, telling him her likes and dislikes.
She came to her office wearing a white burkha, claiming to be Aliya Bhatt.
As if!
Having to share the room with a person for six months kind of makes that person recognisable from a distance. And here she was pretending otherwise.
What was she playing at? He wondered as he dissed about his wife to the supposed "Aliya Bhatt"
But then her eyes gave it all away. And a smile made his way to his lips.
Jealousy.
Oh that sweet little thing. It makes people privy to information that they were denying to themselves from a long time ago. It had shown its charms perfectly when he introduced her to his friends. He liked her to himself, that was for sure. But that night he had grudgingly admitted to his self that he may like her somewhere deep, deep, deep, deeep down.
Couldn't Aaliya notice that she had his attention all the while when she was busy drooling over Siddharth Malhotra in some stupid chick flick? He did not even glance at the screen when his supposed "crush" was dancing all over because he was hyperventelating internally for she had clutched his arm. Or she couldn't really notice thehuge amount of time he pretends to sleep just so that she can come out from the shower and wish him a good morning without the hostility and sarcasm that were her defenders. Or the fact that the besharam side wanted to join her in the said shower? But that was private to his 'besharam' head.
Being married to her was not a choice as much as a compulsion. Staying married after so long when it was not a necessity was his choice.
Suddenly, somewhere between his old, fun and carefree days which he spend with his friends binge eating and drinking and watching games and his new life- being responsible and growing up, he became quite fond of her. He supposed that their differences stopped him from liking her. But he changed a bit for her.
And without her realising, she did too.
And the change in his schedule was welcome, albeit a bit reluctantly. His mornings started with her cup of chai' and ended with her waiting for him to return home when he was in the office working. When Zain realised that his life resembled a hindi soap drama, he had cringed inwardly. But upon long introspections, he decided that it wasn't so bad. And he liked spending time with her.
He inhaled the familiar perfume as she walked across. She still did not understand that he knew? Zain decided that this drama had gone quite long and had to end. Knowing her aversion to snakes, cause who wasn't afraid of them, he gave an almighty cry.
"Saap, Saaap!"
And as predicted, she gave a big jump and clutched his arm, her common sense failing her. Because having a snake in the middle of a five star hotel was perfectly common.
"Tumhe kya laga?" he boasted triumphantly "Mein apne biwi ko nai pehchan paunga?"
And those eyes which spoke volumes to him flashed happily though her expression remained sour.
He had called her "apni biwi" after all.
And that sentence, in itself, was all kinds of sweet.
*****
First of all, Happy New Year All :) {I know I am late, but phir bhi..}
I hope you folks have an amazing year ahead, and all your good and reasonable wishes come true..cause bhagwaan ko bhi bahut kaam hai bhai 😆
Hope you enjoyed this short..nothing. for this was just an "ainvaye."
I am most likely to update next month cause exams have reared its ugly head.
Likes and comments are heartily appreciated. I do love reading them. So please leave them behind :p
Thanks a lot and hope you havent forgotten me.
P.S-buddy me for pms.
NOT PROOF READ...as always 😛
*****
Her eyes stood out the most. The deep dark khol filled eyes that gave him many a sleepless night. Those eyes that spoke to him at so many levels when her capable mouth failed. Her eyes which was a window to her soul,conveying that she was hurt when she took it in her stride, telling him her likes and dislikes.
She came to her office wearing a white burkha, claiming to be Aliya Bhatt.
As if!
Having to share the room with a person for six months kind of makes that person recognisable from a distance. And here she was pretending otherwise.
What was she playing at? He wondered as he dissed about his wife to the supposed "Aliya Bhatt"
But then her eyes gave it all away. And a smile made his way to his lips.
Jealousy.
Oh that sweet little thing. It makes people privy to information that they were denying to themselves from a long time ago. It had shown its charms perfectly when he introduced her to his friends. He liked her to himself, that was for sure. But that night he had grudgingly admitted to his self that he may like her somewhere deep, deep, deep, deeep down.
Couldn't Aaliya notice that she had his attention all the while when she was busy drooling over Siddharth Malhotra in some stupid chick flick? He did not even glance at the screen when his supposed "crush" was dancing all over because he was hyperventelating internally for she had clutched his arm. Or she couldn't really notice thehuge amount of time he pretends to sleep just so that she can come out from the shower and wish him a good morning without the hostility and sarcasm that were her defenders. Or the fact that the besharam side wanted to join her in the said shower? But that was private to his 'besharam' head.
Being married to her was not a choice as much as a compulsion. Staying married after so long when it was not a necessity was his choice.
Suddenly, somewhere between his old, fun and carefree days which he spend with his friends binge eating and drinking and watching games and his new life- being responsible and growing up, he became quite fond of her. He supposed that their differences stopped him from liking her. But he changed a bit for her.
And without her realising, she did too.
And the change in his schedule was welcome, albeit a bit reluctantly. His mornings started with her cup of chai' and ended with her waiting for him to return home when he was in the office working. When Zain realised that his life resembled a hindi soap drama, he had cringed inwardly. But upon long introspections, he decided that it wasn't so bad. And he liked spending time with her.
He inhaled the familiar perfume as she walked across. She still did not understand that he knew? Zain decided that this drama had gone quite long and had to end. Knowing her aversion to snakes, cause who wasn't afraid of them, he gave an almighty cry.
"Saap, Saaap!"
And as predicted, she gave a big jump and clutched his arm, her common sense failing her. Because having a snake in the middle of a five star hotel was perfectly common.
"Tumhe kya laga?" he boasted triumphantly "Mein apne biwi ko nai pehchan paunga?"
And those eyes which spoke volumes to him flashed happily though her expression remained sour.
He had called her "apni biwi" after all.
And that sentence, in itself, was all kinds of sweet.
*****
First of all, Happy New Year All :) {I know I am late, but phir bhi..}
I hope you folks have an amazing year ahead, and all your good and reasonable wishes come true..cause bhagwaan ko bhi bahut kaam hai bhai 😆
Hope you enjoyed this short..nothing. for this was just an "ainvaye."
I am most likely to update next month cause exams have reared its ugly head.
Likes and comments are heartily appreciated. I do love reading them. So please leave them behind :p
Thanks a lot and hope you havent forgotten me.
P.S-buddy me for pms.
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