This one is for my jiger anu, i hope i wrote what u wanted. Love u anu ..
Wishing you an amazing birthday and a blessed life 🤗
Compensations
"by God!!, a rahi hon!!", nupur was mumbling heading towards the door, as someone was banging the door at a very odd time of afternoon. She threw it open expecting her irritating neighbor but the person on the door made her smile like sunshine.
'mayankk!!", she squeaked and mayank entered and pulled her in a tight hug, "mujhe laga samne wali Mehta aunty hongi , tum is waqt kaisey a gaye?", nupur hugged back, and asked.
"wasie hi", he moved away, "just heard in the forecast k raat ko barish honey wali hai, so just thought of setting up a romantic aura", he winked and picked her up in his arms,
'mayank!", she gasped, but placed her arms around his neck as he was heading to their bed room, "kia hai nupur?, ab tak tu yumhain adaat ho jani chaiye, very poor performance", he shook his head and nupur giggled.
'On entering the room, mayank made her sit on the sofa and sitting beside her, he placed her amrs around her, and snuggled, burying his face in her neck.
"kia baat hai, thek hona mayank"?, she asked, pulling him close.
"haan nupur, wasie hi just thought of spending sometime with you, it's been a while we talked, is liye ghar a gaya", he entwined their fingers and smiling nupur cuddled to her.
"pata hai you are made to fit in my arms", he kissed her cheek and nupur blushed and moved more close, "how was the day?
"fine .. and from the last 15 minutes it's beautiful", he inhaled the fragrance of her hair and biting her lips nupur giggled, "kia baat hai Mr Sharma, ap tu bht hi romance k mood main hain", she looked up, with his eyes oozing out with a soft love filled passion and flowing in the moment, she moved forward to kiss.
The kissed for w while, after that she cuddled to him, and she started playing with her fingers and hairs and were enjoying the romantic cozy moments when nupur's phone bell interrupted.
"who is this now?", mayank's brows knitted and nupur passed him an apologetic look and quickly picked her mobile from the table, "gunjan ..", she said slowly.
Mayank knew what gunjan meant to nupur and what nupur nupur meant to gunjan.
"okay ..", he snuggled to her stubbornly and kissing his head nupur attended the call.
"haan bol gunjan", nupur tried to sound coherent and was making sure that she doesn't convey how much she was losing her senses due to the kisses on the neck.
"di kia kar rahi ho tum??", gunjan herself was frowning, thus ignored to notice any waver in her voice, whereas her question made her turn pink.
"gunjan main wo ..", she sighed and mayank was pulling her more close, whispering words in her ears which were making her nerves go bersk.
"di tum mujhe city mall main 3 baje milney wali thi, 3.45 ho gaye hain, kahan ho?, hamara shopping plan bhol gayi?
Throughout her sentence, nupur was wondering which promise was gunjan talking about until the word SHOPPING made her remember, "Shoppingg!!",she gasped and moved away while mayank passed her a confused look.
'I am so sorry gunjan, main tu biikul bhol hi gayi, ye shopping plan tu merey zehan se hi nikal gaya", she said worried, but flinching mayank pulled her back in his arms, 'NO SHOPPING", he whispered stubbornly and nupur sighed because gunjan;s voice was panicky.
'di jaldi aao na, tumhain pata hai na main tumhare bina dress choose nahi kar sakti", she shined and nupur could imagine her teary eyes, but her cuddling husband was also there.
"gunjan tu khud ..", she said as mayank's grip wasn't loosening.
"di khud kaisey?", gunjan almost gasped, "samrat apne kisi friend ki engagement main le k ja raha hai, tumhain pata tu hai us k friends thore alag hotey hain, main tumhari choice ka hi dress pehno gi,", she breathed deep, "di a jao na please ..", she pleaded and nupur felt her heart melting,
"mayank",she said slowly, placing her hand on the mouth piece, "main gunjan k sath shopping chali jaon please", she said, biting her lips, while mayank nipped her neck, "nahi!", he said stubbornly and pulled more close.
"please mayank, usey samrat k sath us k kisi friend k function main jana hai, wo ht nervous hai. Please .. us ka dress choose karna hai", she said fearfully, opening her eyes wide and mayank removed his arms, "jao ..", he said and moved away.
"mayank naraz mat ..
"diii!!"
Her voice was cut short from gunjan;s vice from the phone, "haan gunjan, main a rahi hon, 30 minutes, tu tab tak kuch finalize kar na ",she said quickly and disconnected the phone.
"please ghusa mat karo na mayank ..", she pouted while mayank lied down on the sofa, "jao na nupur, time mat waste karo", he closed his eyes and as much as she wanted to kiss him and remove that frown, she knew she was getting late.
Sighing she headed to change.
She returned after changing and sat beside him, sensing that his breathing was deep, she kissed and headed to gunjan. She knew her husband was a bit moody, but never unreasonable, she'll pacify him.
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Finally after making gunjan chose a perfect dress, which would make her look like a doll, she returned home at about 8 in the evening. Opening the door with her keys, she stepped in and was welcomed with a tantalizing fragrance of pulao.
Mayank Sharma and his perfect cooking", she smiled and placed her bags on the table and rushed to kitchen.
Mayank was carefully chopping down cabbage most probably for salad, and tiptoeing, nupur went to him and hugged him from back, "main a gayi mayank ..", she said vibrantly but mayank remained stiff, 'hmm, ho gaya dress chose?', he asked, now grabbing a lemon for the dressing.
"haan ho gaya, bilkul perfect, gunjan will look like a doll",
'she always looks like a doll", he moved away to garb a squeezer while nupur smiled over the sweetness he had for gunjan. It was an awe worthy relation they shared.
"hmm, wo tu hai, btw pulao banaya hai?", she asked removing the lid, while mayank murmured a "hmm" and went out of the kitchen.
"tu Mr Sharma is back to sadu mood", she sighed, "koi baat nahi, mana letey hain", breathing deep she went outside to lounge where he was watching TV. She quietly sat beside him and placed his head on her shoulder, "pata hai mayank, gunjan itna nervous ho rahi thi, per finally maine us ko confidence dilwa hi diya", she smiled and mayank nodded.
'waise maine tumhain na bht miss kiya", she sat up, "wahan ik couple tha, bilkul hamarey jaisa, choti choti baton pe argue kar rahey they", she giggled, "wo larka tu bilkul tumhare jaisa tha .. ik dum sadu", she said, controlling her giggle while mayank glared, "aur larki merey jaisi thi .. stupid", she pouted and although that innocent look did made his heart melt but he just shook his head and returned back to TV, leaving a disappointed husband.
"acah ,, umm .. khana lagaon?", she asked but mayank refused.
"please na mayank, mujhe bht bhook lagi hai", she cuddled to him.
"haan tu bhook lagi hai tu kha lo, mujhe kyun tang kar rahi ho?", he changed the channel.
"wo is liye kyun ki main apne husband k bina nahi kahon gi, pehle hi maine apne husnband k romantic lunch ka plan barbaad kar diya", she pouted and mayank looked down at her, "ab I want to compensate at dinner", she said, with a soft smile and hugged him, "I am sorry mayank .. please ..", she whispered and it was just hre teary voice that made his anger melt.
"you will e forgiven at one condition", he said grimly md nupur moved away, "haan bolo na", she said vigilantly.
"eating dinner is not my choice, I'll decide the compensation", he smiled, pulling her close, and clearly understanding his meaning, she bit her lip and closed her eyes, as then mayank made her compensate in the most softest and love filled manner of the world.
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