Ok y’all I COULDNT help myself from imagining all things that could’ve happened if Imlie had fell asleep on the bed😭
It’s too small, don’t know if I can even call it a one shot, But here goes my take on what if..🤓
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The light filtering through the curtains woke him up. Why was it so cold? He wondered if he had forgotten to drape the blanket last night .
Or did Imlie drag it along with her to the sofa ? He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of the said person wrapped in several layers on the very same blanket.
The one person who had begun to occupy rent free space in his head lately lay asleep on his bed, beside him.
She had flung one arm outside the blanket, which now rested atop his arm , he looked at it, momentarily distracted by the ring on her finger, the ring he had put on her, the ring he noticed, inspite of all her protestations to the marriage, she hadn’t taken off once since the engagement.
He covered her tiny palms with his, his thumb drawing circles on her ring .
His heart did a happy little dance. Now he knew what she looked like first thing in the morning.
He wondered, for somebody that spoke so much, how was she still such an enigma? In all his life during his school or college days, he never had a single friend that loved to talk like Imlie did, he never fancied such company. He loved his quiet, sophisticated group of friends.
So what was it about this girl?
He never liked to lose, loved to lead from when he had discovered the exhilaration of it since his young age. So what was it about this girl, that if she pushed hard enough, he was willing to yield?
He knew he wasn’t in love with her, this wasn’t love.
She was the most self righteous, principled, and opinionated woman he knew. Sometimes stubbornly so. That had piqued his interested when he had first met her. She defended those she loved with a passion that was equal parts endearing and frustrating.
But now he had begun to notice other things.
He noticed how her aloof exterior was ruffled each time he approached her physically.
Her cool poise, the way she draped her saree, her face scrubbed of any make up but the occasional Kohl that would line her eyes, and her smile. He would relinquish his fortune in a heartbeat to be able to see that everyday.
And he also found himself wondering.
Is she always so gentle and caring when someone is sick?
Does she like wearing sarees?
Is her hair tied while she is draping it around herself, or framing her face when she is focused on the task?
Who ties the dori on the back of her blouse?
He had found a mole under her collerbone. How many more were there?
Does she take off her ring and all her bangles when she bathed?
He had this sudden urge to wake her up, have her look at him , with her big accusing eyes.
“Ammaaaa.. thand lagath hain” she muttered in her sleep
He lay on his back, and flung his arms over his eyes. He, Aryan Singh Rathore, was so f***ked.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
CID
