OS: Ice Gola

It was a late evening and it was raining heavily. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a black Mercedes SUV raced through the roads of Delhi and stopped right in front of an ice gola stall. A man dressed in jeans and a blue shirt got down from the car and went to the other side to open the door of the passenger seat, not really bothering about getting himself wet. He opened the door to find a girl dressed in a beautiful red anarkali with golden sequins, her hair tied up in a high ponytail and her face devoid of any make-up except for some kajal in her eyes.

She gave him a 'What the hell are you doing?' look, but he just offered her his hand, which she took still giving him that look. He pulled her out of the car, which made her land in his arms and get wet due to the rain, which still hadn't stopped. The only difference, it had gotten heavier.

They both stared into each other's eyes, but broke out of the trance when they heard a dog, who was trying to find a shelter for itself, barking.

He pulled her further away from the car and shut the car door, which had been open.

She opened her mouth to speak but he silenced her by placing his finger on her lips. She sighed a sigh of defeat and he gave her one of his rare smiles as he took his finger of her lips. He grabbed her hand once again and walked towards the Ice gola stall. They saw that the man, who sold the ice golas, standing next to his stall, wearing a raincoat. Not really bothering the rain.

He smiled as he saw the lovely couple approaching. The guy's smile widened as he noticed that the girl had a confused and shocked expression on, while the man looked excited. As the couple approached closer, the gola guy knew that the man was no one else but Arnav Singh Raizaada.

The gola guy's excitement grew. Arnav was a permanent customer'He always used to come to this place, especially when it was raining. Arnav, for some reason found this place very special. He always came here alone when he felt happy, sad or any other strong emotion. No one really knew this, mainly because it was an unknown place in Delhi.

"Namaste Arnav babua, I was just wondering when you would come." The gola guy said pleasantly, still grinning.

"Namaste Yash ji." Arnav replied a small smile playing on his lips.

" Yeh kaun hai babua?" Yash asked looking at the girl beside Arnav.

"Yeh Khushi hai, meri patni" Arnav said, his hand going around Khushi's shoulder and his voice swelled with pride as he said that, his small smile turning into a bigger one.

"Namaste" Khushi said to Yash, smiling, but the confusion in her eyes was still present.

"Namaste" Yash said, "Aap kaunsa gola pasand karengi?" he asked while he started making a Khala Khatta.

Khushi glanced at Arnav who was staring at her, his smile still there on his face. She looked back at Yash and asked him for another Khala Khatta.

"Ji, bilkul" Yash said and started making another Khala Khatta.

After a few minutes of silence and the sound of the gola machine, Yash handed Khushi and Arnav their Khala Khatta's.

Arnav, whose hand was still around Khushi's shoulder, lead her towards their car.

Once they reached the car, Arnav removed his hand from her shoulders and leaned against the car while he feasted on his ice gola.

Khushi looked at her husband, amazed. She never knew this side of him. She had seen him angry, romantic, flirty, and all other sorts of emotions he went through, but she had never seen him like this, childish. Childish, wouldn't be the exact word to express the way he was behaving, but partly yes, she thought.

Arnav found her gaping at him. " What?" He asked, continuing to lick his ice gola.

She shook her head and started to feast on her own, enjoying every single bit of it. It indeed was the best gola she had ever had and the rain was just like an icing on the top of an already yummy cake. And not to forget, she was having it with the person she loved the most in her life, she thought smiling to herself.

After devouring their gola's for a long time, they both returned to Yash, gave him his glasses back and paid him his money.

"Shukriya" Yash said, putting the money he had just earned into a small box.

"Ji. Namaste" Khushi said, folding her hands together.

"Namaste betiya" Yash replied, he too, folding his hands together,"Aur dobara zaroor ayega!"

" Ji, bilkul" Khushi replied, smiling widely at the thought of coming here again.

"Hum chalte hai Yash ji, Namaste" Arnav said and held his wife's hand, whose smile had still not vanished, and led her to their car.

He opened the door of the passenger seat and put on the seatbelt for her, not that she didn't know how to do it, but because he was used to and liked doing it.

He, then, went to the driving seat and got in. He started the car with the engine roaring and started off with a high speed, before he slowed down a bit knowing that Khushi was scared of fast driving.

After a while Arnav glanced at Khushi and smiled as he saw her grin widely while she looked out of the window and when she turned to look at him, she quickly turned back and blushed as she saw that he had caught her doing so.

"So?" he asked her, pretending to look straight ahead, even though he still continued glancing at her ever so often.

"So what?" she asked him, even though she knew what he exactly meant.

"So, how was it?" he asked, turning to look at her, while she made gave him an innocent look, with her already innocent face.

"So how was what?" she asked him as they reached Shantivan. He got down and opened her door and helped her get down, while he closed the door he just opened seconds ago.

" Fine, don't tell me" he said while walking away, but froze when he felt her delicate fingers wrap around his wrists and pull him towards her.

" What the'" he was cut off as her soft lips crashed on his cold ones. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he around her small waist.

They both soon broke the kiss in need of air. They leant on each other's forehead as they breathed heavily.

" Thanks for taking me there Arnav. It was magical" Khushi whispered.

" And so is this" he replied, before kissing her, once again.

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