"What are you doing?"
"I am going to finally do it Arnavji and you cannot stop me."
"You can try all you want Khushi, but you will not succeed."
"WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME I CANNOT DO THIS? I CAN and I will SHOW YOU. Just WATCH ME."
10 minutes later….
"Having fun Khushi?"
"Don't utter one word! I will prove you wrong!"
"Whatever you say Khushi… Whatever you say…"
1 hour later…
"So… how's your day been Khushi?"
"Great, wonderful, awesome, now shut up and leave me alone."
"You do realize it's been 1 hour..."
"I KNOW NOW STOP MOCKING ME."
"Okay… well… have fun…"
2 hours later….
"HA! HA! IN YOUR FACE ARNAVJI! I DID IT! HA!"
Arnav leaned against the door frame and smiled at the sight. His 9 month pregnant wife finally held the jalebe tray, she strived so hard to get.
"You know Khushi normal pregnant women won't try to challenge themselves, when they have a huge bloated stomach… You did all that just because you couldn't reach the jalebe tray, which was in front of you on the bed. I could have just given it to you."
Khushi shrugged and smiled gleefully, munching on her jalebies.
"Arnavji since when have I ever been normal?"
Arnav sat down next to her and kissed his childish wife on the forehead.
"Since never"
Yes, there is something about a pregnant Khushi that amuses me. She and Arnav would be hilarious to watch in that time. Lol, Especially Khushi. *shakes head* Oh well back to my tormenting paper. Nothing like reading articles and writings essays on them! ^^ *sigh.
