As they watched the news together, Ragini slipped her hand across his and rested her head on his shoulder. Nachiket welcomed the moment and smiled slightly, tasting the coffee. It was perfect.
After a while, he said
'Do you see this Ragini? Children nowadays are so reckless ...' his voice trailed away.
She replied, a bit sleepily
'I do remember a certain someone who stole his Dadaji's car from the garage, after bribing his Driver, so that he could meet his girlfriend ...'
She was greeted with a full throated laughter from her husband
'Ah I forgot' he chuckled.'
'There was a certain vixen staying in that guy's house, during that time, his Dadaji's favourite. And the two of them would constantly plan to keep that guy under a strict radar, and away from all his girlfriends.'
She retorted
'All as in a mere hundreds. So many so that he had to keep details of all of them in a diary ... it was difficult otherwise to remember them.'
Nachiket encircled her shoulder and pulled her closer
'And then his Dadaji sealed his fate by associating him with that vixen ...'
Ragini looked up into his eyes. He continued
'... and I have never regretted that moment. Never Ragini. Even when we were away from each other. That was the best thing that could have happened to me, though I didn't realise it then, and disliked you immensely, though imperceptibly attracted to you. You were the only girl back then who showed me my own place in the scheme of things, and did not fall all over me at the merest hint. You were so different. You were like a fresh breath of air, everything about you was mystical and miraculous. And I hated you'
Ragini lifted her hand and pulled his nose, eliciting an Ouch from him in return.
She nestled into him further and sighed against his chest
'You were such a snob then, Nachiket, and a total MCP, and useless too. Oh, did I forgot to mention that you were not even that handsome. But yes, you were super charming. And I hated you as well.'
Nachiket could feel her laughter rumbling across her entire body, as he pulled her up to look into her eyes. They were shining with mirth and something so deep, that he could associate only with love.
'My dear wife. I guess we were both hopeless and useless back then'
She responded, as her arms crept around his neck, pulling him closer
'And not much has changed even now, my dear husband'
They both laughed together in complete abandonment, like children getting their feet wet in the sea for the first time, and finding sand sticking between the toes fingers.
A while later, they returned their attention back to the TV screen, still flickering with news now from across the world.
Edited by poetic - 9 years ago
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