RiShBaLa Os SeRiEs - 2. NEW: BADMASH

She is crazy!!!!

She is adorable!!!

She is full of attitude!!!

She is cute!!!

She is the one who had made him mad!!!

She is the worst and the best combination of beauty with brains!!!!

She is an antique piece!!!

She is shy!!!

She takes care of others before taking care of her own!!!

She blushes and her eyes twinkle when I come near her!!!

She has an effect on me, nobody has!!!

She cries every time she is happy or sad. Her nose becomes red and she looks cute!!!

She back answers me like no one does or can dare to!!!

She is respectful and challenging!!!

She is the only one who could make him guilty, sorry or pleased!!!

She is the only one who made him go obsessive and furious at her at the same time!!!

And she is the one who had, has and always will make him'.

A DEEWANA!!!

He is handsome!!!!!!

He is dashing!!!

He is every girl's dream man!!!

He is full of attitude!!!!!

He thinks he is not so good person!!!

He is kind and compassionate!!!

He is rude(sometimes)!!!

He is sarcastic!!!!

He is a SUPERSTAR!!!

He takes care of others but with attitude!!!

He may be a star but he is also a normal man!!!

He is intense and my dream come true!!!

He may be whatever but he is hers!!!

He is my fantasy!!!

He relates everything to movies!!!

He makes me go mad in a minute and loves me till infinity the next!!!

He makes me want to cocoon him in my arms and keep loving him!!!!

He makes my heart break every time he becomes sad!!!

It's only him who makes me'..

A DEEWANI!!!

i'm trying to write a series of one-shots on our favourite couple...

But please be patient with me,

i take time to write and formulate ideas!!!

love ya,

ViShRuTa😳

"When was the last time you went jogging, madhu?" Her aunt called out to her from across the dining table, setting her critical eye over her niece's form. "You must've gained at least ten pounds since the last time I saw you and that was only a few months ago." madhu squirmed in her seat, her confidence crumbling under the scrutiny of her so called distant family members. RK, resting just to her left, scowled slightly at the attack made on his wife of three years, who was now washed a vibrant shade of red.

"Now, now," Mallik tried to settle from the head of the table. "This is hardly diwali dinner talk. Leave the girl alone" madhu shot her father a grateful look, turning back to her plate of paneer and other helpings. Watching her closely, RK couldn't help but notice the way she poked and prodded at her food, deepening the frown on his face.

"But she's right, madhu," Her chachaji, added. "You're starting to get on the pudgy side again, dear, and we can't have that, now can we?"

"No, chachu." madhu responded automatically, her eyes still pointed downwards.

Her chachu didn't let up, turning towards RK."Why, I remember when she was a little girl – well, she could never really be called little, mind you, but anyways – she was always the largest child in her class. Even among the boys!" She laughed heartily at some private memory, while Chacha, not wishing to be rude, simply shared a polite smile with him.

"I can arrange for you to get a membership in a gym I occupy, madhu. It's up in the city, so you can go on your way home from work." Her aunt insisted, spearing some vegetables into her overly wide-set mouth.

"Thank you, Aunt." She replied, trying to appear relieved with the information. Only the man at her side could distinguish the beaten slouching of her shoulders and downcast eyes as one of mortification. Mallik shot his long distance brother and his wife another disapproving glance, which went unnoticed by the two.

"Yes, and you should join my yoga class, as well." chachaji insisted. "It'll do wonders for your thighs and calves. I'm sure Rk doesn't want a fat wife. He is a star after all. The image is all that matters. " He and aunt shared an airy laugh. The defeat of madhu's stance grew more prominent, her shoulders so slumped they almost touched the table.

Unable to stay quiet any longer, her husband snapped, "I don't know what you're talking about, aunty. Biwi doesn't need to be a size two to keep me around – she's perfect the way she is. I'm lucky to have a girl like her who loves me as much as I love her." To prove his point, he leaned down and pecked her square on the temple, secretly engulfing her tiny hand with his under the table. Mallik nodded approvingly at his actions, telling him that he had just passed the "Meet The Father" test. The two witches – as he referred to them in his head – were stunned into silence by his powerful voice.

"You caught a good one, madhu." Her mallik commented before popping another morsel of paneer in his mouth.

"I did, mallik." She replied softly, briefly squeezing RK's hand.

The rest of the evening played out with RK sticking closely by madhu's side, fearing what her long distance relatives might say once he was out of earshot. After a quick round of coffee and dropping a few loose promises to visit soon, the couple headed home, both equally grateful that the night was over.

"Thank you for what you did back there." madhu said shyly, turning her palm upwards to meet his.

Chancing a glance away from the road and towards hers, RK lifted their joined hands to his mouth, brushing her knuckles with the sweet pressure of his lips. "You're welcome, love. Dinner was...interesting." He murmured, still slightly enraged at the callous conversation that transpired over dinner.

Smile faltering, her chin fell, losing the contact she had with his brown eyes. "That's not what I meant… Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate you coming down here and visiting with me and I'm glad you had a good time… but what I meant was, thank you for what you said earlier. To my chachu and aunt, I mean." Tears burned the back of her eyes and she had to turn away, ashamed at the uncharacteristic bout of emotion. She was startled when the car began to slow and then eventually stop, resting just along the sides of the nearly abandoned road. It was silent for a moment before she heard the unmistakable click of disengaged a seat belt.

"madhu? madhu, Biwi look at me." Forcing her head up, she was taken aback at the fierce expression on his face. "They're the reasons, aren't they?"

"Reasons for what?" She whispered though still feeling as if she were too loud.

His mouth set into a saddened droop, his brows drawn into what she would call an infuriated furrow. "The reason why you won't let me touch you; why you always pull back when I get too close. They're the reasons why you won't let me hug you from behind and why you wear cardigans even on the warmest days." The hurt lacing his tone pierced her deeply.

Her brows lifted at his statements. She hadn't realized he was so aware of her actions. "My distant family has… always made sure I knew I had no reason to be proud of my body." She confessed, instantly regretting it. She went on to abuse her bottom lip with her teeth. Her earliest memories were of the cruel school children bullying her because of her hefty frame and of her aunt placing her on a diet the age of ten after being chastened by more of numerous distant family members for having an overweight child. Even sitting in the darken interior of his pristine car she felt subconscious, tugging the material of her navy blue tunic forward to conceal the rolls that prodded from her sides.

Cradling her straight, delicate face in his grasp, he forced her to look straight at him. "Don't." He commanded sharply, unintentionally making her wince. "Don't you ever, ever listen to what they have to say about you, do you hear me, biwi? I meant every word I said back there; you're absolutely perfect the way you are now. I wouldn't change a hair on your head. You can join a gym or do some yoga if you want, but only do it if you want to, not because they told you to." He kissed her deeply, willing the sharp words of her relatives out of her mind. He channelled every unspoken feeling into the kiss, making sure she knew with every sweep of his tongue and nip of her lip just how precious she was.

"Promise me, biwi." he breathed against her cheek when they separated. "Promise me you'll never listen to them. You're a beautiful woman; my beautiful woman. You will never change in my eyes, not in five years; not in fifty years. I love you."

"I'll try," she mumbled against his lips, tears sliding freely down her face. "I swear I'll try."

"That's all I ask." And with that, RK lovingly gripped her generous hips and claimed her mouth once more😳😳😳.

love ya,

ViShRuTa😳

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