MriAra FF||Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi||IMP note pg. 60 - Page 32

The next morning

"Mrityunjay, wake up sleepy head," I say "Let me sleep," he says and turns over, covering his ear with a pillow. "Mrityunjay!" I say, really loudly this time. "Sone de na Taara."

I look at the table on my side of the bed and see a glass of water. I stiffle my giggles as I pick it up. Mrityunjay had uncovered his face now and I dumped the glass of water on his face.

"Taara!" he yells, sitting up immediately. "What was that?"

"You wouldn't get up," I say innocently. He looks at me and turns. "What are you doing?" I ask.

I pick up the glass of water from my side and throw it at her face.

"Mrityunjay!" she screams. "You get what you do!" I tell her. She hmphs and turns away. "Oye. Ab chal uth. Mom will probably be coming here to tell you to do something," I say.

"First you have to say sorry. Is that how you behave with your wife?"

She crosses her arms and pouts, looking towards the window.

I sigh. Didn't think that this marriage thing would be this hard.

"Okay. I'm sorry Taara. I shouldn't have thrown water at you," I say. "It's okay. Now hurry up. We should go downstairs," she says, getting up.

Some things would never change.

***

"Taara, as the new daughter-in-law of this house, you have to complete the ritual," mom says as Mrityunjay and I sit down on the couch. "Yes mom of course. Just tell me what I have to do and I will do it," I say. "Today you have to make something sweet for everyone." Something sweet... hmm. I had the perfect idea.

After mom had told Taara to make something sweet, she had gone to the kitchen. I trailed behind her, wondering what she would make.

"What are you going to make?" I asked, standing behind her. "You'll know when I bring it out. And what are you doing here? Go out," she tells me.

Seeing her busy in her work, I decide to leave her to her work.

***

"Meetha tayaar hai," I hear Taara's singsong voice say. I turn around and see her walking towards the table with a tray in her hands.

Why is she so beautiful?

My eyes never left her once as she walked to the table.

"Mrityunjay. Mrityunjay."

My mom's voice brought me out of my trance.

"Ji mom?"

"We were talking about how you had to go to Mumbai soon. You're going to have to leave soon because there's one major deal that is yours to take care of."

I noticed the expression on Taara's face change. The smile was replaced with a lost look in her eyes.

"Excuse me, I'll be right back," she says and leaves.

"Um I'll be back too," I say and go after Taara.

***

I open the door to our room and see Taara sitting on the bed, the same lost expression on her face.

"Taara," I say, putting my hand on her shoulder. She turns and pulls me into a hug.

"Mrityunjay. Mujhe Mumbai nahi jaana. Mujhe Papa ke paas rehna hai," she says into my shoulder, a quite sob escaping her lips.

I run my fingers through her hair.

"Shh. No one's forcing you to come to Mumbai with me. You can stay here with uncle, err Papa."

"But Mrityunjay... I don't think I'll be able to do this on my own. I need you here with me. I don't know how, how long..."

She starts crying again. "Taara. I told you before that you have to be strong. For your dad. Now no more crying."

I pull her away from me and slowly wipe the tears off her cheeks.

"No more crying."

She nods and smiles a little.

"That's not your smile."

"Matlab?"

"Meaning that my Taara always laughs without caring. Like this."

I tickle her and she begins to laugh.

"Mrityunjay, Mrityunjay stop!"

Issi ladki se toh pyaar kiya hai maine. Hamesha hasti rehte, khush rehne waali, Taara. Yeh hai meri Taara.

A/N: Updated this after so long! Hope you all like it! Leave your likes and comments!

-- Kiret (: