"Shit! Shit Shit Shit!" It was her pissed off scream that woke him up.He
looked at the clock. It was 5. In the morning. She was not in bed. She
never woke up that early. His wife was definitely a not a morning
person. As we all know how Vidushi is.π
Infact, she would be cuddled up and begging for five more minutes of sleep every morning. It wasn't really her fault though.
He smirked.
She was always worn out by the time he was done with her, tired and craving sleep not sugary words. βΊοΈβΊοΈ
"Oh. shit" The smell of something burning finally made him get out of
bed and rush to their small kitchen. She was standing there,hair up in a
ridiculous bun, wearing a large white apron and a pissed off look on
her face. She looked like she was going to burst into tears any moment
and he did not want her to be sad, especially not today. Aww,a typical caring Parthu!!π³
"Sweetheart, come here" he pulled her into a comforting hug. I can very well picture this one!!π€
"I burnt it. Again." she pouted,hugging her husband back
tightly,breathing in his familiar scent. Something about him being
around always calmed her down, made her more stable, more rational. More
understanding.
He made her a better person. True love does that to one.Was the same with her.π³
"Burnt what?" he broke away from the hug to at the sight she was glaring at.
On the table near the oven sat a forlorn cake.
A charred, ashy mess.
"What the hell were you trying to do?" he grabbed her hands, checking
them carefully for any burns or injuries. She was Unharmed.
Thankfully.
"Parth..I was..I just wanted cake ok?" she sighed, turning her eyes away from his questioning eyes.
Liar. She can't lie to him.Can she?π³
"You wanted cake toh mujhe baata diya hota. I'd have bought some." he
shook his head. His wife was not a domestic goddess in anyway. She kept
their small apartment well furnished, spotless and comforting. Wo bhi bahut hai!!π
Before she had moved in, It had only been a mere 1 bedroom cheap
apartment. Now, it was their home. She'd painted the white walls and
made them beautiful. The hall was a soft baby blue, the kitchen a
cheerful coffee and cream. The bedroom was a combination of their
favourite colours.
Purple and white.
Boldness and calm.
Two beautiful colours that complimented each other just like Vidushi Kumar-Kashyup complimented her husband.
They were opposites in every way.
He
had a bare existence. She loved making everything look beautiful. He
was fine with the terrace being empty. She went out and filled it with
small potted plants. Other little differences existed. Parth loved
cooking. And Vidushi... It was better for her to stay out of the
kitchen. Exactly!!π
"Parth! I want cake!" his wife's whine brought him back to her pleading face.
"Meri pyaari Vidu..." He put his hands on her shoulders and smiled
"Papa ki shop nahi hai ki 5 baje main cake laa sakunga. Be reasonable!"
"Cake
toh maang rahi hun. Koi diamond ring nahi" she rolled her eyes in her
typical manner, making him sigh. "Vidu, diamond ring main afford nahi
kar sakta. I made it very clear to you when I proposed to you."
"Mujhe diamond ring chahiye hi nahi.I want cake" she retorted, pissed off that he thought that she still was after money. Poor girl.
She had married him against all rational materialistic interests.
She loved him and the fact that he had grown to love her since their third year at FITE was enough for her. This line made me fall in love with VidArth again!!
She
had her own little interior design course going on and he was working.
She had already done a couple of remoldling assignments and she was
loving her life.
"Vidushi, meri
maa. No store is going to be open for you. Main cake kahaan se paida
karun?" he asked, already knowing her answer.
"Hubby
unlike me, you can cook. I want cake, you have the skills. So the
logical answer would be for you to bake me a cake. Chocolate." she
shoved a packet of cake mix into his hands and gave him her best puppy
face. awwwπ³
"I'm not using this mix.
I'm making it from scratch, Mrs Parth Kashyup." he slid his arm around
her waist "This time you will watch and learn."
"Parthu!"She squealed and beamed at him, excitement in her eyes.
"Get me the eggs. And butter and maida." He ordered.
"Okay!"
he watched her get him everything he asked her to. He loved it when she
didn't argue. She was a fiesty hellcat and sometimes she was a cuddly
kitten.
And right now, she was a ball of excitement.
" Mix this for me?" He pushed the bowl toward her. She could not possibly screw up the batter, could she?
"Okie!" she squealed, giggly and eager to please. She wanted something. And something was not the cake.
"Just concentrate on the batter. I don't want half the cake to be on
the counter. If you spill anything I'll sit back and make you clean it
up." he warned her, watching her smile grow wider. "Oh...Mr
Kashyup is going to order poor little me around..." her eyes were on the
bowl but her tone was taunting and excited. She loved him telling her
what to do. Especially in the kitchen. The kitchen was utterly his
domain.
"It's done. Get the
cake tin. And for god's sake butter it up. If you don't grease the tin
the cake will be hard to get out of the tin" He took the spoon and the
batter filled bowl out of her hands. "Okay. Lemme get the tin. I want
cream as well" she shoved the packet of whipped cream into his hands and
ran off to get the tin. 'Silly Wifu, I know you are up to something.'
he grinned at her,watching her intently. She was still in her nighdress.
And thanks to it being summer, her night dress was a treat to his eyes.
She was wearing white, lacey and just plain sexy. Hot VidArth!!βΊοΈ
"Cake?" she returned with the buttered up tin.
"Yup.
Just don't touch the cream." he warned, knowing her habit of eating
plain sweet cream with her fingers just like that before he could even
ice the cake.
"Grate the chocolate. If you want chocolate then go grate it." he ordered, pouring the batter into the baking tin.
"I
grated it already!" she declared, rushing to the fridge to remove a
stainless steel container. 'Definetly something is going on. She has
already grated the chocalate. She cribs everytime I ask her to grate
anything, this means I have to be alert!' he thought. The cake was in
the oven and half the chocolate was being melted into sauce for the
cake.
"Vidushi,sit down. Jumping
up and down is not going to make that cake cook faster."Parth pulled
his wife away from the their convention microwave. The cake had started
to rise a bit.
"Ok..the sauce is ready!" she ran to the stove, stirring the thick melted chocolatey goodness.
"Oh
god Vidushi! Come here." he caught her trying to sneak a spoonful of
the chocolate into her mouth. "I want something sweet and I want it
now!" her lips shaped into a pout.
"I've
got a solution for your problem" he smirked, pulling her against him.
Her lips curved into an eager smile. She knew what he was going to do.
He slowly brought his lips down to meet hers in a sweet kiss. She tasted
like...chocolate and whipped cream? He pulled away to lookat her
sheepish expression. "Sorrie?"she mummbled, her face red in shame. Awww...chori pakdi gayee!!π€£
"You are so..greedy" he captured her lips again, this time
grabbing her waist and pulling her body as close as he could to his own.
Lips collided with passion and love.Love he had never expected from her
after his cruel treatment of her. Love she had never thought would be
hers. But now, they had it, their perfect love. "Mmm...Parth. That was
so..."she couldn't complete her sentence beacuse his lips were on hers
again. "Less talking, more kissing" he groaned. Both of them took deep
breaths to compensate for their lack of air. "Parth..." She looked at
him, his naughty face making her squirm in delight.
"I love it when you say my name" he confessed, his hand caressing
her cheek gently. "I love it when you call me Mrs. KASHYUP" she
retorted, her hand on his cheek, ignoring the sting of his stubble on
her soft skin. She liked him with his stubble, it made him look hot.
She, however, would never tell him he looked hot to his face. "What are
you thinking of?" his voice interupted her thoughts about his hotness.
"You who else?" she confessed, cheeks flushing with heat. "Ok.Thank
god. Kissi aur ke bare me socha hota na..." he trailed off, eyeing her
lips hungrily "You are too greedy Mr Kashyup" she teased, poking a long
finger into his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. "Oy,
don't poke me!" he warned, his arms tightening around her like a vice, a
grin on his face. "Or what?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with
challenge. Unfortunately for her, he had a habit of accepting
challenges.
His hands moved
to her sensitive sides, tickling her for all he was worth.
"P...Pa...rth" she squealed, trying to free herself from his merciless
hands. "Awww..poor Vidu...Say sorry for poking your lord and husband"
his tone was a classic Parth taunt that she had often faced in college.
"Ne...ver" she squealed, refusing to give in. "Oh really? Give up!" he
tickled her more, sending her into bouts of giggles. "O...Ok...yo..u
Win!" she declared breathlessly, unable to take the toture anymore.
"See? I'm the best!" Parth claimed, grinning. Who would have thought
that Vidushi Kumar would have given in to shy, sweet Parth Kashyup?
Sanyukta had been shocked when Parth had asked Vidushi out. But not
Randhir. Randhir had always been smart enough. He had known it was
inevitable. As inevitable as his own marriage to Sanyukta.
The beeping of the microwave made them snap out of their
thoughts. Finally!!π
Vidushi removed Parth's hands from her waist and ran to the
oven. The cake was a delightful, fluffy sponge. Perfect. Just like her
Masterchef husband. "Let it cool down greedy!" Parth took the cake out
of the oven and set it on the wire rack to cool. "What will I do till it
cools?" Vidushi pouted. "I can suggest some options..."Parth kissed her
slowly. "Ok...now you cool down. Cake is cool. Decorating time!"
Vidushi dragged him over to grab the cream, chocolate and chocolate
chips.
Fifteen minutes later, Parth looked at his masterpiece. No, not the amazing mouthwatering chocolate cake.
The happiness in his wife's eyes. Beautiful!βοΈ
"It's
perfect." tears had started to fall from her eyes. He was confused.
"Why are you crying Vidu?" he took her face in his hands and gently
wiped off her tears.
"I'm so
useless. I can't even bake my husband a cake!" she hid her face,
embarrasment colouring her cheeks. "Hey...hey! Listen to me ok? You are
not useless ok? You are talented, creative, passionate, delightful,
witty and you are my wife. You are the only one I have in this world.
You are my reason for being happy. Don't ever call yourself worthless or
useless" he hugged her. "And by the way, why did you want to bake me a
cake?" he asked.
Vidushi gave
him a shy smile "Happy 4th Anniversary Parth!" She had wanted to bake a
cake for him. Even when she was absolutely hopeless at it. He was
overwhelmed by the depths of her love. No one can ever love him the way she does.π³
"Are? What happened?" Vidushi asked, watching her husband's face turn tense.
"Nothing.
I was thinking I don't really deserve you. I'm broken. I've got
emotional baggage. I've treated you horribly. How can you love me?" his
voice broke a tiny bit at the end. We often wonder the same thing.
"I
love you.I deserve you and you deserve me ok? You made me a better
person with your love. You made me feel.You made me the woman I was
meant to be. You gave me hope. How can I not love the man who is the
best thing that ever happened to me?" she kissed him. "I love you."
Parth kissed her cheek. "I love you too. Cut the cake. I'm hungry!"she
pouted. "Let's cut it together, like we always do." he gave her the
knife. "Happy Anni...wifey" he sang in a silly voice, making her giggle
and sing as well . π³
The
cake was finally cut and eaten by two very willing people. They were
cuddling on the sofa, stomachs full as well as their hearts. "It was
delicious hubby. You are an amazing cook." Vidushi said in a contented
tone. "Why thanks wifey "Parth kissed her cheek. "You are so greedy."
She pushed him away playfully.
"Hey,
I want my anniversary present! That does not make me greedy ok?" Parth
defended himself. "The cake was my gift" Vidushi grinned.
"No way. I baked it. It was your gift. I want my gift" Parth kissed her cheek again.
"Too bad hubby, I have no gift for you."Vidushi winked at him.
"Too bad Wifey. Too bad. I guess I'll just have to take you then. And unwrap you." his eyes burned with mischief.
He was out of the sofa.
She was in his arms.
"Parth! What are you doing?" she squealed, clinging to him.
"I'm taking my present somewhere where I can enjoy her" He smirked.
Vidushi could only blush in response as they entered the place where they had made many happy memories.
I sooo want this scene to be true!! Would VidArth ever be so happy with each other?You rocked once again Ash!! Made my day!!π
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