Um, hi? Mi Maya.
And I'm kinda into the whole Asmita-Abhimaan relationship, a bit of a closet romantic, I am. This has been in my mind from quite some time. Thought I'd just post it here.
I doubt anyone will be reading this, but if you are, I hope you like it.
Future fic, some time after they have confessed their love, or decided to do away with the contract coz they actually think of themselves as husband and wife, or just all of it, or whatever. Just a little drabble.
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Tujha
It was nice. Coming back home after a tiresome chase for the absconding criminal and crashing on her bed, no, their bed. And not alone, with Abhi.
It was really, really nice.
Especially when she bantered with him, head resting on his chest, his arms around her. She could lightly hit him like this, she told herself, when a voice in her head commented on how much of a romantic sap she'd become. And all because of this one, infuriating, lovable man.
"Tula tar mahitach aahe, asach aahe mi."
For once, she decided, she wasn't going to let him have the last word with this pet dialogue.
She moved in his arms so she could look at his face.
"Ho, asach aahe tu," she said, "ani asach aavadto mala."
She gently caressed his face as she spoke again.
"Ani asach, tu majha aahe. Fakt majha."
His heart near melted and he pulled her in for a kiss.
"Ho. Jashi tu majhi aahe, tasach mi tujha aahe. Ani nehmi rahnaar. Fakt, ani fakt, tujha."
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Uh yeah, it's a wrap.
~Maya