After a month.
Kapil sharma returns to the sharma family. Here is manju ! Feeling really happy seeing her hubby after long time.😃
At the Airport :
The Lady in light green frock nd chudi daar with dupatta set on her ryt shoulder. Hair left free for her curls to bounce as she kept Tapping her feet. Walking here nd there. Listen to others with all her attention nd eyes glued on the glass door. One glimpse. Just a glimpse after 1 month was her wish.
" oho manju baith ja ! Aaraha hoga bittu. Usne wapas tere paas hi aana h tu pareshaan na ho !" Said bua ignoring her pink cheek.
" oye hoye hoye hoye ! Nahi malkin nahi mila aapka phone. Nahi h gadi mein aur dadi aapka purse bhi nhi h" said raju panting a little.
" Moya raju kuch kaam ka nahi h. . . .bahu ja . . .tuhi ja kar. . . Le aa. . . .pata nahi iski aankhen h ya batane kuch theek se dikhaye hi nhi deta !" Scolded dadi.
" Dadi mein jaoun ?" And everyone turned to her.
" Aa. . . . . Matlab woh . . . Abhi ? Iss waqt. . . . Sharmaji. . . ." She stammered.
' Pls iss waqt mat bhejna. Sharmaji aate hi honge. Mujhe unse pehle milna h na. Mein chali gayi toh...nahi pls abhi nahi !' Was what she wanted to say.
Dadi, raju nd bua shared a look which said time-for-some-fun.
" oye manju chali ja na. Ab kya mummy ji jayegi iss umar mein itni dooor " said bua. Trying her best to send manju away from here nd dadi agreed.
Somehow convincing her they sent her nd as soon as she left they all laughed at her
irritated yet cute expressions.
Pushing the glass door. His family came in view with wide smiles on their faces but that one smile was missing which made him frown slightly.
Plastering a grin he walked to them. The greeting nd meeting session went on until finally bittu gathered courage to ask.
" bas itne hi log aaye ?" He asked his eyes scanning the airport.
Bua nd dadi chuckled mentally whilst raju smirked " saab ji aaj aap aane wale the. Barack obama nahi jo saarey log aayenge recieve karne " he said chuckling.
" oh acchaji mein sabse door tha iska yeh matlab nhi ke mein sabko bhool gaya. Mujhe yaad h ke humari family mein total paanch log h !" He said glaring at raju who simply refused to reply.
" oho ! Tu seedhe seedhe bolde na raju ke manju nahi aayi !" Bua chose to reply.
' nahi aayi ? Seriousely ? Sach mein nahi aayi ?. . . . .. kyun nahi aayi ?. . . . Kya yaar . . . . . Dil tod diya yaar' he thought.
" Oho ! Ek toh iss raju se na kuch kaam nahi hota ! Mera phone nhi dikhayi diya isse ?" She murmured whilst searching for her phone nd dadi's purse which were missing.
" lo milgaya purse lekin mera phone toh sach mein nahi h. . . . . Kahin mein ghar mein hi toh nahi bhoolgayi ? Oho ! Manju! Sharmaji ke chakkar mein chodh aayi apna phone !" She rolled her eyes after searching for one last time but still no ata no pata !
Groaning she walked back to them.
" dadi yeh raha purse " she said handing the purse to no idea whom ? as her eyes were glued on the glass door.
" dadi sharmaji abhi tak nahi aaye kya ? Kitni der hogayi ! I think hume unhe phone karke puchlena chahiye. Bua apna phone dengi pls " nd she kept on blabbering without looking back.
She forwarded her hand to take the phone but instead felt a pair of lips on her palm.
Her breathe got hitched in her throat as this feeling was familiar.
" jaaannn. .. . ." That same sweet voice once again filled her ears. Making her immensly happy nd relieved.
She turned with a huge grin which soon faded as she found dadi, bua nd raju laughing.
" sharmaji ?. . . . . Sharmaji kaha h ?" She asked 101 % sure he is here. She could sense. She could feel his presence near.
" offo bas karo na hasna ! Kaha h sharmaji?" She asked again impatient.
" aapke peeche !"
She quickly turned nd her breath stuck. That same million dollar wali smile with slight beard. Dark red t-shirt nd back jeans .Messy hair nd sun glasses made him look too cute yet handsome.
" if done checking me out then. . . . I desperately need a hug ! " he squealed like a kid.. Without any further thoughts she threw her arms around his neck nd hugged him tight. That same tight hug which they shared a month ago before he left.
" I missed you jaan " he whispered nuzzling in her soft hair.
She smiled " I missed you too jaan ki jaan "
She knew how much he loved to hear that 'jaan ki jaan' from her. she his jaan nd he her jaan ki jaan. They, our cute Mantu : *
Her arms were his fav place to rest in after a hard day.
"Ahem ahem agar aap dono ka hogaya ho toh ghar chalein ? Waha jaaker cont.inue kar lena. . . .public mein not allowed h bacche !" Informed dadi.
Their faces flushed as they slowly set apart. Trying their best to ignore those teasing looks shot at them.
When they are together. He can't stop his hand from locking with hers nor she could stop her fingers from filling those gaps in btween his fingers.
Glancing at eachother with a smile still on they followed their family.
The car ride was nice with bittu sharing his 1st ever amazing experience nd raju spoiling manju's surprise. Telling his saab ji how many dishes are cooked for him. How the house was cleaned nd how he helped manju in decorating mantu's room.
Manju felt heat rising in her cheeks as she noticed his intense gaze on her through the rear view mirrior nd also she was highly angry at raju who finally shut his mouth after recieving a murder glare from her.
They reached the house nd the surprise was No more a surprise all because of their dear servant raju.
Entering his room he found. . . . .
" Welcome " hung on the creamy wall. Balloons all here nd there with colourful balls of lights attached to the ceiling, hanging down. Everything neat, tidy , simple yet cute. "The feeling of returning my own house is unexplainable" he thought with a beautiful smile.
The real pleasure engulfed him when his gaze fell on the pictures covering the red wall. All their crazy, cute, romantic, candid pictures. He laughed looking at the crazy expressions manju gave when he irritated her nd that pic where she blushed as he kissed her. All her efforts were clearly seen making his heart swell with happiness. The best gift ever. Memories all captured.
During a wedding, in her beautiful white blouse nd red lehenga with her gaze fixed on her hand. Probably gawking at the perfect ring he gifted her before marriage. That blush increased her beauty.
That one pic attracted him as he leaned nd kissed it. Usually her pouts, blush nd after shower look can melt him easily but this pic was now his favourite.
After a nice shower he changed into his comfortable clothes.
" Sharmaji aajayiye khana lag gaya h ! " yelled manju from downstairs.
" Really ? Mujhe itni bhi bhook nhi lagi thi . . . . atleast upar toh aajati. Ek aur hug hi de deti !" He thought pouting.
" Aha kya khusboo h manju !! Hayo rabba ! Aaj toh sab punjabi h maza aajaye ga " said bua while filling her plate.
" pinky ! Tu akeli nahi h ghar mein ! Chup karke baith ja !"
" mummyji woh -"
" chup kar !" Nd manju shook her head smiling at the mother-daughter moment.
" ahan ! But Babes. . . .you know what. I am dieting " said bittu jokingly.
Manju narrowed her eyes " Khabar dar jo ek bhi dish bina taste kiye aap yaha se gaye toh ! " she said pointing her index finger to him nd he just raised his hand up in air saying " ok. . . .ok. . .patni ji jaisa aap kahey !"
Another fun filled day for the sharma family.
Tired everyone back in their rooms nd manju was keeping the water bottle in the refregirator. As soon as she turned, bumped into him.
" ah ! Sharmaji ! Aap bhi na !" He stuck his tongue out.
" Sorry" he mumbled nd after that she expected him to move so that she can go.
But he held her hand nd dragged her out of the kitchen.
" Sharmaji ?"
He stopped. Blinking twice. His hand placed under her knees nd the other holding her back. He lifted her in bridal style.
" Sharmaji.. . . . . Aap yeh. . . .pls. . . .neeche utariye. . . . Koi dekhlega. . . . Pls. . . Sharmaji pls. . . " she pleaded. As usual like every other girl's reaction.
" shhhu !!! We are married mrs sharma. Tum toh aise dar rahi ho jaise. . . . . Hum lovers chup chup kar mil rahe h !" He said nd she was about to say something but shut her mouth when he said " No pls ! I just need two things right now !" Climbing the stairs.
"What are they ?"
" A Good sleep nd.. . . . . you !" He whispered looking at her nd her cheeks turned pink again as they entered their room.
" Aaye haye pink cheeks" he teased followed by a wink.
She smacked his arm " shut up" making him chuckle.
" You know what ?" Walking to the bed.
" what ?"
" aajna bohot zyada wala pyaar aaraha h aap par" he said laying her down gently. Her tummy fluttered as her back hit the bed.
" puchogi nahi kyun ?" He asked after kissing her forehead.
Gupling " kyun ?"
" kyunki tumne mujhe purane khoobsurat din yaad diladiye bengali beauty.. . Thank you so much. . Abhi toh aadi deewar bhari h. . . . . Jab 100 saal purey hojayenge na tab toh pura kamra bharjayega. . . . Humari yaadoun se " he whispered. Balancing his weight on his elbows as he kissed her hands. His head rested just below her chin. Snuggling closer, making her heart flip.
How badly she missed all this over those 30 days.
Her fingers roamed in his hair nd he slowly dozed off.
A smile settled on her lips as she heard his soft snores.
Finally he slept peacefully. Turning her face she kissed his forehead making sure she doesnt disturb his sleep. What else she could have asked for when she has the best husband nd he has the best partner who is marked as his. Forever eachother's.
Romance is not just going on a date or spending hours praising eachother or all those cheesy lines or chanting ' I love you'
It's just. . . . pampering , caring, pecks on cheeks, falling asleep on his shoulder or her lap, waking up in his arms or her sweet way of awaking him every morning, making his breakfast. Helping her in chores, setting his messed up things everyday, giving her surprises, calling him to know if he had his lunch, having a cup of tea with her, listening to him how his day was , holding her hand, smiling when he smiles, kissing her forehead., respecting him, being a kid around her, playing cute with him, loving her nd loving him. . . . .
For them, doing anything nd everything for eachother as daily routine was romance.
Unique romance for unique couple : )