Hey everyone! So I love writing but I’ve never really published anything in public and personally my “forte” per say is more prose and poetry but I am loving this show at the moment so I'm going try my hand with a OS of our beloved SaiRat. Bear with me since English is my first language so my Urdu/Hindi is subpar.
Virat walked into the room after an exhausting day at work. He rolled his shoulders and tried to get rid of the stress knots that made their way across his back. He’d had a long day at work with this new drug case they’d been working at and so he’d been leaving for work before the sun rose and returning way after sunset. He searched around the room looking for his child of a wife, someone he’d barely seen the past few days. Not finding her bag in the room he assumed she was probably still stuck at the hospital.
You'd think after moving out, they'd see more of each other but ever since Sai had started her residency, they'd both been overwhelmed with work.
He made his way across the condo down to the kitchen, searching for something to eat. He’d devoured the breakfast Sai had made for him at 1 pm and now he couldn’t wait to get some food in his belly. He grabbed and his cell and dialed Sai’s number.
“Hello”, she picked up.
“Sai where are you”
“I’m stuck with this complicated case we just got in the ER and so they paged me since there was so pediatric attending.”
Virat sighed and internally prayed that she’d get to come home soon. “Don't worry Sai, you take your time. Oh, by the way, have you eaten anything?”
“Nope, it’s just been one thing after another, and I’m starving. OH MY GOSH, I forgot to leave dinner for you”, she cried.
Virat let out a small chuckle and smiled in amusement, “I’ll cook something for dinner, you just concentrate on work and come home so we can eat together.”
Sai sighed, sometimes she loved this man so much. “Have I told you how much I love you” she said.
“You tell me every single day”
He hung up the phone and started to whip up some baked chicken with some vegetables. The truth was he actually enjoyed cooking, and with both of them working they’d learned to manage together. It had been a long time since they moved out of the Chavan house and it was days like these he missed his Aai’s home-cooked meals. With Sai’s residency placement being so far from home, and him getting a new promotion nearby as well, they both knew they’d have to move out for some time. And to be honest, he’d liked this time they'd gotten to spend, just the two of them.
Sai and he had reached a different level of their relationship and this one on one time had made their relationship grow even deeper. He set the food in the oven to keep warm, sat down on the couch, and turned the TV on to sit and wait for Sai.
“Virat. Virat, wake up”. Sai gently ran a hand over his still wet hair and smiled at his sleeping face. He always looked so different when he was asleep. To the world, he was ACP Virat Chavan, the no-nonsense and poker face officer. To her, he was the human child who loved mimicking and teasing her. She loved how easily he laughed. Even now he had a hint of a smile etched across his sleeping face. She shook her head and snapped out of her admiring her husband like a teenager and went back to wake him up.
“Hmm?”, he sleepily stirred awake and looked at her face with groggy eyes.
“Wake up Virat” she laughed, “It’s almost 11 and you still haven’t eaten you silly goose”.
He got up and quickly looked at the time, surprised that he’d slept for so long.
“Oh gosh, well hurry up and freshen up, I’ll go warm up the food.”
Sai got up and ran to shower and change. She stood underneath the hot water hitting her and tried to forget her workday. It was always hard for her to switch off from work mode. She always managed to bring her work worries and thoughts home with her and they’d haunt her at night. Somedays she really thought she wasn’t cut out for working with children, especially such sick children. But then she thought of their bright smiles and brave faces. This was her dream, most importantly this was her Abbaa’s dream. She’d been blessed in so many ways, with supportive in-laws and most importantly an amazing husband. Surely she could deal with this.
She got out of the shower and quickly changed, not bothering to dry her hair. She walked into the kitchen to see Virat transferring the food onto plates. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms across his back. He turned his head and smiled at her.
He didn’t have to ask, he knew she’d had a difficult day at work. Sai wasn’t very affectionate, a complete opposite from him. She loved people wholeheartedly but she’d never been a clingy partner. He knew something was on her mind whenever she just wanted to be close to him.
“Tum teek ho?” He asked
“Mhm, kuch nahi. The food smells amazing, let's eat”.
He didn’t press further and turned around to face her, balancing the two plates in his hands. He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead and then walked to the table.
"Your hair is still wet Sai, I've told you to dry your hair so you don't get sick. You always catch colds easily.
"Acha Aaaii, I'll do it after I eat. I'm too hungry to bother with anything right now", she gave him a little pout and sat down to eat.
Virat sighed in exasperation and grabbed the towel off the couch, "Come here you little minx, you never listen to me the first time. Of course, why would you listen, you're Sai Joshi, fighter champion."
Sai reluctantly walked over and sat down on the floor between his feet as he dried her hair with a towel. The truth was she loved him drying her hair. She sighed in content and leaned her head back resting it on his legs.
"All done".
She turned around and faced him.
"Thank you", she smiled. "Oh and by the way, I'm not Sai Joshi. "
"Oh really, well then please do tell me who are you, and what have you done with my wife"
"You idiot, I am Sai Joshi Chavan. Get it right"
He let out a laugh and grabbed her face. "You are such a little minx". He gently kissed her, inhaling the smell of her peony and jasmine body wash.
He pulled away and gently rested his head on her forehead. Breathing in her smell.
"Nope, I'm not a minx, I am a pathaka. Your pathaka. Remember, chota packet, barra dhmaka.
Afterward, they sat down on the couch together. Sai got up and grabbed a tub of ice cream from the fridge and plopped herself on the couch, snuggling into Virat’s arms. She loved his arms and hands. After losing her Abbaa, the thing she missed the most was his warm hands and his comforting arms. Her father always made her feel protected. She felt that with Virat. His arms had always protected her and she loved having them around her on difficult days.
Virat absently ran his hands up and down her arms as Sai ate straight out of the ice cream tub. They’d both had difficult jobs, so days like these were often. Ever since moving away, they’d both learned to be there for each other. Sometimes you didn’t have to talk about the days, but he knew him just being there was enough for her.
“Want to watch SpongeBob?” He asked as he turned to face her.
“Is that even a question ACP Chavan. Of course, I want to watch SpongeBob.”
He laughed and switched on the remote.
Sai looked up at her husband and smiled. It had been a long and exhausting day, but in the end, she had Virat by her side. And just like that, all her worries disappeared.
“Virat”
Virat turned to look at her and looked into those big eyes. Those big brown eyes that always spoke to him. Sometimes they didn’t even need to say anything and they’d understand. This was one of them. Her eyes shined with love, a love so deep and unfathomable that it made his breath hitch in his throat.
He pulled her tiny body closer to him and whispered in her hair, “I know, I love you too my little patakha.”
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