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"Bhaisaab, take it from someone who's married for over 10 years. These arguments and cold shoulders will leave you two nowhere, especially so when your wife's pregnant."
For the nth time, she isn't my wife. Ahaan mentally rolled his eyes. Not wanting Ishqi's stupid yet smart plan to backfire on them, prevented him from saying the words out loud just on time.
Naam teen banda mean will definitely bite my head off the minute we're out this car. God, save me!
"Bhaisaab, ab inhe kon samjhaye? He always wants to pick a fight with me." She wailed instead, knowing she'd probably never get another opportunity to irritate him. And who would miss a chance to irritate Ahaan the Mahaan?
"Bhaisaab, this isn't right now is it? Your wife's pregnant with your child and you're fighting over small things? She needs your utmost care and attention at this time." He said taking a left turn and Ahaan nearly cursed out loud.
What the fudge!?
I'm sure his mind must be screaming 'what the fudge!?'. Ishqi almost snickered at her thoughts but soon covered it with a cough, seeing Ahaan discreetly pass her a glare.
"You tell me bhaisaab, he's angry over the fact I delayed us. He suggested taking a train in order to save money, and even though I initially refused knowing a problem will crop up given my pregnancy, he never budged. Now the blame is put on me." She looked out the window barely containing her smile.
"Bhaisaab, your wife's pregnant. At least, don't think of money at this stage." The poor guy suggested and Ahaan wondered what obsession the said man had with calling Ishqi his wife.
From which angle do we look married?
'Every angle you dumbass. Have you seen the way you'll argue? Or the way your heart threatens to beat out your ribcage whenever she's in trouble?'
He remained tongue tied to the argument his heart put forward and deemed it better not to think anything more for the sake of his sanity.
Little did he know, a specific girl by the name of Ishqi had blown him the Ishqi effect, and his sanity was long gone.
Looking to his side, he caught a glimpse of the usual mischievous smile playing on Ishqi's lips and soon his lips slightly tilted into a smirk, thinking of something Ahaan Veer Malhotra wouldn't think of saying.
"Bhaisaab, I feel you're right." He called out to the man on the driver's seat, "Lekin kya kare? My wife here has become so moody since she's gotten pregnant, that she starts a fight every time I want to shower my love on her."
Ishqi almost choked on her spit, and from the corner of her eye saw him directing a smirk towards her.
How handsome!
Focus Ishqi, focus!
She mentally chided herself and was about to say something more, but nothing came out. What was she supposed to say?
"Bhaisaab, please tell him if his way of showering love is coming home late every night, toh rehne de. I don't want to know his definition of showering love." She said and mentally thanked the cliché wattpad stories she'd read for giving her this idea last minute.
"Bhaisaab please tell my wife to remember that every time I get home late, I always bring a bouquet of her favourite carnations and cook her favourite pasta as compensation." He cringed at the memory of Sonu always narrating all that she read on some cursed offline book app. Watt- what? Watt-something. However, he also mentally thanked her, for those very same cringe worthy scenes helped him in getting back to iss ladki.
"Bhaisaab, please tell my husband that I don't require anything other than his time and attention." She adorably pouted, and the words she just said out in jest, felt all too real.
"Bhaisaab, please tell my wife that even when I'm not physically near her, my heart never leaves her side. My love isn't dependent on physical closeness." He said, his heart on the verge of collapsing at what he just said.
Their eyes locked with each other's, lost in the words the other said. Their blissful reverie was, however, blissfully broken by the man on the front seat,
"Bhaisaab, Bhabiji please talk to each other. You don't have to involve me in every conversation." He meekly said, while Ahaan passed him a look that said then why the fudge did you play marriage counsellor a few minutes back.
"Waise, what are your names? All you two have been calling each other is Nandram ke mummy/papa."
I haven't called her anything, she has this obsession with the name Nandram. No ways will I allow her to name our child that.
'What the fudge!?' His heart nearly screamed out and his eyes widened at what his otherwise composed and collected mind just dared to utter.
"I'm Ishqi." She grinned.
"Ahaan Malhotra." He curtly said, purposely leaving out his middle name lest she calls him by the infamous Naam teen banda mean.
"Arey, pura naam bataye. Inke na, teen teen naam hai! Ahaan. Veer. Malhotra." She air quoted, punctuating his name with a slight pause between each name, "I've even given him a name, you know- Naam teen banda mean. He's got a whole shop of names by him. Whenever you're in need of names for your children or so, do give him a visit." She laughed making the man chuckle too, while Ahaan coughed back his laughter.
No way would I let her know her PJ made me laugh.
'A PJ it was, hey?'
Oh for the love of God, shut your mouth!
'I've no mouth for me to shut it, you dumb cow!'
I'm a brain you blind mouse!
Ahaan pressed his forehead in irritation. As if Ishqi wasn't enough, his mind and heart were hell bent on eating his head.Seems like not only does the Ishqi effect attack the mind, it does the heart too.
"By the way, ek baat kahoon?" The man spoke, and for the first time that day did Ahaan feel grateful that he spoke, "Ishqi-Ahaan sounds perfect! Ishqi Ahaan Malhotra definitely has a ring to it!"
Trust them when they said that their heart even surpassed the speed of light at that moment.
Ishqi Ahaan Malhotra
'It does have a ring to it.... Oh who am I kidding, it sounds perfect.' Both their lips tilted into the slightest of smiles.
"You said something?" Their voices rang out simultaneously.
"No." They said together, once again and immediately looked away while the man in front shook his head with a smile.
These two are so in love.
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"So sorry for the sudden disruption. I don't know why the car gave a problem out of the blue." The man smiled apologetically.
"No, no need to apologise. It's good, in a way. Ishqi needs to eat too, it's been over two hours she's had anything." Ahaan replied, still skeptical of the Dhaba, while Ishqi looked at him in surprise.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't take notice of the iron nail and before she knew it, she felt blood oozing the front of her palm.
"Ow!" She pulled back her hand and Ahaan took her hand in his, panic taking over his being.
"When will you learn to be careful, Ishqi? Look at what you've done now." He gently scolded her, inspecting the gash and visibly flinching at the relentless blood flow.
"Take this Bhaisaab." Said the man, who had gone to the owner for a first aid kit.
Thanking him, Ahaan gently placed her right palm on the table cleaning the wound as gently as possible, as she continued looking at him, his worry pleasantly surprising her. Slightly smiling at the couple, the man left them alone and decided on a random chat with the owner of the Dhaba.
"Just look how bad it's become and how much blood you're losing. You're diabetic, you should make sure you don't hurt yourself too much. As soon as we reach the resort, we'll go to the clinic first thing. Can't let you get infected." He rambled while Ishqi continued looking at him in admiration.
Inhe kya hua? Actually, mujhe kya hua? Why do I find his concern so endearing?
"Ouch!" The burn of the antiseptic ointment broke her chain of thoughts and Ahaan immediately apologised, occasionally blowing on the wound.
Once done bandaging it, he didn't know what overcame him and caressed her bandaged wound, "You should pay attention to your surroundings, Ishqi. There are those who can't bare to see you in pain."
I can't bare to see you in pain.
Hastily placing her hand back on the table, he picked the first aid kit and the bandage wrapper and made his way to where the owner was. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he came back seeing their table filled with authentic Punjabi food and took his seat next to Ishqi.
"Their food is really tasty. I usually visit them whenever I've got to travel out of the city." The man said placing a morsel of food in his mouth, while Ahaan gave him a polite smile in return.
"Kya hua?" Ahaan asked hearing her whimper slightly as she tried tearing the paratha.
"It's hurting." She whispered and without a word more, Ahaan put forward his morsel of food and when Ishqi looked at him in shock said, "Come on."
Reluctantly opening her mouth, he fed her the broken piece of gobi paratha while the man slightly smiled at them. He continued feeding her, without caring about the fact that he was hungry too given the fact he hadn't eaten the entire day. Ishqi, who realised that Ahaan hadn't eaten a morsel of food, mustered the stamina to endure the pain and tore her gobi paratha, and with trembling hands put it forward for him to eat.
Seeing her slightly shaking hand, that trembled due to pain, he gently took it into his as he asked, "What are you doing Ishqi? You're already hurt as it is, you can't use your hand without it hurting, yet you're doing what you are."
"You haven't yet eaten, and I know you hadn't had breakfast today. Come on, eat." She said in a low yet firm tone feeding him with her hands encased in his, his eyes glued to her face completely surprised.
"I'll eat by myself, you shouldn't be straining your hand." He said, reluctantly though, and she nodded her head in agreement, fighting the desire to feed him.
After their stomachs were filled, Ishqi made a quick visit to the bathroom while Ahaan and the man stayed behind,.
"Bhaisaab, can I say something?"
"Yes, of course."
"You two seem to be madly in love, your eyes explain the depth of your love. The love you're probably scared of proclaiming. Take it from someone who's married for so long, confess your love to her, isse rishte ki saari kadvahat door hongi."
He walked off to the car leaving Ahaan's mind in a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts. Feeling Ishqi's presence, he glanced her way and suddenly felt his heart beating sporadically. Soon enough, he felt his breath being knocked out at the realisation that there was some truth to the man's words. Looking upwards at the sky, he let out a slightly staggered breath wondering what games destiny was keen on playing with them.
"Chale?" She broke his chain of thoughts and he, with a weak smile, said yes.
As they walked towards the car, a few men were lustily looking at Ishqi, and she noticing their gaze, felt uncomfortable. In an everyday situation, she'd most probably break their jaw for having looked her way, but this certain man's presence right next to her left her in a puddle of nervous mess. It didn't take Ahaan long to find her body get stiff and his eyes wandered to the men who still eyed her top to bottom shamelessly. Balling his left hand in a tight fist lest all hell broke loose, he took her left hand in his right, locking their fingers as he passed them a death glare. Ishqi already seemed so scared, and he'd probably broken their limbs by now had he wanted to scare her more.
The man, once again, shook his head at the stubborn couple he met a few hours back.
He said it once, and he'll say it again,
They're so in love.
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