Heyooo. I wrote another thing, this time a 2S. It's a little more light-hearted because all this heavy chiz in the episodes is getting to be a bit much honestly. Enjoy and let me know how you like it!
“Jab hum dono boodhe ho jaayenge, tab bhi aap mujhe aise, uthakar andar lekar jaayenge?” Ishqi was hoisted in her husband’s arms for the umpteenth time that week. Her stubborn husband’s arms.
“Mera bas chale, toh main tumhe har pal apne arms mein rakhun. Par kyar karun, iss se hi kaam chalana padega. Poori life iss room mein hum aise hi enter karenge. Ek saath.”
“Ishqi!” Chaachi’s voice called out, sounding frighteningly close for her comfort
She panicked. God, if chaachi saw them, she’d never live it down. This was a strange ritual AVM had begun- of carrying her into their room ever since he’d done it the first time after she had returned from her maasi’s place. 3 years ago. No matter what, unless he wasn’t at home, he never let her enter the room on her own two feet. Every single time, kisi na kisi bahane se, he managed to carry her in. She had no idea what he said to people when he disappeared after her, but no one had given her any weird looks so far, so it probably wasn’t that bad.
Speaking of weird looks, that was what was coming if Chaachi saw them. “Ahaan mujhe neeche utariye. Chaachi bula rahi hai. Agar dhoondte-dhoondte yahan aa gayi aur hume aise dekh liya toh...toh-”
“Toh kya? Husband apni wife ko nahin uthayega toh aur kaun uthayga Mrs Malhotra? Aur waise bhi, chaachi bhi toh day 1 se good news ki wait kar rahi hain. I’m just working towards that” The amused spark in his eye did not bode well for her or for her face, which was turning redder by the minute.
“Ahaan,” she whined.
“What Ahaan? Ab main apni wife to humare room ke andar lekar jaa raha hoon, isme kaunsi embarass hone waali baat hai? Main toh tumhe 70 ki age mein be aise hi uthake ander lekar jaaunga. Tumhe kya lagta hai, good news sirf chaachi ko chahiye?” His mouth may have been slightly pouty at her objections, but his eyes sparkled with mischief that she had come to associate with the AVM he became inside their room as he brought himself closer to her.
Her arms tightened their grip around his neck automatically, a long learned response. “Accha Mr. Malhotra? Toh batayiye, yeh kaunsi good news hai jiska aap wait kar rahe hain?” she spoke as innocently as she could muster
“Tumhe nahin pata? Hmm?” Ahaan took a few steps into the room before gently pushing the door closed behind him with his leg. He let her down and she immediately backed up a few steps
“Is that so Mrs. Ishqi...Ahaan...Veer...Malhotra?” With each word, he inched a step closer while she backed up until she was trapped with the bookcase behind her and his arms encasing the space around her.
In a bold move, she wound her arms around his neck once again, “Aapko yaad hai, humari shaadi ke time par, sabne kaha tha, ki itni jaldi shaadi karke hum galti kar rahe hain. Abhi toh humein theek se pyaar bhi nahin hua. Aur ab dekhiye. 3 saal ho gaye. Sabut ke sabut.” she said with a smug look on her face.
“What ke what? Ishqi 3 saal aur ab tak tumahri language na mere palle hi nahin padti.” Instant regret flooded him and he brought his face down on her shoulder, burrowing as deep into the crook of her neck as he humanly could, wishing that the floor could open up and swallow him whole right then. He could practically feel her glee bubbling up and he’d never quite regretted something that came out of his mouth as he did that sentence. Usually he was so good at censoring and checking himself before speaking. Usually. But then again, his wife prided herself on being the exception to all of his rules. Go figure.
“Hayyeee. Mere cuttuu se pati. Main marjawan. Palle hi nahi padti?” She pulled him towards the little ottaman at the foot of the bed, face still stuck in the crook of her neck.
His face was practically flaming. Ahaan was sure that if he looked up, he would see the red glow from his face reflected onto Ishqi’s. “Any chance we can forget I said that?”
“Chance hi nahin banta.” Sheer, unadulterated glee.
Yeah. He thought so. “Kya karna hoga mujhe?” He sighed. There would be a penalty to ensure that this never left their room.
“Zyada kuch nahin.”
Yeah right. He knew it could be as simple as taking her out for dinner to possibly family ke saamne kuch embarrassing karna. With Ishqi you never knew. It all depended on if he was dealing with his wife Ishqi or risky Ishqi.
Not that his wife Ishqi couldn’t be risky. Not at all. She was very risky.
Just, not as much as the old risky Ishqi. Oh right. Penalty. He shuddered.
“Bas mere ek question ka answer dena hoga.”
Question ka answer? Itna easy? There had to be a catch. There was always a catch. There was no way he was getting off that easy. Not with her. He scanned her face for any falsity. Finding none (yet) he allowed himself to relax, just a little. “Kaise answer?”
“Aap mujhe Kartik ko shaadi karne ke liye bhagaane ke liye help karenge?”
Yeh hua part 1. Part 2 will be up in a few hours once I give it a final look over!
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