Hello!
I’m back with another drabble after what seems to be forever! I like writing reflective pieces and I’ve tried to write one from Meet A’s view on things as they stand now.
Feedback and comments are always welcome! 😃
Cheers
Nupur
PS: IF is not letting me tag people! I don't how to fix that - if anyone knows, please send help.
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Has she always been this pretty, or am I just starting to see it now, Meet thought to himself as he watched his wife sleep.
It had become a habit of sorts for him these days to watch her when she wasn’t paying attention, which was rare because all his wife did these days was look for excuses to stare into his eyes. Not that he minded. On the contrary, he loved those moments because they were just theirs. Him and his Meet and no one else.
He’d asked her to be his girlfriend earlier in the day and he had felt his heart soar when she had agreed. Deep had laughed until he couldn’t breathe when he had heard. Biwi ko girlfriend kaun banata hai bhai, had been his exact reaction, but it hadn’t deterred Meet.
A part of him wished that they had been given the time and opportunity to have a regular courtship. He had met her enough times before, and if Manushi hadn’t been in the picture from the beginning, Meet knew that he would have eventually fallen for his Hathodi, and why wouldn’t he – there was truly no one like her.
He was so glad that they had finally been able to talk things through and clear the air between them. Yesterday when he hadn’t been able to speak to her had been hell for him. She had become everything to him; his rock, his sounding board, his comfort… no, she was the home he came back to every night and now she was his girlfriend too!
He thought back to when she said that he would have to spend money and buy her things to woo her. Meet, tum kaho toh apni puri duniya tumhein de dun, he thought to himself. He couldn’t wait to shower her with gifts and give her the love and attention she truly deserved. And who knows, if he played his cards right, she might even let him kiss her again.
Meet wished he had been a 100% sober for that kiss, because he was sure his hazy memories of what was perhaps the most electrically charged and yet tender moment between them did not do justice to what he had truly felt.
Will she beat me with a stick if I try to kiss her again, he wondered. Guess I’ll try tomorrow and find out, he thought and chuckled at his wife’s antics… sorry, his girlfriend’s antics.
Taking one last look at her calm features, he felt a sense of peace envelope him as he closed his eyes with a small smile on his lips.
His last thought before drifting off was the next few days and weeks were going to be a lot of fun.
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Cricket
Kundali Bhagya
