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Though I have almost left the forum, couldn't help writing this story that was teasing my mind. Hope you guys like it. Milind's dialogues are in red and Prachi's are in blue.
And this fic is dedicated to the coolest member I have met on this forum aka kuku..
Yo Basanti!!!!
Prachi's mobile rang with her favourite airtel tune composed by A. R. Rahman.
"Hello, Milind"
"Hey, love"
"I was dying to hear your voice. I was following the flight status and I just saw that your plane landed."
"Yes, I just came out of the plane."
"I am leaving from work now. I will come straight to the airport."
"Don't worry. I will take a taxi."
"No, I am coming"
"But drive safely"
"Okay. See you in an hour then"
"See you, honey"
Prachi reached her destination in about an hour. Entering the airport, she waited in the waiting lounge. Her eyes were fixed on the exit from where the passengers were making their way out of the airport. After five minutes, she called Milind's number and his mobile phone vibrated.
"Hey, honey. Are you at the airport already"
"Yes, but where are you?"
"I am at the luggage conveyer belt. It's taking ages. May be, I should just come out leaving my luggage behind."
"No, my gifts must be in it. You can't do that to me."
"Are you waiting for me or your gifts?"
Prachi giggles. "Oh come on. Don't you know the answer to your question?"
"Hmm, well, since you read my mind most of the time, I believe your answer is my answer."
"That makes me happy. I will keep talking to you until your luggage arrives"
"That's not a bad deal. Now tell me how much you missed me?"
"More than you would have missed me"
"I don't agree with that."
"Why is that so?"
"I don't think you would have missed me while taking shower. You would have rather had nice baths in boiling hot waters, with me not being there to turn the knob to the lowest temperatures."
"Milind, you are in a public place" Prachi blushes to beetroot red.
"Well, yes. But only I know, how much it hurts to be away from my darling wife for 120 hours. I am sure no one would mind. Your cheeks would have flamed. Hmm? Ummmmaaa" Milind kisses her over the phone.
"Milind, please" Prachi begs him blushing furthermore.
"But, tell me one thing. Is he still there?" Milind suddenly sounds serious.
"Who?"
"The one whom I hate."
"But who?"
"My enemy"
"Oh him, Well, yes he is still here."
"I told you, I don't want to see him when I come back to India"
"But what could I do? You know that I can't just force him to go away"
"Yep. You saw me off to America to entertain him"
"How mean is that!"
"At times I feel like I am your second husband and he is the first."
"Well, yes he has been giving me company since my teenage. But still, you are not fair to say he is in between us."
"But tell him in clear words, he has no right over my wife. You are mine and everything that belongs to you is solely mine."
"Oh Milind, sometimes you are so irrational" Prachi sounds annoyed.
"I have to get my luggage. I will hang up now. See you in a few minutes." Milind goes to pick his luggage.
When Prachi sees him coming out of the exit, she runs up to him to hug him. Milind hugs her too, reads her face in an intense gaze and walks out of the airport with her, pushing his luggage cart. They reach the car and Prachi hands him over the keys not wanting to drive. Milind details her about his business meeting while Prachi briefs him about the happenings at her work place, her visit to her mom's house and her nephew Ritwick's new pranks, who gets along with Milind better than everyone else. They reach home after about two hours stuck in the evening traffic.
"Milind, you didn't kiss me yet. Are you still annoyed with me?" Prachi asks as Milind takes his coat off in the bedroom.
"Not with you, but with my enemy." Milind grabs a set of nightclothes from the wardrobe and walks into the bathroom. Prachi heats up the food she had cooked in the morning. Milind joins her in the dining table and they start eating.
"Why do you have to pour on me your anger for him?" Prachi asks as Milind behaves cold during the dinner.
"Because you allow him in my space."
"Oh Milind. Stop behaving like a kid. You know I have no control over that enemy of yours. He does make his presence felt no matter.."
Milind gets up from his chair, washes his hands, brushes his teeth and goes inside the bedroom. Prachi too finishes her chores and joins him in the bed.
"Do you love me more or hate him more?"
"I honestly hate him from the deepest of my being. I don't even want to look at you when he is around, for I feel.." Milind says seriously.
Prachi's eyes fill up with tears. She turns her back to Milind and curls on a corner of the bed resting her head on her folded arm.
"Prachi, you got me wrong. I meant to say.."
"It's okay Milind. If you so don't want to see my face, I will go to my mom's house"
Milind forcefully turns her towards him by grabbing her arm. He encircles her waist with his hand and pulls her onto him.
"I will NOT let you go anywhere. I am not going to lose my battle with him"
"Oh, Milind'
"Yes, it's either him or me. He can't occupy you when I am with you" Milind traces Prachi's eye brows with his index finger and then moves to her cheek.
"Milind, don't do this"
"He has got to die. Saala kahin ka. How dare he occupy my beautiful wife's pretty face"
Milind squeezes Prachi's huge pimple on her cheek. It's a pimple that Prachi would get roughly on the first day of her period every month. Though Milind knows it wasn't in Prachi's abilities to avoid it, he hates the fact that his lovely wife's no-scar face gets conquered by this one pimple every month, without fail. He hates it so much that he calls it his enemy. Having seen it making its appearance, before he left for his business trip to the US, five days ago, Milind has been bothered by the thought of it often, whenever his wife's gorgeous face came to his mind. It has become almost dry now, which makes it easy for him to scrape it off of her cheek.
"Milind, it hurts" Prachi gasps as Milind finishes with cleaning the traces of the pimple.
"He is gone. If he dares to come back again, I will exterminate him" Milind says determined.
"You and your enemy" Prachi sighs lying on her back.
Milind moves closer to her, and kisses tenderly the spot from which he just had expelled the pimple. He pins his gaze into her eyes intently and says "Prachi, I can't tolerate anyone claiming what exclusively belongs to me. Your soul and every part of your body are simply mine, just like I am all yours. I will not allow anything or anyone to come between us".
"You are such a baby, Milind" says Prachi bursting into an instant laughter.
"I love you, my baby" Milind brushes her lips with his. Before she tries to return him the same words, he shuts her mouth invading it arrogantly with his lips igniting the passion between them, as their wild desires for each other come alive, yet again.
😳
And this fic is dedicated to the coolest member I have met on this forum aka kuku..
Yo Basanti!!!!
The Enemy
Prachi's mobile rang with her favourite airtel tune composed by A. R. Rahman.
"Hello, Milind"
"Hey, love"
"I was dying to hear your voice. I was following the flight status and I just saw that your plane landed."
"Yes, I just came out of the plane."
"I am leaving from work now. I will come straight to the airport."
"Don't worry. I will take a taxi."
"No, I am coming"
"But drive safely"
"Okay. See you in an hour then"
"See you, honey"
Prachi reached her destination in about an hour. Entering the airport, she waited in the waiting lounge. Her eyes were fixed on the exit from where the passengers were making their way out of the airport. After five minutes, she called Milind's number and his mobile phone vibrated.
"Hey, honey. Are you at the airport already"
"Yes, but where are you?"
"I am at the luggage conveyer belt. It's taking ages. May be, I should just come out leaving my luggage behind."
"No, my gifts must be in it. You can't do that to me."
"Are you waiting for me or your gifts?"
Prachi giggles. "Oh come on. Don't you know the answer to your question?"
"Hmm, well, since you read my mind most of the time, I believe your answer is my answer."
"That makes me happy. I will keep talking to you until your luggage arrives"
"That's not a bad deal. Now tell me how much you missed me?"
"More than you would have missed me"
"I don't agree with that."
"Why is that so?"
"I don't think you would have missed me while taking shower. You would have rather had nice baths in boiling hot waters, with me not being there to turn the knob to the lowest temperatures."
"Milind, you are in a public place" Prachi blushes to beetroot red.
"Well, yes. But only I know, how much it hurts to be away from my darling wife for 120 hours. I am sure no one would mind. Your cheeks would have flamed. Hmm? Ummmmaaa" Milind kisses her over the phone.
"Milind, please" Prachi begs him blushing furthermore.
"But, tell me one thing. Is he still there?" Milind suddenly sounds serious.
"Who?"
"The one whom I hate."
"But who?"
"My enemy"
"Oh him, Well, yes he is still here."
"I told you, I don't want to see him when I come back to India"
"But what could I do? You know that I can't just force him to go away"
"Yep. You saw me off to America to entertain him"
"How mean is that!"
"At times I feel like I am your second husband and he is the first."
"Well, yes he has been giving me company since my teenage. But still, you are not fair to say he is in between us."
"But tell him in clear words, he has no right over my wife. You are mine and everything that belongs to you is solely mine."
"Oh Milind, sometimes you are so irrational" Prachi sounds annoyed.
"I have to get my luggage. I will hang up now. See you in a few minutes." Milind goes to pick his luggage.
When Prachi sees him coming out of the exit, she runs up to him to hug him. Milind hugs her too, reads her face in an intense gaze and walks out of the airport with her, pushing his luggage cart. They reach the car and Prachi hands him over the keys not wanting to drive. Milind details her about his business meeting while Prachi briefs him about the happenings at her work place, her visit to her mom's house and her nephew Ritwick's new pranks, who gets along with Milind better than everyone else. They reach home after about two hours stuck in the evening traffic.
"Milind, you didn't kiss me yet. Are you still annoyed with me?" Prachi asks as Milind takes his coat off in the bedroom.
"Not with you, but with my enemy." Milind grabs a set of nightclothes from the wardrobe and walks into the bathroom. Prachi heats up the food she had cooked in the morning. Milind joins her in the dining table and they start eating.
"Why do you have to pour on me your anger for him?" Prachi asks as Milind behaves cold during the dinner.
"Because you allow him in my space."
"Oh Milind. Stop behaving like a kid. You know I have no control over that enemy of yours. He does make his presence felt no matter.."
Milind gets up from his chair, washes his hands, brushes his teeth and goes inside the bedroom. Prachi too finishes her chores and joins him in the bed.
"Do you love me more or hate him more?"
"I honestly hate him from the deepest of my being. I don't even want to look at you when he is around, for I feel.." Milind says seriously.
Prachi's eyes fill up with tears. She turns her back to Milind and curls on a corner of the bed resting her head on her folded arm.
"Prachi, you got me wrong. I meant to say.."
"It's okay Milind. If you so don't want to see my face, I will go to my mom's house"
Milind forcefully turns her towards him by grabbing her arm. He encircles her waist with his hand and pulls her onto him.
"I will NOT let you go anywhere. I am not going to lose my battle with him"
"Oh, Milind'
"Yes, it's either him or me. He can't occupy you when I am with you" Milind traces Prachi's eye brows with his index finger and then moves to her cheek.
"Milind, don't do this"
"He has got to die. Saala kahin ka. How dare he occupy my beautiful wife's pretty face"
Milind squeezes Prachi's huge pimple on her cheek. It's a pimple that Prachi would get roughly on the first day of her period every month. Though Milind knows it wasn't in Prachi's abilities to avoid it, he hates the fact that his lovely wife's no-scar face gets conquered by this one pimple every month, without fail. He hates it so much that he calls it his enemy. Having seen it making its appearance, before he left for his business trip to the US, five days ago, Milind has been bothered by the thought of it often, whenever his wife's gorgeous face came to his mind. It has become almost dry now, which makes it easy for him to scrape it off of her cheek.
"Milind, it hurts" Prachi gasps as Milind finishes with cleaning the traces of the pimple.
"He is gone. If he dares to come back again, I will exterminate him" Milind says determined.
"You and your enemy" Prachi sighs lying on her back.
Milind moves closer to her, and kisses tenderly the spot from which he just had expelled the pimple. He pins his gaze into her eyes intently and says "Prachi, I can't tolerate anyone claiming what exclusively belongs to me. Your soul and every part of your body are simply mine, just like I am all yours. I will not allow anything or anyone to come between us".
"You are such a baby, Milind" says Prachi bursting into an instant laughter.
"I love you, my baby" Milind brushes her lips with his. Before she tries to return him the same words, he shuts her mouth invading it arrogantly with his lips igniting the passion between them, as their wild desires for each other come alive, yet again.
😳
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