Deal To Love

Shower Romance.

Soon sleep hovered them.

Keshav's PoV.

Sounds cheesy but I acted so much creepy with her. Well honestly I enjoyed the shower with her and looking at her expressions I guess she too also enjoyed it. After a sleep in her embrace I woke up. My phone buzzed with a message. It was from Basant. He sent me a photo. I was in awe looking how the baby was holding Monica's finger. I looked below the photo as he wrote. Uma. The baby was a girl.

Can't wait. coming tomorrow.
I texted him back.

At the very next moment Basant texted me with a smiley. I was really very happy for him. I again zoomed the picture of the baby. She was sleeping keeping her mouth open. I looked at Rai. She looks the same when sleeping.

The feeling was though mutual but I think I have hurt her in many ways. I use to blame myself for everything back then. But now I realise that if I can't have her in my life, I can't make my life better. She is the one I care about the most along my family.

I plugged my earphones and listened to the playlist she once shared. Her taste of music is not bad. I'm always a Ed Sheeran fan but I feel very relatable when I hear the retro song.

“Mera Dil bhi kitna paagal hai yeh pyaar toh tumse karta hain.. Mera dil bhi kitna paagal hain... Yeh pyaar toh tumse karta hain...” I suddenly stopped as my battery was dead. I again started to sing the song.

Mera dil bhi kitna paagal hain yeh pyaar toh tumse karta hain... Mera dil bhi kitna paagal hain yeh pyaar toh tumse karta hain.. par---

I paused as I forgot the lyrics but I heard a sweet feminine voice started with the lyrics.

-- par saamne jab tum aatey hon par samne jab tum aatey hon.. kuch bhi kehne se darta hain. O mere saajan O mere saajan.

Yes it was Rai obviously.

“Wow!” I was amazed by her voice. 
She smiled sheepishly.

“Well have you called Kinshuk?” she asked in a serious tone. I assured her that I called him.

“They are performing some rituals” I said.

She folded the quilt and kept it tidily.
POV ends.
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“ Basant, when we are going home?” Monica whined.

“ Just two days more baby.. we and our baby will soon enter in our home. ” Basant said while making the baby laugh.

Monica was happy. “ It looks like Uma will be Daddy's girl.” she chuckled while leaning.

“ Yes ofcourse she is my girl. I have proof. And I trust my wife. ” he said while playing.

Monica palmed her forehead at disbelief on his comment. “Dumbo!” she muttered.

“Uma will be beautiful like her mother.” Basant complemented.

Monica blushed but immediately covered it up. “Look, I'm her mother obviously she would get my traits. I have proof.”  she smirked looking the reaction of Basant at her Comment.

“Why are you saying like this? Dekha Uma? She always pressed me down. ” Basant complained to his one day old daughter.

“ Dekha Uma, your daddy is now blaming me.” Monica complained too.

Basant chuckled and hugged her tightly. “ Okay baba, sorry.. Grant me your pardon my highness.” he demanded dramatically.

“Granted!” She replied all smiling.
He kissed her forehead. “Are you hungry?” he asked. Monica nodded negatively. He caressed her hairs and pecked her lips. He made her to consume the medicines.

“Rest now okay!” Basant placed the quilt on her.

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Rai's POV.

We were really very  bored then  Keshav asked me to sleep again. As he is really very lazy cat. Meanwhile I popped up an idea to watch movies.

“Umm Hollywood or Bollywood?” I asked him.

“I don't know.. well if you are okay let's watch hollywood. ” He said.

I obeyed and played Twilight. It's my favorite movie in Hollywood. And the reason is obviously the Handsome God Robert Pattinson.

“ He is not so handsome Rai.” he said while I rolled my eyes at him.

“ Keshav don't lie. He is the epitome of Handsome. Look at his sharp jaw. Look at his eyes bro..” I was cut off when Keshav put a finger on my lips.

“Will you stop calling me bro...” he frowned.

“Got you.. Btw it was not brother wala bro. It was Dude wala bro. ”

“ Then use Dude instead.” he said.

“ How can I call my husband Dude?” I asked. Yes it was important. I always blurt something meaningless. Though I just pronounced bro, it doesn't mean that I'm his sister.

“ You talk very much!” He shut me up.
At this point I guess I literally talked much. But he is one who get irritated.

“Fine! I am not talking.” I folded my arms and zipped my lips.

****POV ENDS *****