Serendipity

Episode #39 : Marital Bliss

SCENE 1

“...tu jo mere paas hai, mujhko na koi pyaas hai, meri mukammal ho gai har duaaa...”

Suman was singing to herself, a contented smile on her face as she put the tray loaded with cupcakes in the oven.

‘Oh they'll be ready in twenty minutes. Then I'll wake Abhi up and we'll have breakfast together.’ - she thought gleefully, her smile widening at the mere thought.

After making sure every kid was fine and sent home, they both had returned home around half past 11 in the night. And to say they were tired to the bones would be putting it lightly.

“What a day.” - Suman exhaled, chuckling as she and Abhimanyu walked down the corridor towards his room.

He came to a stop, frowning, as he spotted her suitcases outside the room. His questioning gaze sought to her to which she smiled.

“I asked the staff to drop these here as I'll take them inside myself. But I didn't enter. Infact, I took bath and got ready in the guest room.” - she explained.

The frown deepened as worry etched on his face. “But why ?” - he asked, turning fully to her.

“Because I wanted to step into your room with you.”

And his creased forehead smoothened in a flash. A smile took over his features, so soft that warmed her heart. He took hold of both her hands and interlaced their fingers together before using the very same joined hands to pull her closer.

“OUR room.”

Her heart fluttered. He was such a charmer.

“Our room.” - she echoed, entranced.

They both held the handles of the suitcases each and walked inside together. Suman couldn't help but admire the neat and organized room. The graceful wall colours, bedding, the study table, almirahs, the curtains, everything was screaming ‘Abhimanyu’. Her lips curled into a smile at his music corner which he often spoke so fondly of.

“If you want any changes in the decor or the furniture, you can do so at your will.” - he commented, calmly observing her observing the room.

She was noting the intercom numbers and at his comment, turned to him. “I love it the way it is Abhi.” - she said, walking towards him.

He was leaned against the wall and as she reached him, his hands automatically settled at her waist while she snaked her arms around his neck.

“I love you the way you are. And love everything you love the way it is.” - she spoke softly, her fingers absently playing with his hair.

A lazy smile crept upon his face. Exhaustion was practically dripping from his body language. His eyelids feeling heavy as well. Yet he was fighting the pestering sleep.

Her gaze softened further. “Take some rest Abhi. You direly need it.”

Although, she herself was tired due to the busy day but he was more because of the surgery. She guessed, he probably be having neck ache.

He shook his head in denial, as expected. “No. I'm fine love.”

‘Stubborn soul.’ - she thought, sighing.

Freeing herself from his hold, she dragged him by his arm to the bed and pushed him on it. He fell on his back, sure, but took hold of her hand at the last moment. Causing her to fall over him.

“Abhiii...” - she chided, a gasp leaving her mouth followed by a giggle.

He grinned. His eyes were nearly half closed as his body surrendered to the comfort of a bed. But he was stubborn to give up.