Thikaana

Hundred and One

Sidharth had been preparing the rest of the dinner while his little crazy baby had just sat on the sofa with her fingers folded and with her big wide eyes just staring at the ring on her hand.

She just couldn't believe it was really happening and that all of it was really real. Her lips were slightly parted while she kept folding and unfolding her fingers and staring at the ring. She would then bring her hand closer, have a closer look at it, lift her face up to look at him, then back at her ring and tear up.

Sidharth had been quietly noticing her from across the kitchen counter and he was constantly shaking his head and chuckling at her craziness.

She was such a sweetheart. It was very amusing and beautiful to him how she was still numb and dazed about the whole thing and was still finding it hard to believe.

"Bas kar de pagal. Haath alag ho kar neeche gir jayega jitna tu usko upar neeche kar rahi hai" he smirked while stirring the vegetables she had cut, in the pan.

She instantly looked up at him and scowled.

"SHUSH.. Budhuuu" she told him off cutely while staring at her sparkling ring again.

He chuckled loudly.

"Main Budhuu? Gadho jesi harkatein tu kar rahi tab se aur budhu main hoon. Sahi hai" he teased.

She giggled as she bit her lower lip and looked up at her perfect man.

Oh he was so perfect. She saw how he stood there in all his glory cooking dinner for them just because she was tired. And that too because of how perfectly and passionately he had loved her right after proposing marriage to her.

Oh dear God. How did she ever get so lucky? He seemed like a dream to her. A beautiful dream that she had escaped to from Punjab. It was true.

That is what he really felt like, especially when she had just moved here from Punjab and met him. In those initial days, she felt like he was this perfect beautiful escape and dream that she had run to and found, away from Punjab and away from her terrible life.

She didn't want this dream to ever end. And now, this dream was soon going to become her husband. Her Husband. Oh God. She would really lose her sanity.

She saw how he had put his shirt back on and his thick hair were messy because of how she had tugged, ruffled and pulled at them. They looked messy but so sexy. She absolutely loved him like this.

Of course there was another kind of thrill and madness she felt inside her when he was all clean and shaved, his perfect hair wet and all set back and his perfect uniform adorning his body but this was so fucking special too.

This, messy and homely look of his, hair beard slightly grown, his hair all messy and slightly falling down on his head, he wearing his t-shirts and shorts, this was so perfect too.

This was home. This was her Sidharth. So there was absolutely no comparison to this look. It was her favorite. She smiled.

"Nahiii. Aap hi ho budhuuu jo mujhe tok rahay ho. Mai khush hoon na. Main aisay hi ghoorti rahungi apni beautiful ring ko abhi aaj kal parso tarso aur rozzzzzz. I cannot believe it is real" she giggled, staring at her hand again.

He looked up at that and smiled. His heart was so crazy for this girl.

"Ahan? Par ek baat bata. Tu itna ghoor rahi hi kyun hai? Aur ye utna unbelievable hai hi kyun tere liye? Kyun yakeen nahi araha tujhe k ye ho raha hai, han? That just means you didn't trust me enough. You thought I won't marry you. I'm hurt" he decided to pull her leg a little and enjoy her reactions.