Serenity - A collection of short stories

Mehenga Tohfa - Part 4

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First Person P.O.V (Male) 

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    7:45 am|Monday|On call 

Mishti ❤️: Hello? 

Chashmish 🤓 : Hello *pants*

Mishti ❤️ : Aap sasein kyu bhar rahe ho? Aur na hi aapka 7'o clock good morning aaya?  (Why are you panting? And I didn't receive your good morning today?)

Chashmish 🤓 : Kyuki me late hu. And Good morning wifey. (Because I'm late today.)

Mishti ❤️ : *smiles* Good morning pati dev. Aur late kyu hai aap?  (Good morning Hubby. And why are you late?)

Chashmish 🤓 : *dries hair* Kyuki I ate out late night and came late too ... Shit yaar ye button tuta hai. 2 minute ruko.  (Shit the button is broken. Wait for 2 minutes please.)

Mishti ❤️ : *after 2 min* Ho Gaya?  (Is it done?)

Chasmish 🤓 : Han g. Bolo. *Wears shirt*  (Yes. Tell me what you wanted to speak.)

Mishti ❤️ : Kuchh nahi aap bolo. *giggles*  (Nothing, you tell.)

Chashmish 🤓 : *smiles* Fir to aap ye btao Mishti ki kab aa rahi hai aap ghar?  (Then please tell Mishti when are you planning to come back?)

Mishti ❤️ : *fake gasps* Itni jaldi thak gaye?  (You got tired so early.)

Chashmish 🤓: *pauses and says seriously* Shayad...  (Maybe...)

Mishti ❤️ : Hmm. *Silent for a few seconds* Me bolti hu papa ko parso ki tickets karne ke liye.  (Ok. I'll tell dad to book the tickets.)

Chashmish 🤓 : Nahi me kar dunga. I'll send the details.  (No , I'll book them.)

Mishti ❤️ : *softly* Koi nahi Mukul ji papa kar denge.  (It's Ok Mukul ji , Papa will book them.)

Chashmish 🤓 : *stern voice* Mishti, rehne do me kar dunga.  (Mishti , let it be I'll do it.)

'He didn't want her to depend on someone in his presence be it her father. These minute things often took form of taunts. Maybe she was aware of what he felt.'

Mishti ❤️ : Okay. 

Chashmish 🤓 : Hmm. Dhyaan rakhna. Ttyl. *kisses*  (Yes. Take care.)

Mishti ❤️ : *grins widely* Ji. Bye. 

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First Person P.O.V. (Female)

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After 2 days

I am currently sitting in a cab , dressed in a dark green off shoulder dress and eagerly awaiting to step inside my 'home'. It is so strange right, one day you are unmarried , happy and content with your parents and the life you have created and suddenly a prince charming sweeps you off your feet and now you don't want to be away from him for too long. These ten days felt like an eternity, I am feeling parched of that Chashmish's affection.

That 5"9' human took my heart away 2 years ago. Yes, I am aware of my love for him and at times it gets so overwhelming that I want to shout it from the top of a cliff. But haven't yet confessed it to him. I didn't want him to take to his heels. 

I have known Mukul ji since forever. Our fathers are fast friends. Encountering each other on events was inevitable. We have seen each other grow up , but never had a single close interaction. We are two unalike people. He has always kept to himself. He has had no friendly ties among our social circle, but I know he has his school friends who are still together. He is everything I asked for in my silent prayers.