He sat me atop the bed having already wrapped me comfortably in a towel. I watched him walk into the closet, dressing himself in a pair of grey shorts. His torso still bare. Throwing me the shirt he'd held he exited the room announcing that he'd make breakfast until I joined. I gave him a nod pulling on the shirt before I pulled off the towel knowing well enough he'd stick around to peek. I leave my damp hair open over my shoulders deciding to let it air dry. Restraining from putting on much makeup I decide to work with a simple moisturizer and lip balm. Putting on my fuzzy slippers I move out of the room grabbing the discarded clothes from last night, putting them in the wash on the way. Walking into the kitchen, I sat atop the bar stool watching him over the counter as he cooked away very obviously engrossed in making the bread omelette as nice as he possibly could. I let myself stare down his back the marks of my own leaving my face red yet again. I was glad neither of us had shoot today. The fresh marks would just be awkward as hell. "Abhi bhi ghoorna hai ya breakfast kre?" Sidharth questioned chuckling as he put the plates against the counter taking a seat beside me after bringing the piping cups of tea. I shivered slightly feeling a gust of wind bow past, realizing the balcony door was open. The misty air outside carrying along the bustle of the city morning. I lean slightly into his shoulder feeling his free arm hook around my waist as he continued to devour the food urging me to do the same. I took a half of the sandwich, taking small bites as I let my mind play throwbacks to all the times I'd doubted trusting him for last night because if other people I'd heard of. The slight scare of being scarred and hurt instead or claimed and loved was a feeling I couldnt get over even though I knew he wasnt the type to leave after having me. I look up at his face, completely at ease. The teasing curve of his now softly pink lips seeming almost permanent. He'd been so extra careful both last night and this morning. The love he drowned me in the same. I was loving the pampering I was getting all morning. Especially since it was from him. "Ajj bahar movie dekhen? Mtlb woh swing pe poore blankets daal kr aur projector toh hai hi waha, kal dekha maine. Tab se soch rahi thi ki woh wall aise white kyun hai" I mumble taking a refreshing sip of the tea. He nodded chewing down the last if his meal.
Si - "Movie bhi theek hai but uske pehle kuch aur bhi krskte hai, only if you want og course"
S - "Kya?"
"Round 2 " he rasped turning so he was facing me, using his legs to pull the stool a tad bit closer. I smack his shoulder starting to move away, only to be pulled right back, locked in between his legs. "Is this yes or no?" He asked running his thumb along my freckled cheeks. "Sidharthhh" I mumble trying to fake the anger far from what I was feeling. He chuckled wrapping his arms around my torso pulling me slightly closer than I already was, taking my lips in his. We were disrupted uncountable minutes later, hearing the pestering phone ring across the room. I free myself rushing over to pick it up knowing itd be mom. I move back to where I stood before letting hun lock me in his hold yet again, this him with his facing my back. I answer the call putting it on speaker as his hands made way around my torso.
SM - "Sanu phone kyun nhi utha rahi thi tu, kal bhi kiya tha raat mein"
S - "Silent pe hoga mumma, aap bola kuch important tha?"
"Haye ni, nhi agar important na ho toh call nhi kr skti main teko? Kal toh shooy bhi nhi tha tera" she reverted in her usual taunting tone. I let out a soft giggle knowing the expression oh her face by heart. "Mera mtlb aise Nhi tha, woh aapne bola na ki kal bhi kiya toh bad isiliye." I murmur back feeling Sidharth nuzzle his head against the crook of my neck.
SM - "woh teri dadi ne roka aur viah ki date nikalwayi thi, Rita ji ne bhi. Dono dates match toh hogyi hai pr agar roke k direct baad, mtlb same week mein shaadi nhi krte to next date 4 saal baad ka hai. Tere Dadu ne toh haan bhi krdi hai same week k liye hi lekin tere papa ne tujhe aur Sidharth jo pehle puchne bola. Dekh vaise toh meri tune sun ni hai nhi lekin 4 saal bohut zyada hai puttar. Abhi tu hi dekh Aisa toh hai nhi ki tum dono next stage pe jaogr nhi Uske beech... fur kuch uch nich ho gyi toh faltu drama hoga issa acha toh abhi krlo. Munda toh 4 saal baad bhi same hai aur Abhi bhi."
I cough realizing what she'd meant by next stage, feeling Sidharths lips twitch into a smirk from the former frown hearing the same. "Main Sidharth se baat kr ke btaati hu aapko, shaam ko pakka" I mumble gesturing him to say mute. She ended the call a few minutes later further trying to explain why 4 years was too much. As if I hadn't already thought the same. I leaned into Sidharth still standing with my back towards him. He took a deep breath placing his head against my shoulder. "4 saal baad?" I ask, the distaste clear in my voice.
Si - "If you think thats happening after last night you're wrong."
S - "Mtlb? Last night Nhi hoti toh happen ho jata?"
"Bilkul...bhi nhi, tujhe already kaha hai ki tere saath na hone pe neend nhi aati mujhe." He confessed almost pissing me off with the pause between his first 3 words. "Fir? Roke k saath?" I ask knowing that was the only other option.
Si - "tujhe problem hai usse?"
S - "Nhi pr turant baad tour hai mera to-"
"So? Main saath chal lunga na jaan? Fir right after well take a honeymoon break." He murmured softly pecking the nape of my neck. "Tere shoots?" I question not liking the forgotten mention.
Si - "Business hai tab tak. Aur series bhi release ho jayega. Itll all workout. Tu bas bol ready to be officially Mrs.Sidharth Shukla or not?"
