Ranvijay was working on his computer in his company, it was almost past the lunch time. His focus got disrupted with the sound of his ringtone. But soon his frown changed to a soft smile seeing the name flashing on his mobile screen. Niharika.
Ranvijay POV.
"Hey."
"Don't hey me. Am real real mad here. I am bored."
"Tsk, who told you to fly over the stairs then Mrs. Niharika Ranvijay?"
"Hawwww, you have the audacity to mock me in this state! Don't you have shame! Your wife is lying on this bed like ugly jobless potato and you're mocking me! How rude, Mr. Ranvijay Niharika!!!!"
Ranvijay heartily chuckled at her words, "Your husband is the one suffering here Ms. Wife. He is doing extra work! So he is the one to be pitied!"
"You make no sense, you know, I am having a feeling to bite something real bad, Can I bite you? I should bite you. Then your head will come in the right track!"
"Sorry madam, but I don't have time to get 4 injections, I have a lame wife to tend."
"Rude, am not gonna talk to you. Bye."
"Bye."
"Won't you say anything else?" Niharika whined.
"Nope!"
"Okay, bye." Niharika aggressively ended the call.
Ranvijay shook his head and went back to his work with a warm smile on his face.
Niharika POV.
Although I feigned anger, I was bubbling with this strange feeling of giddiness. I know I am weird and surely bored to death, since I have sprained my ankle.
Yes, I sprained my ankle. How? My clumsy ass was prancing around the house, and some miscommunication between the floor and my feet happened, resulting my sweet ass to kiss the floor, with a shooting pain in my ankle.
God's grace, it was a Saturday, and Ranvijay was home earlier. To be honest, I was enjoying this way too much, for the care Ranvijay has been taking of me since then. From house chores to applying gel and the crepe bandage, he is doing it all. But, today being Monday, he has to go to his office and here I am bored to hell!
What? He isn't like that heroes in stories who would work from home for their sick wife. Wattpad only feeds you lie (puffing cheeks, and crossed arms in front of chest, but no stomping cause ankle sprained).
He also didn't cook dinner like those lovey dovey husbands, simply because he can't cook a thing except coffee. And oh burnt toasts. But, he surely can order, and has ordered every meal since I sprained my ankle, and has been helping to walk to bathroom or anywhere in the home with his support.
Another reality check, he only grabs my waist and supports my body on his side, and doesn't carry me bridal style.( again puffed cheeks and crossed arms)
But the tiny efforts he is making, is enough to sail my boat. Each and every moment my heart skips a beat, when he helps me to stand up, or when he brings everything to the bed for me.
For someone, who is delusional about a clean bed, this means a lot, atleast I know that. And each time, he is doing such things these past 2 days, my heart swells up with pride and becomes hyperactive while pumping blood. So much so, that someone from a mile away can also hear it working.
This morning also, before going to office, he adjusted everything, placed some books and the laptop for me to not get bored, kept snacks and water on the bedside table. Even ordered me lunch from his office, without asking me.
Honestly, the pain is gone now, I was just prolonging it to have some more of his affection. But, this bored me to death, so I better end this today.
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Ranvijay came back home early from his office. He couldn't miss it, neither he wanted to miss it, but something in him was urging him to go back to his wife early. So, he wrapped up his work as early as possible, leaving every thing that could be done tomorrow and rushed home with some delightful chicken tandoori (for his wife to bite that and spare his innocent biceps).
This has become their tiny habit, whenever Niharika would be mad or jealous, she would say nothing but simple bite his bicep or shoulder, which ever comes to her range at that point of time. Ranvijay too has get used to it, and often offer his arm to Niharika as a peace offering to bite, whenever he pisses her to the extreme.
Ranvijay POV.
I entered home using my keys, God, I could've get deaf! The house was blasting with music. This Niharika is mad or what!
"You can't stop me loving myself, Ohh ooh oouu oo", there she is screaming the lyrics along with the music system.
Sometimes, I can't understand her obsession with BTS, like I am not jealous, I know am better looking than them, no matter how much she disagrees.
I scurried towards the room, only to find her dancing with her hands with the laptop on her lap. She sure have connected it with the music system.
I intentionally knocked on the door, gaining her attention. When I showed her the packet in my hand, I saw her eyes widening like saucers. She removed the laptop from her lap, and literally ran like a Cheetah to me, "You brought chicken tandoori?" She asked with a big smile on her face.
When I nodded, she leaped on me in joy, her and her eternal love for chicken. I caught her in my arms, hugging her back. The best feeling in the world after a chaotic day. She nuzzled her head in my neck, I too hid my face in her hair, getting lost in the moment.
Wait a minute.
This girl.
-Niharika..
- Hmmm..?
I loosened the hug and nudged her to look at me.
- what?
- Your ankle was sprained right? How come you run fast like this huh?
Reality dawned upon her.
- Hehe. Yeah, that.. umm.
- Yes? That?
She tried to escape from me, but I tightened my grip asking, " Were you fooling me? Huh?"
-Foo..fool? No, not at all, what are you saying? It just got a bit better.
- Really?
-Yes!
- You aren't lying right.
- Ranvijay, are you doubting me?
- I see, you have started using my name.
I narrowed my eyes, and she was flustered like hell.Suddenly, the music system blasted with a romantic song.
"Mann yeh saheb ji,
Jane hein sab ji,
Phir bhi banaye bahane..
Naina nawabi jii,
Dekhe hein sab ji,
Phir naa samjhe ishaaree..."
We were staring at each other. She was staring into my eyes, as if she was reading my soul and collecting riches from my scattered rags.
She started swaying her hips from left and right, interlocking her hands behind my neck, making me sway with her too. Out of the blue she hypnotised me to dance with her.
"Dheere dheere, nainon ko dheere dheere
Jiya ko dheere dheere, bhaayo re Saibo
Dheere dheere, begaana dheere dheere
Apna sa dheere dheere, laage re Saibo..."
She broke the eye contact, unlocking her hands from behind me, tracing them over my shoulders. I didn't know who was me at that time. It was just like we were in our worlds, two utterly familiar strangers, prey to love at first sight, basking in the admiration of each other.
"Surkhhiyaan hain hawaaon mein
Do dilon ke milne ki
Ho.. arziyaan hain nazaaron mein
Lamha yeh tham jane kii.."
She looked into my face again, with her glittering eyes, as if I am the best creation of this world. Times like this, makes me feel like the luckiest human being on Earth. Her gaze, her love gives me the confidence, I never had, I never knew, I would require.
I took her hand and kissed her knuckles, before turning her with the rhythm and trapping again in my arms. Her back to my chest.
"O kaisi huzoori ji yeh lab dikhlaaye
Chuppi laga ke bhi ghazab hai yeh dhaaye
Dheere dheere, nainon ko dheere dheere
Jiya ko dheere dheere, bhaayo re Saibo.."
Nuzzling in her neck, while my arms were circled around her, I realized how true this was. She was drawing circles on my hands that circled her, resting her weight on me completely.
"Dheere dheere, begaana dheere dheere
Apna sa dheere dheere, laage re Saibo
Saibo… Saibo…
Dheere Dheere… Dheere Dheere…"
I twisted her twice by her wrist, so that she faces me. As the song neared its end, there was a soft ethereal glow on her face, a warm smile tugging her lips. She kept her head on my chest, hugging me once again, guess our heart beats are in sync.
The song ended, leaving a peaceful silence behind it, leaving us alone in our happy bubble. In this moment, my heart was screaming with all its force on top of its lungs, my mind and soul repeating, three words followed by a name.
I L O V E Y O U,I L O V E Y O U N I H A R I K A.
Niharika POV.
When Ranvijay caught my lie, I was just trying to escape the embarrassment. When Saibo started playing, I couldn't help but sway with him.
There were no words.
We just spoke with our eyes. His eyes were gleaming with thousand untold words, and I was just trying to find them to weave a story.
His eyes were screaming with those raging emotions, he failed to frame in words. When he turned me, and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, I felt like he was nudging me to recognize his emotion with out words. He was letting me to read his soul, and I wanted nothing but to let his soul have a warm cup of tea with some choco chip cookies and may be a samosa if he likes.
When he turned me again, I was amazed. How can be someone so broken yet so beautiful. So ignored yet the bravest of them all. He makes me proud and feel lucky, that I got such a hardworking, gentle and pure hearted gem of a person as my husband. If it was on me, I would run around the world, shouting how lucky I am, what a wonderful husband I got!
As the song ended, we were still lost in our world. I could feel his heart beat in sync with mine. Calm and peaceful.
Please God. Let us live happily, let me be his sanctuary, his safe place, his HOME.
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Unknown POV.
"Mom, you know right, how much I need that company right now?"
"Don't worry son, we will see something."
"Mom, you already told that once Ranvijay gets married, it would be easier to snatch his company, it's already a year mom. How long?"
"Son, I said you, I am looking into it. I will go and talk to Ranvijay, tomorrow."
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Hello everyone.
First of all, sorry to those who were waiting.
Secondly thanks for reading my book.
Things are about to get messy. Soon it will be the world against Ranvijay. Let's see if Ranvijay could handle one more blow or everything goes down way, if Niharika is able to be Support system or she just becomes the pawn in the game.
Also, to whoever stayed till last, here is the chicken tandoori they forgot while dancing.🍗🍗🍗. Have fun.
Please do comment, if you feel like there should be something different, something less or more.
Also if there is someone who doesn't know Hindi and wants to know the meaning of the lyrics, https://lyricsraag.com/saibo-song-translation-shor-in-the-city-film/
you can check their English translation, or can openly ask me, I will give the translated version in the comment box.
Thank you.😊😘🥰
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