vanraj
".. what happened? At least say.. you are putting me through so much suspense!", I said, my heart paced wildly.
She stood before me, constantly blushing and unable to look up.
The house was empty.
Baa and Moti Baa were off to a relative's home. Bapuji had taken Dolly to the dance class. I had just stepped back from office, when I found her blushing constantly.
That meant something had happened.
But what, I couldn't quite figure out.
It had just been a year and a half of our marriage, and I was still learning the meaning of her behaviour.
After bathing I had finally cornered her.
And she had blurted out, "It's a surprise.."
I drew in another deep breath.
"Fine. I am going to get angry now.", I said crossing my arms before me.
She looked up in despair.
"You always get angry..", she said furrowing her brows, sounding mildly annoyed.
"Then tell me.. why are you blushing so much?", I asked.
She simply wrapped her arms around my torso, resting her head on my chest.
"Your heart is beating so fast..", she said in a whisper.
"What else did you expect? You are not even telling me about your surprise.. or whatever..", I stated irritably.
I softly wrapped my arms around her.
She hugged me tighter.
"I don't know how to say it..", she whispered.
"Uff! Anupamaa I am going to die of suspense now! You always do this-"
"We are going to have a guest-"
"Guest?! Oh please! No! Again guests will come and Baa will make me sleep at the balcony, away from you-"
"Small guest-"
"Doesn't matter! Big or small! Guests are annoying! After surviving with so much work I come back home in hope to have a peaceful sleep with my wife and-"
"You're going to be Papa!", She finally shouted, half annoyed with my rant.
"I know I am going-"
I paused.
I was going too with the flow I realised.
I released her of the hug, and looked down at her.
"One minute.. what-what did you-"
She just nodded, blushing, holding my hand tightly.
I felt a gush of strange emotions.
It was unexplainable.
I felt nervous.
A father, and I?
"It's true.. I-I got to know only this morning. I did not tell anyone.. I wanted you to know first..", she said entwining her fingers with mine.
"But.. I mean.. aren't we too young for this.. like.. I am still mentally a twelve years old, and you are not more than five.", She looked up with an amused expression.
"Sorry ha.. I am definitely mentally older than you..", she said,
"And we'll manage.. trust me."
I never exactly mentioned but I trusted her more than my own self sometimes.
I placed my hand on her cheek.
"I-I don't know how good a father I will be.. I mean..", I was at a loss of words.
She held my hand.
"You'll be a very good one. Even if we are not the best couple, we'd try to be the best parents."
I didn't love her.
But somehow there was something about her that pulled me towards her.
She wasn't some other worldly apsara, but she was beautiful.
Her internal beauty was way more captivating.
I edged closer and softly kissed her forehead.
"Anupamaa! The tea is not ready yet?!", This was Baa.
She immediately stepped away.
"You come fast okay.. I have to run.", She said jogging out.
"Carefully..", I whispered in vain.
I smiled as I watched her run back into the kitchen, as jovial as ever.
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anupamaa:
I felt him stir in his sleep.
My head rested on his bare chest.
His arm around my body, pulling me closer to himself.
My lips curved into a smile.
It had been so long since we've found each other this way in the morning.
The starting of our marriage was typical arranged marriage bliss.
Awkward glances, him bringing in gifts secretly, me making his favourite things at three in the night.
I never felt unhappy with him.
Even if he never loved me, he didn't let me know of it.
He'd do everything a lover would, until his mother found out of course.
The first time we had edged close, I remember being terribly nervous, yet overridden by hormones.
It was like a teenage fantasy romance.
But now it was different.
Now I truly knew him, knew his vulnerabilities and strengths.
The five year gap had done us good.
"Toshu ke Papa..", I whispered, the words were laced with my admiration for him.
They had always been that way.
"Anu..", he mumbled, in his dream.
"I love you.. to the moon and back.", I whispered softly kissing his jawline.
He slowly opened his eyes.
His lips instantly curved into a beautiful smile.
He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
Looking at me with the affection of the world.
"I love you too.", He said, his voice was still raspy with all that crying.
His eyes were swollen.
I softly placed my finger over that bruise on his face. He winced slightly.
"How did this happen?"
"Amit punched me on the face.", He said.
"What?! How dare he touch you! I will not leave him-"
"Ssshh..", he whispered with an amused smile.
But I was absolutely riled up.
I looked at him in shock and annoyance now.
That dimwitted nutshell dared to hurt my boyfriend.
"No! I am going to-"
"He's under arrest now. The police will do your job.", He said as he placed his hand on my cheek comfortingly.
"And that ex girlfriend of yours.. did she try to do something?", I asked.
His smile grew wider.
"Ah.. she did but she wasn't even close to your hotness factor.", He said.
"Do you find anyone hot except me nowdays?", I asked, expecting the obvious answer.
He raised a brow.
"I obviously find other women hotter. Is that a question?", He asked.
Ouch. A dent on my newly formed girlfriend ego.
"Who are these women?", I asked coldly.
"Ah.. There are three.", He said.
Huh!
"Toshu ki Mummy, Samar ki Mummy and Pakhi ki Mummy. Oh also, the new head of the International Dance Academy. They are exceedingly hot.", He said.
My boyfriend is the best.
He looked at me with a smarty smile.
My man was irresistible.
I pulled him into another kiss.
A good morning kiss.
Another fantasy checked.
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