It's been a week since we've returned from the small visit to my grandmother and since then I've fell into a routine. Which I look forward to see every morning.
It sure starts with an awkward situation of me finding myself way too close to Veer when I woke up, where I always had my head on his shoulder, sometimes on his arm or his chest.
Then unintentionally I stare at his morning face for minutes straight, and god knows why I watch his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes.
But that's not the worst part, it's when I want to feather my finger over his face from his forehead to chin just to feel his skin beneath it but my attention always pauses when it reach over the mole on his lower lip.
It's somehow captivating.
And no, it's not because I like him or anything else. It's just a curiosity the builds inside me from the day we return from village or maybe when I find our faces very close in the morning before I ran into bathroom to wash my face and return to my normal form.
Well just like the other days, I was forced to stare at his face from my own self until my elbow shakes in pain from holding my weight for too long.
Biting my lip as the pain jolts in my veins, I fell back on the bed and stretch my arm easing the pain. Once it was bearable, I silently pull the duvet aside and steps down. My ankle was fully healed now and from the last two days I've been going to office.
Wearing my fluffy and soft slippers which maa had got for me after seeing my swelled ankle, I take small steps and walks into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
My hair was a mess as I take a look at myself in the mirror, the rubber band which I used earlier to tie my hair is now at the verge of falling on the ground. Apparently it's better than starting your Dora the explora session in the morning on your bed just for a rubber band.
The locks of hair falls on my face before I tie them again and brush my teeth ignoring how my vermilion is slightly smudged now. Washing my face with cold water, I walked out.
My gaze fell on Veer and my steps halt, his white t-shirt was slightly ridden up giving me a glance of his toned muscles and how they flex whenever he breathes. I closed my eyes shut when I realised that I've started to stare him more than I should.
He would think of me some kind of creep, if he found me staring at him.
Shaking my head, I walked downstairs and made two cup of green tea. Though I should take it without sugar but I couldn't help myself and mix one fourth spoon of sugar in it because it doesn't taste good without sugar.
Placing the cups in a tray I marched upstairs and open the door gently so I won't make unnecessary noise. Closing the door behind me with a soft click, I turn around and found Veer already wake up.
Well that's the next thing which happens in the routine, we drink tea together. It starts when Veer bought a cup of green tea in the morning for me, the very next day when we reach back.
I asked him where's his tea, he didn't answer me but the next day he bought one cup for himself. And after my ankle healed I was the one who brings tea upstairs everyday.
I approach the bed, few strands of his hair were wet means he had already washed his face and return to bed. Placing the tray between us, I sit beside him maintaining a comfortable distance between us.
His eyes meets mine and a smile spreads on his lips, "Good morning." His voice was deep and huskier sending a shiver down my spine, even after so many morning I didn't get used to it.
Leaning against the headrest, I murmur "good morning." And take a sip of sweetened green tea, the taste was good and forced me to think how his tea was tasting as I didn't add sugar in his.
We sit in silence for few minutes until I feel his eyes on me or rather on the t-shirt I'm wearing which is apparentlyβ his. It's the same he gave me on the first night and jokes aside it's very comforting.
He didn't asked for the t-shirt again nor I didn't intend to give it either. It's our silent agreement that this t-shirt is mine now.
"You're looking cute." He said as always, ever since I mumble 'how cute' to myself in front of him and his talented ears caught that, and now he says it everyday.
I huff softly and muttered, "You too." He chuckled, shaking his head.
After finishing the tea, I went in to take a shower and get ready for office. By the time, I stepped out wearing a fuchsia pink suit with a sweetheart neckline.
Veer had already sitting on the couch; he had already taken a shower in the gym room because his hairs were still wet. He was was scrolling through his phone but upon seeing me, his fingers halt over the screen.
His eyes gaze from me from head to toe and he mumble, "cute." And I fought an urge to roll my eyes and slap myself for calling him cute that day.
Ignoring him, I walked to the dressing table which is now filled with my daily use products. Sitting on the cushion stool, I did my makeup and applied vermillion.
I rotate the circular bangle holder, searching for pink bangles to match my suit, until my eyes land on a darker shade of pink, the ones I know I haven't bought.
The colour was the same which I had shown Veer in the market that day, and he made me buy the blue ones. He even helped me to wear them that day, I still remember how gently he was doing that.
I chew on my inner cheek thinking how these bangles got here. Did he bought them? For me? Just the way I bought the bracelet for him, but why? And why I'm seeing them now not in the earlier seven days. When I got ready everyday sitting here.
My eyes flicks towards him through mirror, legs spread with elbows resting on knees, he was leaning forward holding the phone in his hand. His face was relaxed until the corner of his lip tips up.
I shook my head dwelling the thoughts away and take out the bangles, wearing them equally in both wrists. The colour compliments the fuchsia pink adding a new luxury to the outfit.
After wearing them, I wore small jhumkas and style my hairs in soft curls with dyson. Satisfied with my look, I stood up and sprinkle some vanilla perfume on me.
In a few seconds, Veer stands behind me. His tie was crooked a bit and he fixed it without looking at me.
As if feeling my eyes on him, he looks at me through the mirror and was about to touch my hair when I turn around and face him.
"Don't ruin it," I say, because he does this every chance he getsβ he ruffles my hair. And I have to fix them again, which I'm not in a mood right now.
He fought a smile that was threatening to appear on his face, "I'm not ruining them, I think they just need a little fix." That's all he said before threading his fingers in my hair and ruin them.
Again.
I gasp, "Veer!" And the smile comes on his lips, showing the dimple on his cheek.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment as if to control himself from laughing but then seeing my eyes on him, he schooled his expressions then say, "Accha sorry, I'll fix them."
I shake my head, "Aur kharab kar doge," I mumble, pushing my hairs behind my shoulders.
"Nahi karunga, I promise, okay." He said and tries to fix my hair with both of his hands whole I shoot glares at him. Few minutes later he asked, "Good?" And I turned to see in mirror.
Yup, they were in good condition now. A small pout forms on my lips as I push some strands behind my ear looking more presentable. Then I again face him.Β
"Is your ankle healed? Any pain or discomfort?" He asked looking down at my ankle, I nod mindlessly and the pout turns into a small smile on my lips. Because that's the next thing I look forward to see in routine.
His caring side, where no matter how many times I say, my ankle is healed. He would ask the same question with the same curiosity everyday.
"It is." I replied and turn to take the lowest heels I own or rather the lowest one I have here, they were nude and comfortable enough to walk around.
Wearing them, I face Veer as I feel his eyes on me.Β He was looking at me with arms crossed over his chest and was leaning against the wall. The smile on my lips itched to grow wider but I bite my inner cheek.
And taking a step towards him, I raise a brow then twirl around, silently asking how I'm looking. A smile touches his lips and he nods, gazing his eyes once again on my outfit.
Taking a step forward he stands in-front of me and gently pushed the silly strand of hair behind my ear and the bell of earring jingles in process, filling warmth inside my heart.
"I'll pick you up at 4 from your office." He said while nodding as if he's saying this to himself more than to me, and he lookedβ cute for some weird reasons.
But I shake my head, "There's noβ" only to get cut in middle by him. "I'm not asking Siya, I will pick you up so be ready." And all I could do was nod my head like a cat could do if we speak softly to them.
Well Bella does this thing whenever I saw Veer talking to her. He always speaks in whispers to her.
After grabbing my purse, I walked downstairs with him and soon welcomed by Ahaan, his cousin brother. He smiled at Veer with a teasing look on his face.
Then shifting his attention on me, a genuine smile was on his face, "good morning, bhabhi."
I greet him back, and we three walk to dinner table when Ahaan asked,
"So you guys are going for shopping, right?" I nod and his next question comes instantly "can I join?" To which mine and Veer's respond came together but with different opinions.
"Of-course." I said,
"No, you can't." Said Veer, prompting a fake frowning look on Ahaan's face, who sits in-front of me on dinning table and Veer sits on my left
already ignoring Ahaan.
"Seriously bhai? I didn't expected this from you." Ahaan said in disbelieve, watching Veer serving me food in plate not bothering to look at him, I whisper a thank you to him.
"You expected worse? Don't worry I'll do that to you if you want but not if it ruins my gentleman image." Veer, said in nonchalant tone.
"Who said you're a gentleman?" Ahaan retort, raising a brow.
"Everyone except you." Veer stares at him as if it's very knowable fact that everyone should know.
And then their banter continues for the rest of the breakfast. After finishing breakfast, we all three walked to the main door to go our office's. Where I say goodbye to Veer when he opened the door for me and Ahaan shoot a glare at him.
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Thirty minutes later, I stepped outside out of the car and gave the keys to the valet. Entering in the elevator, I pressed the button of my floor.
When the door of elevator opens, a rush of nervousness fills inside me. It's new like really new to me. I never felt nervous for walking through my office lobby or in front of my employees but ever since I got gotten married, things have been changing.
It felt different how employees looked at me with shy smiles when they saw me in desi attire. It was rare for me to wear traditional clothes to the office before marriage, but now I wear suits daily.
I walk past the hallway without looking at anyone and push open the door to my office. Taking off my heels, I wore the crocs that I had placed near the cabinet, as I tend to spend a lot of time in my office.
Heading towards the couch, I slumped on it placing my purse down on the couch. Inhaling a deep breath I closed my eyes mentally preparing myself for the day. There was a knock on my door, and I mumbled a come in.
"Good morning, ma'am." Ivan's spoke in his usual tone, the neutral almost like a robotic one. I lift my head over the couch until I can see him upside down, there's something wrong with me. Why am I behaving so unusual.
"Morning, Ivan, can you bring me a cup ofβ" I stopped midway thinking what I want to drink. Coffee seems too bitter for my mood right now and I'm not in a mood of my regular tea.
Maybe, "β a cup of iced tea." I say and all he does was nod his head in yes and leave the room.
Soon after he left, I go through some files and paste sticky notes on them regarding which one is need to recheck or ready to deliver to client.
Few minutes later, a knock comes and I again mumble a come in but instead of Ivan or any employee, a girl walks inside.
My eyes narrows at the girl, who was panting like she had run miles to come here. Her hair was a mess, and all over the place.
She inhale deep breathes few times until she can speak, "Hi, I'm Mysha. Iheardyouwantedsomeonewhocantraceaphonenumber?" After her name I couldn't understand a single word she said.
She speaks too fast for my brain right now.
"What?" My brows scrunch together and seeing her gulping down nothing but air, I passed her a glass of water.
She drink half of it then mumble a thanks, placing it back on the table. "Haan so I was saying, I heard you wanted someone who can trace a phone number?" She blurted out but this time in understandable words.
I was about to ask her how she knew about this, and more importantly, how she got inside? Is the security that stupid to let anybody in? But the door opens and Ivan steps in, with a cup of iced tea in his hand.
And when his eyes land on the approximately 5'4 figure, his steps halt and a questioning expressions paints his his face. "What are you doing here?" The curiosity in his voice deepens.
The girl, Mysha, waves her hand. "Oh, hi. I heard you wanted some hacker." Her voice lowers a bit, and she fumbles her fingers behind her back.
"Who told you that?" The question came instant from Ivan, he approached towards her and stood in-front of her but first he handed me the iced tea.
Mysha looks at me then at him and takes a step away from him. "You, actually you didn't told me but you were talking to my sister and I kind of heard that. And no, I wasn't eavesdropping, I swear. I was just passing by and β"
Ivan cuts her as she was blabbering her reason of knowing but end up getting cut off from her, "I wasn't β"
"oh wait, my friend is calling me." She holds up her phone, with an innocent smile on her face and walks towards the corner of room to talk.
My eyes scan her clothes: a long black skirt paired with a black t-shirt, a blue oversized jacket, and white sneakers.
I hold Ivan's gaze then take a sip of my iced tea before I say, "She doesn't look more than eighteen, Ivan. When I told you to bring any hacker I didn't mean a kid."
He glance at her then back at me, "I- the one I've contacted is on his way, and about her I'll send her home." My brows lift in amusement because, wow. Ivan is talking more than five words.
Taking his phone, he dialled the number. I leaned back on the couch and enjoy my tea. "He better not be late." Because I've to go for my reception shopping with Veer.
Ivan nods "I will call him." and walks to another corner of the room, placing the phone on his ear.
Meanwhile, the girl, Mysha, walks back tugging a strand behind her ear. Lifting her shoulders she asks, "So, which number you want to be traced? National or international? Oh, btw I loved your wedding pictures, you both looked so adorable and IT couple coded!"
A chuckle broke my lips listening to her complement, placing the cup on table, I give my attention to her. "it's a international one and no, you won't be tracing that for me, but thanks for the complement."
She frawns, her hands helplessly falls on the either side of her, "but why? I even ditched my mathematics class for this."
"You what, Mysha?" Ivan's voice was filled with disbelieve as he walked back and stands beside her.
Mysha, peer at him through her glasses then answer, "Leave my mathematics class?" But it came out as a question.
Ivan shakes his head, clearly not happy with what she said, taking a deep breath he said, "Take your bag and go back to your college," he pauses then asked "where is your bag?"
"In the classroom." Mysha looked down at her shoes, and I took a sip of iced tea. It's clear that they know each other.
"For gods sake, Mysha. You can't leave your classes like this, okay?" Ivan leans and holds her shoulder, trying to make eye contact with her but she was, I guess too embarrassed to look at him.
Fixing her glasses on her nose, she nods "Okay." She turns to leave but then stops hesitantly and walks towards me.
"I've a question and it's really important, can I ask?" She mumble, keeping her hands in front of her like a good girl.
Casting a look on Ivan, I turn to her and nod, "okay, ask."Β I sit straight and leans to listen.
She nervously bends and whispers in my ear,
"Does he have a girlfriend here in the office?" And my brows hiked up in shock mix with disbelieve.
"You're young," I say.
She nods and mutter in low voice, "And delusional I know, just tell me miss."
"I don't know anything about his love life." I shrugged my shoulders, whispering to her so Ivan won't listen to us.
Her eyes turn into doe eyes, and her voice comes out hopelessly, "Not even a little bit?" And I shake my head slowly at her. She fixed her glasses again, and whisper,
"Don't him what I'd asked you." I know she doesn't want him to know about her crush which I've discovered now. This girl, Mysha likes Ivan.
Oh my god.
"Why?" I ask her even though I had no intentions on telling this to Ivan and make things awkward between them, if she wanted she would have told him herself.
She closed her eyes for a brief second, then spoke in a duh tone, "Because it's against the girls girl code, and men should never be the reason to break it."
I nod at her girly spirit. She steps back and look at Ivan, who told her to go home, "Now, go home directly or else I'm going to call your sister."
Mysha looked at him, peering at him through the rim of her glasses then begins to make an excuse,"But I came here because I thought you might need help."
Ivan sighed softly and shake his head, "I don't need help from you, Mysha." Her expression fell even more and she marched towards the door muttering, "Muttal!"
As she left, I look at Ivan and he shakes his head. I shrugged my shoulders, holding the cup of iced tea in my hands. "Take these files with you and distribute them. Also tell them to get their work done by the weekend."
Telling this, I worked on the other files until the real hacker comes. Who somehow ends up being a fraud degree one. Ivan takes his frustration in him while I take mine out on Ivan.
After biding up the project and designing files, I look at the clock. It was nearly four, so I reapplied my gloss and wait for Veer.
Ten minute later, he knocked on my door and when I walk to wear my heels he suggested that I should wear the crocs instead of heels but I refuse to listen him and wore the heels.
He took the purse from my hand when we were walking towards the elevator and it earned me few aww from the employees.
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We entered an ethnic store. The receptionist welcomed us, and a personal assistant walked toward us to assist us further.
I feel Veer's hand touching my back gently, showing the gentlemanly thing he mentioned this morning. Surely, he is a gentleman, and I like that about him. A smile tugs on my lips.
The girl, our shopping assistant, showed us a room filled with different types of ethnic wear: lehengas, sarees, suits, and gowns.
"May I know what type of clothes are you're interested in, ma'am?" she asked in her extra-sweet voice. I never liked sugarcoated tongues. But I think I can handle her.
I roam my eyes everywhere, though I've already decided what I want: a saree. I'm not wearing a huge ass lehenga for my reception; I want to keep it simple yet graceful.
"I think I would like to go with sarees." I answer, smiling at her. She nods a bit hesitantly, then taps something on her tablet. A few seconds later, she calls some runners, and they bring several sarees hanging on a stand.
"Any colour preferences, ma'am?" I looked at Veer, who was sitting on the nearby couch, his attention solely on me. Then I remembered how he had asked me not to wear red in the ceremony that day, he was slightly annoyed by that.
Turning to the girl, I said "Red." Then I walked through the different shades and embroidered sarees, all of which looked exquisite.
"Would you like to try them, ma'am?" She asked and I shake my head, I've no mood to try each on of them. Squinting my eyes a bit, I take out two sarees from the stand and face Veer.
A mahogany red and a crimson red one. They both have different details in them looking beautiful on their own. But since I've this weird and 'I should definitely check on the doctor' urge inside me to ask Veer, I couldn't help myself and asked.
"Which one do you like?" My voice was low, feeling a bit nervous. What if he's thinking about how bad my choices are, while looking straight into my eyes and a small smile on his lips.
He stood up and walked toward me, then he held the saree near my face as if checking which one looked better on me. I gulp down feeling almost, almost shy by how he's looking at my face then back at the sarees.
When he took more time than I think, I suggested "maybe I should try a different color." And the tsk sound came instant. "Red suits you the most, and I think this one is the one for you." He said.
He said. Dragging my gaze to his left hand, I saw the crimson saree in his hand, the one he indicated by lifting it slightly. I lick my dry lips and ask one more time, "pkka?"
"Um hmm" he hummed, Why did his voice deepen so suddenly? I couldn't find the answer.
But I nod and turn to the girl, "I'll take the crimson one." I said and she requests to come with her for measurements. Giving a last look at Veer, I walked in a small curtain room.
After she took my measurements for the blouse, I tell her the design I've in my mind. Then I walked out the curtain room.
"Chalein?" Veer asked as he stands up and gives his card to assistant. I nod and walk beside him, the receptionist offered a small smile upon seeing him and gave his card back to him.
As we walk back to the car, I said keeping my voice a bit low "I could've paid for that, you know there's no need for spending your money on me." Because I feel like, now I owe him something.
Instead of answering me, he hold my hand and silently cross the road even though it was red light. And at the times like this, my heart seemed to do its favourite thing; to skip a beat.
I didn't notice when we stood near our car until the sound of door opening came. Veer lets go of my hand only to give me space to sit inside. Without saying anything, I sit.
My eyes flicker nervously as he didn't close the door nor I can do that because he'd his hand on the door. Then slowly he leans until his face was in-front of me, taking a deep breath which somehow I did it too at the same time, he spoke,
"I think it's okay if you spend your money on me too, it'll be a good deal isn't it?" And then he smiles, making me blink my eyes in disbelieve because that's not the thing he wanted to say as per my opinion.
But I nod my head, nervously biting on my inner cheek because I couldn't stop the heat which was rising on my face. It's funny how I can speak confidently to anyone but when it comes to this manβ my contracted husband, I couldn't form sensible words in my own head.
The sound of closing the door makes me jerk in position, then I realised he had already get in the car.
"Let's spend your money, Mrs.oberoi." That's the last thing he said before driving to a men's ethnic store. Where I helped him to pick a cream coloured kurta.
And he didn't let me pay for that because he had already given his card to the receptionist when we entered the store.
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The next few days flew by, with the same routine that I've come to like a lot more than I did a few days ago.
Somehow, I tend to watch his face a little more than before every morning. Sometimes I feel his hand on my waist at night, and his face in the crook of my neck. I should feel awkward about that but I rather feel comfortable.
It's weird.
Really weird.
I shake my head and try to pull off the duvet, but it won't move because a heavy weight settles on my midriffβhis arm. So it's one of those days where he has his arm on me, not the other way around.
Lifting myself onto my elbows, I look at his arm. The veins were popping out in a rope-like pattern, and it sent shivers down my spine. Even though his hand wasn't touching my skin like before, it still managed to form a knot in my stomach.
I bite my lower lip, contemplating whether to wake him up or not. My hands form fists before relaxing them. Maybe I should just step down from the bed quietly like the other times.
Nodding to myself, I touch his hand with mine while still holding my weight with one elbow. His rough yet somehow soft skin glides under my fingertips, and I gulp.
Holding his wrist, I try to move his hand and fail miserably. Why is his single hand so heavy?
Feeling so tired already, I drop my elbow, lay back, and release a deep breath. Then I turn toward him, his grip tightens on my waist but soon loosens after I'm completely on my side.
I lick my lips before whispering, "Veer," I don't want to wake him up but I have to get ready. The reception is today at night. Maa and papa; I've started calling Veer's father, papa because he said he felt hurt when I call his wife, maa but not him as papa.
So, papa and maa had invited all their relatives and friends. Along with Veer's and mine friends. I've not invited many of friends just, Shreya, oh well I've only had one friend. What a joke.
Veer stirs and opens his eyes slowly but not fully, they were barely half opened. But he then speaks in his huskier voice, "Good morning." And rests his face in the crook of my neck.
And I think, I should sleep again.
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"I'll do it myself." I tell the makeup artist, who has just finished with my natural makeup, and only the lipstick remains to be applied. It's red in colour.
Sometimes I feel, like I wear too much red. But it's never enough.
Taking the lipstick from her hand, I gently apply it on my lips. The red color glides on them like butter and giving me confidence. Maybe that's why I mostly wear red. Because it gives me confidence that I need.
Standing up from the vanity stool, I sprinkle some vanilla perfume on myself. And take a look at myself in the mirror.
The crimson saree looks gorgeous, with tiny red rhinestone details and golden thread embroidery. The sleeves of my blouse were long, they reach my wrists. I turn and check my back one last time, there were four strings on top and the rest of it was covered.
Glancing at the clock, I observe the time. It is 7 a.m., which means the reception is about to begin. A knock comes at the door, and the stylist opens it, revealing Shreya in a dark green Anarkali suit.
"Omg, you look like a goddess, Siya. I can't believe my eyes." She gasp and walked towards me. She rolls her finger, referring to twirl around. I roll my eyes and twirl slowly.
Another gasp escapes her mouth, and she bats her lashes at me, murmuring, "bless me please." A chuckle escaped me and I extend my palm as I'm really blessing her.
"Well, you look hot, Miss Psychiatrist. By the way, are you done with your act?" I compliment her because her back was backless.
"Never say my worship as an act, okay. Now let's go." She said and I take my small purse with me. She holds my hand while we walk downstairs.
As it was our reception, Maa and Papa booked this hotel where it is being held, and I have been with the stylist the whole time since we arrived.
Which is the reason I barely saw Veer since morning, after wishing me morning with barely open eyes. He collapsed on me and nuzzle in my neck and fell asleep again.
Feeling defeated by his act, I also fell asleep and after sometime when I woke up, he was already awake and had placed a cup of tea beside my side table.
After that we haven't talked much, only when we eat breakfast because after that Ahaan was bugging him continuously.
Once we reach downstairs, I saw few reports there along with some servants who were blocking their path. Upon seeing me they click few pictures.
Ignoring them, I walk to the backyard where the reception was going. My palms feel sweaty as I approach the arch of flowers and levees. It's not because I'm going to face many new faces.
It's because, I'm feeling a little timid thinking how Veer will be looking in the kurta I chose.
My eyes roam everywhere to find him but I couldn't him anywhere, suddenly a voice comes "Your husband is at the other side." I jerk my head towards her.
"I'm not looking for him for your kind information." Shreya huff and wave a hand in-front of me in a dismissive way. But looking in my eyes he nods her head slowly, "okay, ma'am."
Rolling my eyes at her, I made my way towards the other side of the ground. Wiping the moisture of my palms on my sides, I walk with slow steps.
Soon, I hear his voice. He was talking to someone, then he comes in my vision in cream coloured kurta. And to be honest I was awestruck by his appearance.
His hairs were pushed back smoothly, and his features were glowing under the off white lighting. My gaze drops down to his wrist where he had his watch and, my heart skips a beat.
The evil eye bracelet was on his wrist, the one which I secretly placed near his watch collection. But I never thought he would wear it.
Gradually, his gaze drifts towards me. I take a step forward, hesitantly biting my inner cheek, I twirl showing him the whole look. His eyes went from my head to toe, sending shivers down my spine.
But when I see his chest heavens, I walk towards him. Stopping a step away from him, I look up at him because no matter how high heels I wear, he always will be towering over me.
"Veer, are you okay?" I asked when I notice how barely he's breathing now, his eyes were solely on me. The intense black orbs stares into my hazel ones and the warmth inside my heart rises.
I gulp, feeling concern, I tell him touching his wrist lightly, "Veer, breathe. You need to breathe, okay." My voice barely over a whisper. What is happening to him? I don't understand.
But suddenly, he inhaled heavily and nodded, "oh, I surely need that, Jaan." And then I was pulled by a sudden tug on my waist and a pair of lips crashed on mine.
My hands pressed against his shoulders, and my chest collided with his muscular one. My mind went blank, the only thing I can understand was him calling me jaan and his lips on mines.
He's kissing me not just a peck which he gave on engagement. It was a kiss, where his lips devoured mine, nibbling on my lower lip. The sensation was too much and when I thought my heart might actually gave up, he pulls back.
My red lipstick was smudged on his lips, and I bit on my lower lip. He kissed me. Why? Why I'm not feeling uncomfortable like I used to feel back then.
Why I like it? I shouldn't be like it. Yet I kept looking at his lips until a click sound came and reality came in my vision. The reception, the reporters, the kiss.
Someone cleared their throat behind me; Shreya. She was here all along, so does the person Veer was talking to. And so does the guests who were roaming here.
I lick my lips, still feeling his lips against mine. "I-I should go." I stammer, feeling my heart hasn't stopped running at its highest speed.
I took a step back when I saw Maa walking toward us with the rest of the family. God, what do I do now. Suddenly, I feel him holding my hand. I look up at him, watching him remove the lipstick with his thumb.
Maa hugged me first then Veer, papa places his hand on my head gently patting me. And then chacha and chachi does the same. Afterwards Ahaan, enters from our back and whispers something to Veer.
My fingers tightens around his, feeling nervous. Did maa and papa saw us? Did the guest saw us? I shake my head internally, concluding that the reporters might have taken pictures of us.
Maa and papa said something to Veer but I couldn't lift my head and look at him. I was feeling awkward, but he's not feeling it all?
When all members leave to greet the guests, Shreya and the person who was with Veer earlier also leave. Leaving only us behind.
Tugging his hand I walk towards a green arch of leaves and all. Facing him I asked, "aapko sharam nahi aayi sabke samne kiss krte hue!" My voice still low like a whisper.
He smiles leaving my hand only to push some hairs off my forehead, "Biwi ho meri, sharam kis baat ki." He mumbles in nonchalant tone and my eyes widened.
"But aap sabke samne kiss nhi kar sakte." I tried to say, my fingers fumbles with my pallu.
"Tumne to kiya tha," he said and I feel heat raising to my face remembering the ceremony night. Where all of it has started.
I shake my head, "Vo-Vo, bas nahi kar sakte sabke samne." I say and he placed his hand beside my head, slightly leaning.
"Toh akele me kar sakta hoon?" He raise his brows, and tilts his head slightly.
I breathe heavily, shaking my head hesitantly. Because I couldn't build up the courage to say no. For some reasons it didn't feel the right word at the time.
He nods his head and pulls back only to take a step forward, "You didn't answer my question that day." His question made me frawn, what question he's talking about?
"What question?" I murmur, narrowing my eyes at his hand. There was a yellow rose in his hand, an artificial one. He twirls it between his fingers and answer,
"Yahi ki kya kya haq aate hain mere 'thoda zyada' mein." His words flicks a memory of me wiping his forehead with my pallu.
My eyes flick from the rose to his face a couple of times before I muster the courage to speak, "Why you want to know them?" I shift on my heels when he takes another step forwards, standing only a breath away.
"Because you said I can't kiss you in front of everyone nor in person, I think should know what can I do with you." He muttered, a small smile on his lips now.
The lipstick was still on his lips but in a slight amount, reminding me once again that he kissed me.
I nod, trying to think "the haqs you have." I murmur to myself, looking down at his chest because if I look in his eyes I wouldn't be able to form words.
He hums, "And the haqs are?" his voice came closer to my face as if he has leaned slightly towards my right.
I gulp and said, "Since you're already talking comfortably, so it's the one." I nod internally. It's a reasonable point to say.
"Hmm, next." He murmurs with an approving nod.
"You can wipe your sweat from my pallu." I chew on my inner cheek because it was a stupid point to say but he hums again.
I feel him grazing his finger across my temple as he said, "So tell me, Siya." My eyes lifts to look at him and wait for him to ask.
He took a deep breath before asking, "Can I tuck a rose behind your ear in the name of my haq." My heartbeat quickens when the steam of the rose touches my right ear.
And maybe it was his eyes that stirred something inside my heart, making me give a light nod.
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