My Tom-Boy Girlfriend

✨ My Tom-Boy Fiancée ✨

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✨Bonus Chapter✨
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Raghav's POV

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When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks
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          I couldn't have asked for a better Engagement function. Sliding the rings on to each other's fingers was a subtle declaration of our love to each other, in front of all our well wishers,  under one roof. The hoots by the numerous witnesses, multiplied our happiness with their presence and blessings.

           Obviously, there were hushed whispers floating around. Some in the form of criticizing – the decorations, food and also 'the couple' in whose honor the so called 'well wishers' were invited for. All the negativity took a back seat. We had already come a long way and know how to turn a deaf ear to such miniscule things. They all can waggle their tongues, like any enthusiastic dog's tail, for all they want, it wasn't going to diminish our happiness. In the end of the day, it's Sasha's and my life and our 8,760+ hours of togetherness we were going to spend, multiplied by the remaining years we live. Out of which, hardly two to three hours, in totality, would be spent with our gossip mongers. The ratio speaks for itself!

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And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
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           The evening was at it's trailing end, ready to move to the feast spread out for us — the newly engaged couple, along with our close ones. The noises coming from my grumbling stomach urged me to search for my better-half, Sasha. The lady in question, clad in a navy blue-cum-red pirnted silk with golden sequences forming a rich Indo-Western Ethnic, was slightly difficult to spot amongst all the heavily dressed attendees. Thankfully, her sequenced dupatta (veil) that was loosely drapped over her head, had slid down to her shoulders, making it an easier task. After my Dadi's (paternal grandmother) initial confused due to the dupatta fiasco, Sasha ensured to secure her dupatta in all possible places to avoid any slippages. It would have only led to more pages getting added to her embarrassing tales, that were queued to be shared with our future kids.

          "What's this Sasha!?! It's not even a few hours since we have been engaged to each other, and here you are busy engaging our guests?! Give some time to your brand new Fiancé, also". Stepping in-line with her, I whined to her; when her guests made a move, leaving her alone.

           With a scowl, she gave me a quick glance over. "You and brand new?!" She scoffed and circled my face with her open fisted palm. "I'm seeing this same face for the past 2-3 years, that too non-stop! Compared to you, these people are brand new".

           Where I thought I would be receiving some words of appreciation for my today's look, instead my sassy Sasha shot a bullet at me?! "Ouch! You wounded me, Hun". I placed my hand on my heart dramatically.

           Sasha's characteristics eye roll made it's first cameo appearance on our engagement. "Oh! Please!" Turning towards me, she asked. "What do you want Raghav?"

            I wiggled my eyebrows mischievously to reply. "I want many things, Hun but for now I will make do with some precious time of yours".
Being in a long committed relationship has it's pros and cons. Sashs has now become kinda immune to my tease and just rewarded me a deadpan look with a titled head. I wasn't going to give up, after all what's the fun in having 'Serious' Sasha. "Enough of showering your Sasha-licious magic on my extended family members, do I need to remind you that my mom and Dadi have already fallen for it".