Engaged - My love story

Chapter 29

Dhruv POV

"Kya cheez hai yeh?" I mumbled to myself, watching my wife storming into the kitchen. (What is she?)

Well, it so happened that Abhi was passing by at that moment.

"Cheese? I love cheese. Ma zyada deti hi nahi hai. Kaha hai, Mama?" He asked, almost jumping on me. (Ma doesn't give me enough. Where is it, Mama (Maternal Uncle)?

"What the - " I said, startled.

"Kya? Mujhe samajh nahi aaya, lekin mujhe cheese chahiye!" He said. (What? I didn't understand that, but I want cheese!)

"Kya hua Abhi beta? Kuch chahiye aapko?" Khushi came out of the kitchen. (What happened Abhi? Do you want something?)

"Mami!" He said, rushing towards her. (Maternal Uncle's wife.)

A/N - Guys, guys! Dhruv here. Now tell me, since we have to translate in English in our 'Engaged' story, who do you think does it better? When I'm writing, or when Khushi's writing?

Khushi picked him up in her arms.

"Mami, pehle aap ye batao, baby kab aa raha hai?" He asked. (Mami, tell me first, when's the baby coming?)

"Aap Christmas tak to ruk jao! Tab tak babies aa jayenge." She said, kissing his forehead. (Atleast wait until Christmas! The babies will arrive by then.)

Abhi, being with only one parent, Anjali Di, was always like our own son too.

"Acha, Mami. Waise main yaha se ja raha tha, to Mama ne aisa kuch kaha to  - " He started. (Okay, Mami. Btw, I was passing by, then Mama said something like - )

"Kya kaha aapke Mama ne aapse? Danta to nahi na? Main abhi jaakar unhe batati hoon ke mere bacho ko dantne ka kya anjam honta hai." Khushi said. (What did your Mama say to you? Did he scold you. Wait, i'll just go teach him the outcome of scolding my children.)

She came in front of me.

"Kya kaha tumne mere bache ko?" She asked, fuming. (What did you tell my child?)

"Arey Khushi bhabi, Dhruv, kya hua?" Di came to us. (Oh, Khushi Bhabhi, Dhruv, what's the matter?)

"Dekhiye na, Di. Office se aate hi bechare bache ko dant rahe hain." (See, Di. He came from office just now, and he's scolding the poor child.)

"Di, aap hi bachao mujhe iske pagal hormones se." I whispered to Di. (Di, now only you can save me from her crazy hormones.)

"Acha. Khabardar agar tumne meri Bhabhi ya bache ke khilaf kuch bhi kaha, Dhruv. Aur tum itna late kyu aaye? Pata hai Bhabhi kitni pareshan thi?" Di scolded, twisting my ear. (Oh, really. Dhruv, you better not even dare to say something against my Bhabhi and child. And why did you come so late? Do you even know how worried Bhabhi was?)

"Ahh - Di! Main bacha nahi hoon." I shrieked. (I'm not a kid!)

"Dhruv - tum - " Khushi started. (You - )

"Arey, meri dono sherni Ma!" We heard a voice from behind. (Oh, my two lioness mothers!)

"What the - " Di and Khushi said, then looked at each other, and then at me.

I smirked.

"Lagta hain meri Di aur patni ko bhi mere so - called catchphrase ki aadat lag gayi hai." (I think my Di and wife are also getting the hang of my so - called catchphrase.)

"Mama, please aap Ma aur Mami ko asli baat samjha do. Main aur Mahabharat nahi dekh sakta aap tino ke beech. Aur cheese main kal kha lunga." Abhi said, covered his eyes, and ran out of the room. (Mama, please tell Mom and Mami the real thing. I can't watch any more of this Mahabharat between you three. And, i'll have my cheese tomorrow only.)

"Kya bacha hai yeh. Ek minute - usne cheese ke baare main kya kaha?" Di asked. (What a child he is. Wait a minute - what did he say about cheese?)

"Khushi mujhse gussa hokar aise kitchen main ghusi ki mere muh se nikal gaya ki kya cheez thi woh. Abhi ko laga main khane wali cheese ki baat kar raha tha, to usne mujhe manga. Utne main Khushi bahar aa gayi aur Abhi ke hisaab se Mahabharat shuru ho gayi." (Khushi was angry with me, so her manner of storming into the kitchen maid me mumble - 'what is she?'. Abhi thought I was talking about cheese, so he asked me for it. Khushi came out of the kitchen, and according to Abhi, the Mahabharat started.)

We laughed at silently ate our food, but then my wife stormed off, AGAIN!!

Di and I looked at Khushi's retreating figure, who went to our room, and shut the door.

Di looked at me.

"Jao bhi, ab, Dhruv. Jakar manao unhe." Di said. (Go on, Dhruv. Go and pacify her.)

"Mujhe isko aaj kal manane main zyada kasrat ki zaroorat nahi hai, Di. Pregnant hai na, hamesha woh sab hi chahiye hota hai usko." I said. (These days, I don't need too much work to pacify her, Di. Due to her pregnancy, she's always longing for all 'that' stuff.)

Di smirked.

"Good luck." She winked at me, and walked away.

I entered our room, to see Khushi arranging clothes in our closet, already in her night kurti.

I watched her, and then got in my own nightwear.

Looking at her, I approached her, and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry. I had too much work." I said, nuzzling into her neck.

She almost melted into me, but she stayed rigid, and composed herself.

I knew she had caught up to what I was driving at.

"You really mean your sorry and you're not just saying it just to get what you want?" She asked, turning around to face me.

I hugged her sideways.

"Come on, Khushi. I mean it. And anyways, sex is temporary pleasure, but you are permanent. So, I gotta keep you happy first." I said.

"Well, you're forgiven." She smiled.

"Thanks." I kissed her forehead.

"Well, you can do something to keep me happy, right now." She winked.

My  hands found her waist again.

"I know what. Gosh, what naughty twins we've created, right? Always making you lusty." I said. 

We both had our eyes closed, capturing the pleasure we were giving each other, chatting all the time.

"How much will you torture me like this, now?" She asked.

"Not anymore. It's self torture for me now too." I said, and my hands found the zipper of her kurti.

I immediately kissed her after that, and well, you know what happened next.