Next morning.
Ishqi was in ahaan's arms in single shirt and he was in track pants only.
He was holding her tightly. Her head was on his bare chest. They both were having peace on their face as both were in their comfort zones.
Ahaan woke up before ishqi. He saw ishqi beside him in his shirt and remembered what happened last night. He blushed. He kissed ishqi's forehead. Then he noticed that ishqi is getting disturbed from the Sunrays falling on her face. he got up from the bed and closed the curtains. When he came back and started adoring her again. In sleep ishqi hold his hand tightly. He was loving her expressions in sleep and started playing with her hair and face. Suddenly he heard a knock on his door. He worriedly asked ," who is there." "So we are from room service and we are here to clean your room". He sighed a breath of relief. "I will call you later" , he replied.
After 5 minutes there was again a knock on his door. He worriedly I asked again and it was another room service.
Room service: sir I am here to take order for your breakfast.
Ahaan: right now I don't want anything I will call you later. Make sure no one else disturb me now.
Room service: ok sir
He again looked at ishqi who was still holding his hand. He was feeling blessed for this morning and thank God that for rest of his life, his all mornings will be like that.
Again there was someone on his door. he heard the knock. He was irritated now and went to the door to open it.
Ahaan: " ab kaun hai. , I asked you na not to distu...daadi aap?"
Dadi: hn...kyu Mai Tere kamre mein nhi aa Sakti. Aur khote Teri saari t-shirts kha hai Jo Tu ese ghum rha hai.
( He realised that he was still shirtless. He didn't know what to do now so he slammed the door on dadi's face.)
Ahaan pov.
Ye kya Kiya ahaan. Ab daadi kya sochengi. Aur agar unhone ishqi ko Dekh liya toh phir toh Shaadi se pehle divorce Ka case ho jayega. Sabse pahle ishqi ko uthata hun.
Ahaan: ishqi utho , utho na
Ishqi: subah subah kyon chilla rahe hain AVM. Sone dijiye na abhi nahin uthana Mujhe
Ahaan: Abhi to Main utha raha hun agar Tum Nahin uthai to dadi aa jaenge uthane.
Ishqi: kya jaan subah subah majak kar rahe hain.
Ahaan: yah majak Nahin hai ishqi. Agar tum nhi uthi na toh daadi tumhare Jaan ko maar maar Kar jaanwar bna dengi. Utho ishqi. Daadi bahar khadi Hain.
Ishqi shouted : kyaaaaaa...ab kya hoga avm.
Suddenly daadi knocked on the door again ," Tu thikh toh hai na ahaan puttar."
Ishqi prayed: pls mummy iss Baar bacha lo , dubara esa Kabhi nhi karungi promise.
Ahaan: kyu...kyu nhi karogi...ab toh shaadi bhi hone wali hai.
Ishqi irritatingly: ahaaaannn!!
Ahaan: Acha sorry , par ye promise mat Karna.
Ishqi in anger: ab Aapne ek Baar aur Kuch Bola na toh Mai darwaza khol dungi.
Ahaan: nhi nhi Mai chup hu.
Daadi knocked again.
Ishqi: avm daadi andar aa Jaye usse pehle Mai khidki se chali jaati hu.
Ahaan: are u mad? 4th floor pe hai hum.
Ishqi: ese daadi pakde usse Acha toh 2-4 Haddi tut Jaye
Daadi: ahaan puttar....kya hua puttar....darwaza kyu band Kiya hai.
Ahaan: ishqi ek kaam Karo tum wardrobe mein chup jayo.
Ishqi: ok avm
Ahaan quickly grabbed a t-shirt and wore it and opened the door.
Dadi: itni Der kese ho gyi. Aur ye t-shirt ulti kyu pehni hai.
Ahaan: (in mind: what the fudge...jaldi koi bahana Soch ahaan) Woh ...Woh..Woh daadi actually ye fashion hai aaj kal Ka.
Dadi: Hain....kesa zamana aa gya hai...chal chodh..Tu menu e das itni Der kyu laga Di darwaza kholne mein.
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ishqaan : the love story
Fanfictionthis story is completely my imagination. it's just for fun so forget about votes and enjoy it. it's a mature content so read only if you are comfortable.
