Once Upon A Mr. Goody Two Shoes

Epilogue

Few years later...

"Okay, you know what? This isn't working anymore. I am SO done!" Aashi yelled, banging the spoon on the kitchen counter, a furious look on her face.

"What happened? I did not do anything now," Abeer said from the other side of the kitchen, slicing onions for his eggplant curry.

"That is your problem! You never do anything," Aashi practically screamed, making Abeer flinch at her tone. Abeer turned to face his wife of twenty five years, strands of hair falling off from her tight braided bun, looking exceptionally irate with him. Or perhaps it was the universe? Abeer wasn't sure. It was a look he had seen a lot on her face in the last two decades. Especially after their daughter was born, Aashi had a perpetual scowl on her face for most of the days. And it took all his strength to cajole his wife to let go their daughter's mischiefs and get her to calm down. Not that he was complaining, he secretly liked seeing her all worked up and then getting her to cool down with his smiles and out-of-place touches.

"Why do you say so?" Abeer asked calmly, managing to put enough amount of anxiety in his voice. After twenty-five years, he had mastered the art of talking to his angry wife.

"Why? I have to be the freaking bad cop all the time, ever since Abha was tiny! And you get to be the cool dad! This isn't fair; I'm always the strict, pissed mom who nags at her and restricts her from doing things! Sometimes you ought to be that parent!" Aashi growled, looking downright livid. Abeer had transitioned from a quiet, handsome hunk to a cool dad magnificently. Whereas Aashi had only developed headaches and an affinity to a hoarse throat in the last two decades.

"Aashi," Abeer said smoothly and stalked towards her with THAT look in his eyes. The look that, even after twenty-five years, made her go absolutely nuts. It was cruel what a look from him could do to her.

"Don't," she warned, her finger pointed threateningly at him.

"Don't what?" Abeer said slyly and pulled her by her waist, her hands resting on his chest.

"Don't do this," she said crossly, eyeing him angrily.

"You're talking in circles today, Aashi. What has gotten into you?" Abeer laughed internally at his wife's annoyed look and pulled her closer to him, enjoying the warmth of her body. It surprised him how much she affected him even now. And it satisfied him to no end how much he affected her after two entire decades of togetherness. Abeer planted a kiss on her jaw, moving along the jawline to her earlobe, where he nibbled at it, just the way she liked it. His heart purred at the way she shivered in his arms. He was about to proceed to her neck when he felt resistance.

"Not now! Abha might see!" Aashi hissed, making him rest his cheek alongside hers.

"You've changed into a shy woman, Aashi. I didn't think you had it in you to be one," he whispered in her ears, forcing her to shift away from his warmth.

"No, I'm still the same," she said firmly, looking straight at him, fire blazing in her chocolate brown orbs. It was true. Aashi's spirit had remained just as it was the first time he had met her all those years ago. The first time he had fallen in love with the fire behind her eyes, the pure spirit of her being. It enthralled him how much he loved her. And everything about her. He pushed away and looked at her, really looked at her. Sometimes, he forgot how attractive his wife was. Wife. Aashi. Those two words sounded musical together. He had simply dreamt of days like this, when he would flirt, tease and make her blush, and then she would make him blush even harder. He had no idea that everything would fall in perfect tandem, and he would be living his dreams one day. It was a rare gift; being able to live your dreams. He had been lucky enough to have that. "But you're drifting away from the point," Aashi's voice brought him back from his dreamland, making him look at her.