Weeks passed off just like that, and Abhishek gave in to Siddharth's constant persuasion to go for the workshop. But, not without his benefits.... Siddharth had to give in to his demands as well. But, the time was not suitable. Those days, both their families were home most of the time, and unbelievably idle, that both of them could do nothing, for the fear of being caught. And, Neeti was set to come over to Siddharth's house and stay there for a few days, as their parents were ready to proceed with the marriage. As for Siddharth, he had contacted Riya and both of them had mutually broken their engagement. But Abhishek could not do that.... Siddharth's father was supportive, but his father was the opposite.
Abhishek was not sure how he would react. And Siddharth never pressured him to do that. But, as days passed by, he was growing insecure....That day, in the evening, the Kotharis and the Mehtas were gathered in the Mehta house, Neeti's parents were there and a casual discussion had escalated to actually deciding to hold Abhishek's marriage soon! People were even talking about calling purohits (priests) and deciding a muhurat ( auspicious time ) for the wedding. All this was hurting Siddharth deep inside. Though he never showed, he was possessive of Abhishek and he hated it when his man was paired with someone else 24*7, in stray comments like
' Oh, our Abhishek and Neeti look so good together'
" Yeah, imagine how wonderful their kids will be!"
" Neeti will make a good daughter in law, Mekhla Bhabhi.."
Oh how it frustrated him, and he wanted to shout out " He is mine.... My boyfriend and my lover.. Both of us look good together as well... " And how he wanted to tell Mekhla that he will be a better son in law.... But he couldn't do that. And so, Abhishek found him, sulking in his room. Abhishek was getting worked up, he didn't expect things to escalate soon, and he didn't know what to do.. So he went in search of Siddharth.
Seeing the sulking face, he went and hugged him from behind. Siddharth released himself from that hug with a punch. Abhishek was more than confused.
" What was that for Sid? My jaw hurts.... Yaar meri lagi padi hai! ( I'm in deep trouble)" Abhishek whined, massaging his jaw..
" And do you think I am playing dandiya here, out of happiness? Even I can't take this! These people are shipping you with Neeti, and have even decided to which playschool your kids will go!" Siddharth yelled in frustration.. Abhishek immediately understood and embraced Siddharth. Siddharth kicked and thrashed in his embrace, still yelling " Abhi... I'm sorry.. but it hurts..! IT HURTS TO HEAR MY LOVE'S NAME WITH ANOTHER PERSON'S! And you know what, I feel like she is your rightful partner, and I'm a casual lover! It feels like shit... Baby, tell me, your 'forever', are you still willing to............." ( Dandiya - a gujarati dance form)
Abhishek covered Siddharth's mouth with his hand, and said " Sid, I will never, ever leave your side, till death separates us.... You are not just a casual lover to me.... You are my best friend, my boyfriend, my lover, my soulmate and if you agree, I would like us to be husbands too.... I love you sweetheart, and it will always be you.... It cannot be anyone other than you, and you are enough for me." Siddharth stopped thrashing and lifted his head to look at Abhishek. He saw those eyes full of love and loyalty.
" Will you regret this Abhi...?" He asked
" No, sweetheart, never will I regret choosing you..." And he sealed his word, pulling Siddharth into a deep, passionate kiss.. Siddharth felt his doubts melt away, and he relaxed in Abhishek's grip. They were being physical after a long time, and soon, the kiss turned hungry. Siddharth was responding eagerly, sucking and savouring every inch of Abhishek's lips. Abhishek was holding him impossibly close, so close that even air couldn't pass between them, and his hands were roaming on Siddharth's back. Siddharth was gripping his waist tight..
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The best arrangement: Between us...
Romance'And I'd choose you... in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and choose you' - Kiersten White ' Dear Sid, I miss you.... I write this every time, but this yearning hasn't lessened a bit in the past 10...