M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

part 13

Hi friends!
Thank you for waiting. I appreciate your patience. Here is the update for M4. Read to know more about Mobster ASR and his teenage wife KSR. With new incidents and adventures, the couple is going strong.

Arnav POV

Thankfully my doofus brothers left after we discussed the Gupta family. Both Dhruv and NK were happy with my decision of marrying a girl like Khushi. As usual, my wife charmed my cousins with her innocent and jovial nature. I smirked when she pushed Rajeev into their arms. A warm goodbye from their nephew, her words not mine. Dono ki shakalo par 1.30 baje hua the.
(Both were astonished by the gesture).

Since it was Saturday I had my afternoon tea with my wife. She insisted to have it outside on the porch steps. Unable to deny her I joined her on the porch. For a while, none of us spoke. Revelling in the silence I continued to sip my beverage. But then out of nowhere, she dropped a bomb on me. Naturally, I spilt coffee all over my white shirt.

"Shaadi ko hafta hone ko aaya hai aur aapne ab tak date ke liye poocha hi nahi."
(We have been married for more than a week now and you did not even ask me for a date).

"Ummm....I...I...woh...I don't know."

She widened her eyes in disbelief and dropped her jaw as if it was our last day on earth. God. Why is this woman so so...cute? Cute? Arnav Singh Raizada? Are you a Mafia or that stupid cat Rajeev? Nope, I am a mobster. A cold-hearted beast. Not a kitten. I should stay away from such cheesy adjectives.

"Shaadi ke baad date pe nahi jayenge to ek dusre ko smjhenge kaise?"
(If we wont go out for dates then how will we get to know one another?)

"Oh!"

"Oh?!? Hum yahan itni important baat krhe hain Mafiaji aur aap bas 'Oh' keh rhe hain?"
(Here I am discussing such an important issue and all you can utter is 'Oh'?)

"No no. I understand your point. I was trying to give you more time to adjust. Everything is still new so I thought..."

"Acha aap humari wajah se nahi pooch rhe the?"
(Oh you did not ask because of me?)

I nodded and was greeted with a beautiful sight. My new wife, Khushi Raizada blushed a deep shade of red and continued to sip her tea. I smirked. Interesting. So Khushi wants me to ask her on a date. Great. Kal Sunday hai. Khushi ka off bhi hai. Perfect. Determined to spend some quality time with my wife I placed my empty cup on the tray beside me and leaned closer to her leaving only a small inch of space between us.
(Tomorrow is Sunday. Khushi won't have to go to her class).

"Khushi Singh Raizada kal sham free rehna coz I will make it a memorable one for you."
(Khushi Singh Raizada you better be free tomorrow).

M4

The next evening I found myself dressed up in blue denim and a white polo shirt. It was different from my regular style. But I wanted to be casual tonight. This is my first date with my official wife, Khushi Singh Raizada. And I don't want to act all uptight in front of her. Tonight everything has to be warm and cosy between us.

I was waiting in my car for her to arrive when my jaw dropped in surprise. Dressed up like a doll my wife stepped outside the house. In a pink and black dress, she was prepared to murder hundreds of men. The thought of other males gazing at my wife made me angry. I shook my head and tried to remain calm. She sat beside me in the SUV and both of us took a minute to check out the other.

"You look ravishing Khushi Raizada."

"Shukria. Aap bhi aaj iss jeans top mein ekdum makhan lgrhe hain."
(Thanks. You too look no less than butter in this denim).