M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

Part - 14

Hello friends!
Hope you guys are doing well. I completed my draft sooner this time. To know more about mafia lord Raizada and his wife read further. And don't forget to comment. So here goes nothing.

Khushi POV

After having the most romantic date with my husband I did not have the heart to go to college on a Monday morning. But alas Arnavji is very particular about my classes since he is a drop-out. Begrudgingly I showered and wore the first dress in my cupboard. Whatever. Anyway, he has a busy day ahead.

I joined my husband for a quick breakfast. He kept staring at me for a while. The intense gaze turned me into a ripe tomato. I chose to eat my breakfast and kept looking at my plate.

Once we were done he stood up and called out my name in a whisper. My head shot up listening to my name in his husky voice. He leaned his head near my face and gave me a knowing wink. I gulped.

"Return kisses dena mat bhulna Khushi. Mafia hoon I don't like debts. Bye."
(Don't forget my return kisses, Khushi. As a Mafia, I don't like debts. Bye).

"Haan...yaad hai. Bye."
(Yes...I remember. Bye).

He left the dining room and then disappeared from the house. Oh my goodness. Ye kya tha? Our proximity always leaves me breathless. This should not keep happening. I mean we are husband and wife. One day we won't have any barriers between us. Agar abhi se ye haal hai to aage kya hoga humara? Oh my! Is the stress of scoring well in exams, not enough? Ye love ka stress to bahut khatarnaak hai.
(What was that? If this is our current situation then what's our future gonna be like? This love stress is dangerous).

I hiccuped once. Then twice. It happened again. And again.
Ye Arnavji bhi na. Kitna yaad krenge humein. Hiccup. Abhi to gate tak bhi nai pahunche honge. Hiccup. Ughhhh.
(My my Arnavji. Stop missing me so much. Hiccup. He might still be near the main gate. Hiccup. Ughhh).

Arnav POV

I moved out of the house with a smirk. Last night I had a pleasant evening with my wife. We complemented one another. We touched. Also, I kissed her and demanded return kisses too. Knowing that Khushi had a debt to pay I did not leave the chance to tease the hell out of her.

My beautiful wife is a beauty with brains. She made me kiss her last night without even lifting a pinky. She provoked me to close that little distance between us. Damn it. Khushi is a seductress born to ruin me. Ughhh. Trying to get rid of all the inappropriate thoughts about my woman I should my head and headed to my SUV.

My men stood nearby. I nodded towards Aryan who greeted me with a good morning. It is a good morning. I was about to sit inside my SUV when I noticed a bright pink scooter parked in front of the SUV. What is this two-wheeler doing here? Damn it. Frowning I gestured to Aryan to get the ugly pink vehicle away from my sight. But there was a hesitance in his body language. What the?

"ARYAN?! Hatao iss kachre ko yahan se. What are you waiting for damn it?"
(ARYAN?! Move this filth from here).

A scream from the house startled me. Is that Khushi? I turned around only to see my wife rushing outside towards me with big eyes and a gaping mouth. What is her problem? Everything looks fine? Before I could enquire anything she halted near the scooty.

"MALTI KO KOI TOUCH NAI KREGA!"
(NO ONE SHOULD DARE TO TOUCH MALTI!)

"WHAT THE?! Ye Malti kaun hai? Aur tum chilla kyun rhi ho?"
(Who is this Malti? And why are you screaming?)

To my horror, she grabbed the handle of the ugly pink scooty and narrowed her eyes in my direction. Oh no. No no no. This cannot be happening. This piece of crap cannot be her vehicle. No ways. Impossible. Right? Right? OH MY GAWD.