"Kya ho raha hai?" Savitri asked the kids who were quarreling with each other.
"Aapka yeh beta, bahut tang karta hai mujhe." Naina rushed to complain about the tall man, pouting while earning a pitiful look from Savitri.
"Aai yeh jhoot bol rahi hai. Isi ne shuru kiya tha." Sameer said annoyingly, extending his colored cheek in front of his mother. He spoke - "Yeh dekho kaise color kiya hai mere gaalon pe jabke main just abhi naha ke aaya hoon phir bhi."
Savitri lightly slapped his cheek and said teasingly - "Aaj holi ke din woh color nahi lagayegi toh kab lagayegi."
"Aai!" Sameer whined, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Kya aai, gappa bas ata." Savitri playfully scolded her son while caressing her future daughter-in-law's cheek fondly.
(Chup baith ab)
"This isn't fair, haa...bete se zyada bahu pyari hogayi," Sameer complained, but deep down no one was more delighted than him to see his two women bonding well.
"Haa toh, betiyan humesha pyari hoti hai maa ko." Savitri lovingly cupped Naina's chin, who, in response, stuck her tongue at Sameer to vex him. He threatened her by raising his fist, pursing his lips, and the pretty girl sniggered.
"Sahi hai, main akela hi kaafi hoon khud ke liye stand lene ke liye. Huh!" Sameer spoke with a strident expression while unlocking the cabinet to take out a fresh piece of cloth.
"Oye, yeh shirt kyu pehen rahe ho, kurta pehno na." Naina told him with a sweet smile, and Sameer turned to answer her - "Sabr kar meri maa, shirt ke neeche rakha hua hai kurta."
"Tumhari maa main nahi, mere baju me khadi hai." Naina teased him, and both the ladies high-fived while giggling.
Sameer shook his head in disbelief and brought out an ironed white kurta, with dark blue jeans. He put the clothes on the bed and closed the cupboard.
"Naina, tumhare liye chai banau?" Savitri asked her son's girlfriend.
"Nako aai, main ghar se breakfast kar ke aayi hoon...aapki kuch help karu kitchen me?" Naina replied to her in a gentle voice, and Savitri politely refused - "Nahi beta, sab ban gaya hai sirf roti baki hai, woh main baad me bana lungi...waise bhi Sameer toh bahar khayega na?"
"Ji!" Naina answered.
Savitri left the room after giving a warm smile to her daughter-in-law, and as soon as she vanished from their sight. Naina amusingly questioned her man - "Where is your vest, honey?"
"What's the need for a vest, darling?" Sameer asked her with confusion while drying his dampened body with an extra pair of towel.
"What do you mean?" She roared at him in sheer jealousy as she couldn't let his tempting body be on display for someone else than her.
"Calm down, lioness." He looked at her surprisingly, throwing the wet towel on the chair. He went to grab her closer to him by the waist, and said - "Kaahe itni jwalamukhi ban rahi ho?"
"Yeh tumhara white kurta transparent material ka hai, isme vest zaruri hai," Naina told her boyfriend patiently, and her possessiveness was extending the dose of entertainment for him.
"Not really, I will look good without a vest," Sameer said casually, tucking aside a long flick of hair.
"Tum maar khaoge." She uttered, in a stern voice.
"Itni jal kyu rahi hai?" He asked her with a lopsided smile while tickling her soft cheek with his wet finger.
"Jab main backless blouse, ya deep neck ka dress pehenti hoon tab tum bhi toh bade jal jal ke aadhe ho jate ho." Naina sarcastically remarked, her malleable pink lips donning a playful smile.
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Prem Vivah
FanfictionSameer Raut - A person surrounded by the walls of insecurities, and his temper is truly unbearable. He is a bad boy. But no one has ever met a real Sameer concealed inside him, everyone so far has judged him for his discourteous behavior. His yearni...
