"Nainaaaa." Sameer chased his tiny woman who was furiously trotting toward the parking lot after shopping for one lehenga and blouse.
"Don't talk to me," Naina said sternly, unlocking the car door in sheer rage.
"But maine kiya kya?" He asked her in perplexity while trying to stop her from sitting inside the car.
"Don't dare to act innocent." She sharply pointed her index finger at his sweaty face layered with confusion and just confusion.
"Mujhe sach me nahi pata maine kiya kya hai, batao na," Sameer asked her restlessly while hyperventilating for running behind this extremely marathon-runner woman.
"Seriously? You really don't know why I am angry at you?" Naina looked at him in utter disbelief, can't believe she dated this Buffon for a decade.
"No." He said cluelessly.
"Tumhe pata hota kya hai phir?" She asked him in rage while keeping her hands on either side of her waist.
"Tumhara birthday, humari anniversary, humare shadi ki date, friendship anniversary, first fight, first touch, first hug, first kiss, and first..." Sameer stopped, placing his palms on both sides of the car as he leaned closer to her, and Naina nervously moved back while restricting her burgeoning blush.
"And first, what?" She asked him in a low voice, biting her lower lip in shyness.
"And our first night." He brushed his beard on her malleable cheek, causing her to feel tickled pink with his answer.
"Besharam." Naina playfully pushed him away while blushing.
"Besharmi me toh aapne bhi top college se PhD kar rakhi hai Miss.Mhatre." Sameer said with a wacky smile, caressing the beauty of her lips.
"Aapke pyaar ne hume sab kuch sikha diya hai." She suggestively winked at her boy, giving no attention to the people in the vicinity who were looking at them for publicly showing off their love.
Sameer failed to conceal his bubbling grin at her naughty remark, and Naina corrected the creases of his brown shirt while asking him softly - "Mera mangalsutra banwane kab janewale ho tum?"
"Kal," Sameer answered her in a gentle voice.
"Mujhe bhi saath le jao na." She whined, crafting a melting pout on her lips.
"Is baar tumhari zid nahi, meri zid chalegi...chup chap kaam pe jana tum kal." He replied to her with an amusing smile, tucking back a sleek hair strand of his woman.
"Theek hai, mat le jao." Naina gave up, understanding that now her emotional drama won't work on Sameer.
"Good for you, ab batao kiske liye tumhara mood off tha?" Sameer asked her solemnly while looking into her eyes.
"Kuch nahi...it wasn't important, I was just testing you." Naina lied as she didn't want him to know that she was miffed because of that woman flirting with him in the boutique. He might start teasing her more for getting possessive.
"I hope you weren't angry at me because that sales girl was trying her luck on me." Sameer tried to guess the exact reason behind his fiance's aggressive reaction while shopping for clothes, and Naina gaped at him in utter shock, musing if he had mastered in the department of annoying her.
"Tumhe aisa kyu lagta hai ki mujhe un Madhumakhiyon se jalan hogi?" Instead of answering. Naina asked her boyfriend while locking her arms around his neck.
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FanficSameer 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...
