"Tum kya chai pee rahe ho abhi?" Naina asked her husband as she heard a sipping noise from his end.
"Yes, tum bhi peeyo," Sameer replied to her while slurping his favorite warm beverage to refresh his mood and cure his headache.
"Thank You but maine already chocolate milkshake pee liya hain," Naina said with a sweet smile.
"Chocolate ke aage bhi duniya hai." He commented sarcastically.
"Aur chai ke aage bhi." She retorted back.
"Haa toh main all rounder hoon, tumhari tarah nahi jo sirf chocolate ke related sab taste kare," Sameer said with a brooding look while smirking.
"Kal rasmalai kisne khayi thi? Mere bhoot ne?" Naina asked him threateningly.
"Uske siwaye aur tumne kuch try kiya hai naya? Birthday ho toh chocolate cake, anniversary ho toh chocolate cake, mera birthday ho toh chocolate cake, kabhi craving hui ho toh chocolate cake, pari ka birthday ho toh chocolate cake, meri aai ka birthday ho toh chocolate cake, tumhare bhai bhabhi ki anniversary ho toh chocolate cake. Har occasion pe maine sirf chocolate cake hi khaye hai. Ab toh jab main cake shop par bhi jata hoon na toh woh vendor sidha mujhe Chocolate Cake hi deta hai haath me, puchta bhi nahi ki mujhe koi aur flavor chahiye." Sameer taunted his wife who was insanely obsessed with the sweet called CHOCOLATE. He pursed his lips while drinking the ginger tea, and there was complete silence from her side.
"Naina?" He took her name fearfully.
"Baat mat karo tum mujhse." She chided him.
"Le kya hua?" Sameer couldn't resist the smile creeping up on his face.
"Mujhe pata hai ab tum woh goofy smile de rahe ho kyuki main chidi huwi hoon, aur saath me chai ka cup bhi apne desk pe rakh rahe ho," Naina said with a knowing expression and Sameer was taken aback for a moment, looking around his cabin to check if there was any hidden CCTV camera fitted by his wife to keep an eye on him.
"How do you know? Tum aayi ho yahan?" Sameer asked her in surprise.
"Nahi, but I know tum kab kya karte ho," Naina replied to him in amusement.
"Acha really? Then tell me, what I am doing right now?" Sameer lifted a delicate photo frame from the desk, staring at Her photograph inside the glassy screen.
"Tum mujhe abhi yaad kar rahe ho, woh bhi bahut zyada, aur imagine kar rahe ho ki Naina agar yahan hoti toh kitna maza aata." She said with a lopsided smile while calmly walking back and forth in the room.
"Right haa." He was impressed by his wife's guessing skills.
"Shukriya shukriya." Naina bowed her head while giggling, and Sameer asked her - "main bhi guess karu tum is waqt kya kar rahi ho?"
"Haa haa bilkul." She affirmed, and stood in front of the mirror, waiting for his reply.
Sameer itched his untrimmed stubble and replied to her playfully while leaning comfortably against the chair - "Umm, tum na abhi ekdum teenage girl ki tarah blush kar rahi ho, khud ko muskurate hue aaine me dekh rahi ho, aur soch rahi ho ki tumhara pati kab tumhe lene aayege. Haina, haina?"
Naina gasped, her eyes widening in response.
"Tumhe kaise pata?" She asked him with both euphoria and confusion.
"Main tumse door reh kar bhi tumhe dekh sakta hoon, tumhe mehsoos kar sakta hoon, aur tumhe sharma bhi sakta hoon, chahiye toh aazma lo." He replied to her in a husky voice while smoothly tapping his fingers on the murky black shiny desk.
