Maan Scene Stories (Anupama)

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Continuation

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Ahem:

And as they say fellas. Happy wife. Happy life. If she's mad make love to her. If she resists, buy her diamonds and then make love to her. It's her way or the highway.

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Anupama's POV:

"It doesn't work like that Anuj." I can't believe we are still at this.

"It sounds the same to me." He justifies.

"The movie didn't have to end like that." I say angrily, frustrated to this morning commotion about some American movie he likes to watch that he also made me watch just the other day. Now it seems like the perfect time to discuss its reviews. 'I don't like it' is my review.

"So you mean to tell me Jack didn't have to die?" He asks when he knows exactly where I stand.

"Yes. Exactly. We shouldn't even be talking about the 'historic' titanic romance about Jack and that girlfriend of his..."

"Rose." He says.

"Yes her. They would have perfectly fit together on that board." Squinting my eyes to the dramatic showcase. They would have perfectly fit.

"I mean... otherwise we would not have something to talk about right now had that not happened don't you think? It got the world shooking. It was a great love story. I mean there's also Pride and Prejudice..." He justifies again.

"Prem ratan dhan payo." I interrupt.

"Yes. That movie also... just, some stories are just necessary."

"So was ours" I say reminiscing on the good past 2 years we've been together.

"Is. So is ours." He corrects. I chuckle.

"So is ours. Happy?" I fix my head plainly rested on his calm chest. His heartbeat singing to my mind a peaceful lullaby for the past few minutes. I close my eyes to the slow and quiet sensation.

"Asleep already?" His vibration forces my eyes open yet again.

"No." Releasing a heavy sigh. "Just thinking."

"Want some?" He asks.

"Some what?" His sudden out of context question furrows my eyebrows. He clears his throat as if he had said it wrong the first time.

"Some of...me." I raise my head to meet with his wide open eyes as if scared I might object to whatever he is about to ask, but I don't get it. With an unchanged expression, I ask again.

"Some of you?" The words clearly say what he exactly mean. Some Of Him! There goes my cheeks turning hot pepper red. My eyelids flinking to no end.

"But we just..." I attempt to bury the indefinite expression pasted on my face. He usually rests for possibly near thirty minutes before his...member wakes up again.

"Do we talk about the past now?" He asks.

"What?"

"You had said it yourself. The past ruins the present and the future. Right now you are ruining the possiblities of our future kids. Plus I feel like Choti Anu misses a few siblings. You know how kids get bored."