(1) Beginning of love -Cheesier version of this story. Events in the story are almost similar but slightly overdramatic and a little unhinged from reality.
(2) Just A Moment - Imagine someone, who hates romance and has never been in a relationship, watch the story of Arnav and Khushi unfold in front of their eyes, and they hate every minute of it. Basically, self roast of my writing. Someone I am really interested in the three of these books.
(BACK TO THE STORY)
Arnav's POV
(Six months later)
Just when I thought that the six months had flew by and that Khushi would be coming home soon, she threw a bomb. A nuclear bomb that her training got extended by a month. That's 30 more days without her. 720 hours. 43,200 minutes without her.
I don't why I feel like a lovesick puppy. Does she miss me as badly as I do? Or did Her Royal Highness totally forget me?
(A week later)
When I came home late from work, I stumbled to the door. God, the house has been so vacant without Khushi. Thank God, Scooby was with me else I swear I would have gone a little crazy. At least, he took my mind off her. Poor guy was also missing since I found him chewing on Khushi's things, many a time.
Also, Nk and Lavanya broke off and Khushi literally chewed my ear about it, for a good one hour on call. She was the biggest cheerleader for their relationship. Apparently, Nk felt that he had not gotten over his ex-girlfriend and that he's still hung up on her, and that he feels that Lavanya deserves more. So, he called it off, after six months of dating.
However, today I opened the door to find my wife, standing in all glory, with Scooby happily swaging his tail, between her legs. This is a dream. I am dreaming. I guess it's probably the lack of sleep affecting my brain.
Khushi can't be here since she still has 21 days of more training to go. Also, she would have informed me of the flight, so that I could have picked up from the airport.
"Hi" - the ghost version of Khushi greeted me.
It's official. I am hearing things. I badly need to catch up on my much-needed nap.
I ignored my imaginary version of Khushi and went to the bedroom, to sleep. 'Khushi' looked at me confused and lightly sad, until Scooby pounced on me making me hit my head on the floor and 'Khushi' helped me up and rubbing the back of my head.
That felt real. Am I still dreaming? Or is she really here?
"Please tell me that I am not dreaming." - I felt stupid, asking for reassurance from the ghost of my wife.
I watched the sad & tired eyes of 'Khushi' morph into that of curiosity, silliness and happiness.
'Khushi' lightly punched me on the chest and I felt the pain. IT IS NOT A DREAM!!!
I AM NOT DREAMING.
SHE'S HERE. MY WIFE IS HOME.
My frown turned into a fond smile and I swooped her up in their arms. My tiredness melted away as she kissed my cheeks.
"Hi" - she squeaked.
"Hi peaches." - I chuckled, kissing her back.
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