Once Upon A Wedding

6| Ahaan's husband

"CAN YOU FREAKING WALK FASTER?" I asked politely, earning a scowl from him. He pushed his hands into his pocket, more deep, and turned his head away from my face in a mocking way. Wow! I'm dealing with a 26-year-old who just seemed to have his first period.

Well, he has all his emotional symptoms.

"Mr. Ahaan Sharma, Your glorious Mercedes is lying dead, and you won't summon an army of taxis at a whistle! So get your damn ass here as fast possible before that old man's brain gets short-circuited and he abandons us!" I growl, pointing my fingers at him. "Some of us need to get a warm place to stay "

"The only reason, I'm tolerating you is because that old man thinks we are a couple- He might be high as hell to think that- But that doesn't mean you can rant whatever you want!" He retorted, striding past me, with long and furious strides, making me run to him, my protests echoing in the chilly air.

He quickened his pace and so did I. In no time we were locked in a race, with me tailing behind, screaming at him that I run faster if I weren't hungry. Finally, we reached the gas station.

Our eyes fell on the old man, lying on the side of the gas station, a bottle in his hands. A beer bottle.

Uhh.. uhh..

"Well, he seems busy" I voiced out, watching the man making weird noises and blabbering something. Ahaan seemed to be quite bewildered by his state.

"Yeah, but he said he would help us. Let's go!" Grabbing my hand, he started to drag me to the man. I yelped and tried to pull my hand away but he insisted.

"Are you serious? He is drunk!" I tried to knock some sense into him but Ahaan was adamant.

"Not much, I think" We stood in front of him, looking down.

"Not much!? How much is very drunk according to you? The state in which he is calling you his wife or what?!" I spat, but Ahaan was still looking at him.

In the gist of the moment, the drunk old man jumped on his feet and his eyes twinkled. Next thing we know, Ahaan was pulled in a fierce hug by him.

"G-ulaaaaabo! Meri jaan, tum waaaapas agayi!" The man kissed his cheek and brushed his lips against Ahaan's beard.

[My life! You came back!]

Ahaan was frozen in his place, but that stunt made him jerk and push him away.

The man was on a mission, though.

He lunged at him and tried to kiss his lips. "Ummm.. Mwaahh!" He gave Ahaan another kiss on his neck and I burst out laughing.

Ahaan was shrieking by now. "Mai gulaboo nahi hu uncle!"

[I'm not gulabo!]

The man's hand went to his chest and he pinched his nipple making him gasp and clutch his sore area. My eyes widened at his stunt.

"Ab tak itne bade?" Ahaan flushed red in embarrassment, his finger rubbing his chest while another kept his away. I was laughing so hard by now, my eyes welled up with tears.

[They are still big?]

Ahaan shot me a cruel glare, and since I needed to live another day with him, I agreed not to die this soon. With every cell of my body pushing me to let another laugh when the man winked at Ahaan, I grabbed his attention.

"Uncle, wo apki gulabo nahi hai!" I hesitantly patted his shoulder and the man turned to me. With my guard up, I looked at him skeptically.

[Uncle, he isn't your gulabo]