From Strangers to Partners

Chapter 37

Samyra's POV:

Over the next few weeks things go back to normal. I have started talking to Anmol and Arjun has respected the same, although he wasn't a fan earlier. I think it was after the  conversation he had with Anmol that he was fine with me hanging out with him. As expected others have gotten something else to talk about, which is my marriage to the Arjun Kapoor and therefore the pamphlet incident is long forgotten. Yash Bhai is completely fine now and over Rhea. Currently in our lives, I am really stressed and I have no clue how to deal with it. I walk back and forth trying to figure things out when the door opens and I see Arjun coming in.

"What's up?" He asks making his way to me.

"Nothing. Everything's going down." I say as he pecks me.

"Ughhh... No need to be so dramatic. You know what you need to do. I already told you, we have done it once already and you are good to go. I told you, you were decent enough in it and now that we have practiced, you are going to do better next time." He says exasperated.

"It's easier for you to say. I am not good at it and you know that. It took me a couple tries before I could even remember how it goes." I say embarrassed.

"Well, practice makes a man perfect. You remember how bad you were at kissing initially but now you are a pro." He winks at me and I can feel my cheeks burning more.

"Shut up! I am not liking you at all. I thought you loved my kisses." I say offended.

"Well, I did love them but only after you learnt how to give them. Now, back to the main topic, you need more practice." I can sense that he is just teasing me but it doesn't sit well with me.

"No, I won't practice it unless you say that I am a good kisser."

"Babe, I already said that you are now an amazing kisser." He laughs at my pout and gives me a hard kiss before moving back.

"But I am too tired to do it again!" I whine wanting to hit my head but feeling too tired to do even that. I plop on the bed face first, wanting nothing more than a nap.

"Come on we will do it together."

"We have to do it together only, I can't do it alone." I mumble turning my face to the side he is standing.

"Come on miss drama queen." I fee him holding my hand and pulling me, making me whine more.

"I hate you for making me do this."

"I am doing this for you." He reminds me.

"No, we are doing this for us."

"Care to explain how is this not for you but for us?" He asks sarcastically.

"Well, if I fail, would you like being called husband of a failed student? And how will you face everyone? You'll be so embarrassed that you'll have to hide your face in the society." I explain him. I see an amused expression covering his face.

"You do realise you are not making any sense at all."

"Well, you have to deal with this senseless wife." I shrug. He shakes his head before making me sit on the bed and bringing the fat Accounts book in front of eyes making me cringe ar the size of it.

I know we shouldn't fat shame but these Accounts and Maths books are so fat that I want to rip them apart.

"Start solving the examples first and no cheating." He says sternly.

"Is there any way I can skip my finals?" I ask him, hitting my head against the mammoth book whose pages could burn due to my incessant glaring. If looks could burn, their ashes would have been spread on this bed and I would have crushed it more under my weight, if possible.