Khamoshiyaan-The secrets of their heart

3. Abhir Abhinav Sharma

Armaan again gave a side glance to his wife who was studying or more like writing quite aggressively. That was the scenario from the past half an hour. He tried asking twice but ended up getting an earful each time so he watched from the side itself. Finally being done with the silence he decided to take the bull by its horn.

Armaan- "Abhira tum actually main kya kar rahi ho"

Abhira dangerously glared at him pointing the pencil at him- "Hear me out Mr. Armaan Poddar ek aur baat tumne mujhe pareshan Kia na toh band baja dungi main tumhare samjhe"

"Are par hua kya hai tum itna gussa kyu kar rahi (mumbling) not that tumhe wajah chahiye Angry bird kahiki"

"Kya kaha tumne"

Armaan irritated- "Angry bird kaiki kaha koi problem". Abhira stood shocked as the pencil fell from her hand on the floor.

Abhira- "What tumne mujhe Angry bird bola main angry bird hoon na toh tum washing powder Poddar sahi naam hai tumhara mere dimag pura safa chaat clean karte rehte hon aur pura din toh safedi ki chamkan banke rehte ho" refering to the white shirt collection Armaan had.

"What main safedi ki chamkan aur washing powder how could you call me that"

Both of them were already standing by then as they pointed fingers at each other not even realizing that they were standing closer than their conscious mind would allow.

"Tum safedi ki chamkan hi nahi Puri dukan ho aur dukan ke front main ek loud speaker hogi tabhi tumhari tarah wo pura din ABHIRA ABHIRA kar sakta hai" she said imitating his ways of calling her out.

Armaan took a step front but slipped on the pencil and fell on the bed taking Abhira with him as he tried to catch hold of her hand. They got lost in each other's eyes feeling an undescribable pull at each other. The playful air changed into tension equivalent to the heaviness they felt with each other.

Arman took a sharp break looking at the almond-shaped chocolate black eyes looking at him with confusion. Unknown to him he took his rough hands near her cheeks and gently caressed her cheeks and grinned when he saw her closing her eyes. He would not deny the fact there was something different he felt near her which he felt with no other woman other than her. But he never got a chance to think about it.

Abhira breathed in as she felt his touch not knowing why she even was feeling that way. His rough hands gently caressed her soft cheeks establishing a new effect in her, his effect. Armaan was about to say something when Abhira's phone pinged with a message. They suddenly realized their pose and hurriedly moved away their cheeks heating up. To avoid more embarrassment Abhira took out her phone to check the message reading which she jumped at the place and then sprang out of the room leaving an utterly confused Armaan there who followed her not knowing what was happening.

Abhira went down the hall where only the youngsters and the ladies of the house except Vidya who was at the temple to pray and Roohi who was out for some reason. Abhira rushed towards the door shocking everyone there. No one has ever seen her so happy and bubbly. The door opened and welcomed a young man his physic attracting people and an aura which calls for obedience.

Roohi looked at the mansion in front of her before looking around her and once assured she reached out to ring the bell. She waited for a few seconds before the door was opened by a woman who looked older than her. The woman passed a warm motherly smile to her as Roohi hugged her like an excited child. Of course, she was excited after all she was meeting her after almost a month.