THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

•∆17 ~ 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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Aditya's pov:

After a long, chaotic, wonderful day with my family where we were so busy playing that we nearly forgot to eat lunch,we finally ended up back in the living room.

My grandparents had gone to visit my uncle and my parents were out on one of the outings as they like to call them.
Even after all these years of marriage, my father never missed a chance to take my mother out whenever the house was a little quieter, especially when Dadu and Dadi were away. It was one of those small things that always made me want a relationship like them.

With only the five of us at home, we decided to order in and told the staff to take the evening off. Vivaan had gone back to his place after lunch, so it was just me, my wife, Veer and Naira left to argue about what to watch.

My wife wanted us all to watch her favourite movie and since Veer and Naira hadn't seen it yet, they agreed with her. Before even the discussion started I knew it was the same movie she had watched a thousand times and cried over every single time without fail.

And just as predictably, as the movie went on, she started crying but this time, she wasn't alone.Veer was sniffing quietly, trying to hide his tears behind his hand. Naira had given up all pretense and was openly wiping her eyes while side hugging Veer.

I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them. Just some hours ago they were fighting like animals and acting all tough.

At the sound of my laughter, all of them turned their eyes toward me at the exact same time, and the glares they shot in my direction made my smile drop and hands rise in surrender.

Taniya reached over and swatted my arm gently. “Stop laughing,” she said, her voice still thick with tears.

I had learned over the past few months that trying to make her understand that it was just fiction,while she was crying over a movie or a book, was completely pointless so I just nodded in return and turned my gaze back to the TV with my arm settled around her shoulders.

Whenever I sensed an overload of feelings from any one of them,I handed them tissues but it seemed like they were on a roll.
Every two minutes, fresh tears would roll down from someone’s cheeks as they reached for another tissue.

I was taking care of three fully grown adults, all crying over a story that existed only on a screen. After a while, I decided to let Veer and Naira console each other and  focused entirely on the one person who was now crying with her head on my shoulder. My wife.

I wiped her tears as she and quietly sobbed until the credits rolled.“The mood is too depressing…we need to watch a comedy movie” Veer suggested,blowing his nose.

Naira looked at him in disgust before suggesting a movie. Thankfully it was a movie they both liked so there was no argument.

Minutes into the movie and my wife's laughter was echoing through the room like the earlier tears had never happened. She threw her head back and laughed at every joke and every stupid scene.

If someone had walked in, they would never believe that these laughing monsters were crying just a few minutes ago.

We had a movie marathon that stretched well into the night. By the time we finished watching movies back-to-back, we had eaten through enough snacks so we skipped dinner and decided to sleep.

Taniya had gone with Veer and Naira and after double checking every window and door and switching off the lights,I too went upstairs. Mumma and Papa had already told us that they would go to chachu's place so I locked the front door too.