𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 ✔

94. Tears of Happiness

Author's POV •••

That evening , the phone rang just as Rumaisa placed a neatly folded kurta inside the closet. She pressed it between her shoulder and ear, balancing the fabric in her hands.

"Ansh," she acknowledged, her tone absentminded, fingers smoothing out a few wrinkles in the cloth.

From the other end, Ranvijay's voice came, steady and calm. "Aaj late ho jayega aate aate. Dinner kar lena, ok?"

Her movements stilled for a fraction of a second, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Tum hamesha aise hi karte ho," she grumbled, a mix of irritation and familiarity lacing her words. It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

There was a pause, followed by his amused voice, deep and teasing. "Baby," he drawled, as if the single word could melt away her annoyance.

She knew that tone too well. The way he said it-soft yet coaxing, a quiet promise that he'd make it up to her later. But at this moment, she wasn't ready to be pacified.

"Bye," she mumbled, her voice betraying the faintest hint of a pout as she quickly ended the call before he could say anything else.

Placing the phone down, she exhaled, staring at the half-filled closet. She knew she'd wait up for him, no matter how much she pretended otherwise. Because that's just how it always was between them-frustration wrapped in warmth, complaints laced with affection, and a love that neither of them needed to say out loud.

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The moment he stepped into their room, his eyes instantly sought her out. And there she was-standing by the dresser, her arms folded loosely as she looked at him with that soft, knowing smile. The warm glow of the bedside lamps cast a golden hue over her, making her look almost ethereal.

"Baby," he called, his voice tinged with exhaustion yet filled with a familiarity that settled deep in her heart.

She turned fully to face him, her gaze locking with his as she took slow, deliberate steps toward him. When she was close enough, she placed her palm against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath her fingers.

"Happy Birthday, Husband" she whispered, her voice carrying warmth, affection, and something unspoken-something only the two of them understood.

His lips quirked up into a smirk as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Thank you, Wifey" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, his forehead dipping against hers.

He let the moment settle before softly asking, "Gussa ho?"

His grip on her waist tightened slightly. He knew exactly why she was asking. He could still remember the last conversation-the way she had been upset with him, the way her voice had held that tiny edge of annoyance. But now, as she stood here in his arms, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the buttons of his shirt, he could sense the shift in her mood.

"Gussa thi. Ab nahi hoon " she admitted, a teasing glint in her eyes, daring him to argue.

A slow, amused chuckle left his lips. "Achha?" he mused, tilting his head slightly as he studied her.

"You are glowing," he whispered, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on her waist.

His brows furrowed slightly. "Am I?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

She laughed, the soft sound making his grip tighten on her waist as if he needed to hold her closer.

Leaning in, she whispered against his ear, "I have a surprise for you."