Whispers of Romance

"Tall giraffe and little bunny"

Evening,

Vaidehi was clad in an oversized pastel blue shirt paired with white leggings. She had chosen this attire upon Viyansh's insistence that she wear loose and light clothing to alleviate the discomfort caused by her rashes. She did look adorable in the outfit, but at the moment, her demeanor was far from cute. Standing atop the living room sofa, hands firmly planted on her hips, she exuded an aura of anger and determination, as if she was ready to confront someone head-on. Someone occupied the sofa across from her, becoming the target of her intense glare.

Vaidehi: "Wait until my Ansh arrives. He will surely scold you for what you did."

Person: "I'm not scared of your stupid husband, and for God's sake, step down."

Vaidehi: "How dare you call Ansh stupid!"

In this scenario, Vaidehi was mainly engaged in glaring and expressing her discontent through words, while the other person reciprocated with a glare and an annoyed expression.

Viyansh's POV,

As I arrived home, I immediately noticed my Biwi standing on the sofa, seemingly in the midst of scolding someone. Although I couldn't discern the person she was addressing from my vantage point, I surmised it was likely Vihaan, as he was the only other individual who might be home at this hour.And talking about my Jaan, it seems like every time I return home, she's either perched on the sofa, a table, or some other elevated surface for reasons known only to her. Alternatively, she'll be bustling about the house, often trailing behind Viraj or Virat. But I can't complain because she's the one who's turned this house into a home. It's become a part of my routine to find her jumping or hopping around, and it's a comforting sight. Looks like today she's in the mood to give Vihaan a piece of her mind.

Approaching her, I stood before her, and she met my gaze.

Vaidehi: "Annshhh"

Viyansh: "Kahiye Ansh ki jaan." (Yes, my love, what is it?)

Her cheeks adorned with a subtle blush, accompanied by a shy smile—a sight that always warmed my heart.

Vaidehi: "Achcha hua aap aa gaye main na aapka hi wait kar Rahi thi aapko pata hai ...."
(Thank goodness you're here, I was waiting for you. You know...)

Interrupting her, I posed my question.

Viyansh: "Jaan tum aise har waqt kahi bhi kyu chadh jati ho gir jaogi tum, niche utaro aur batao tumhare rashes hai ya gaye."
(why do you always climb up anywhere? You'll fall. Come down and tell me, are your rashes still there or gone?)

Just as I was about to reach for her shirt near her neck to investigate, she halted my movement by placing her hands on my shoulders.

Vaidehi: "Anshhh"

Her eyes downcast, she appeared bashful, perhaps due to our surroundings in the living room.

Viyansh: "Anyways niche utariye aap pehle." (come down first.)

I embraced her waist, lifting her gently before setting her back down.

Viyansh: "Ab ye lijiye." (Here you go.)

I handed her the bouquet of roses and strawberries I had bought for her. Instantly, her face lit up with the most heartwarming smile, the kind that made me feel like I could do anything.

Vaidehi: "Ayyyyy thank you Ansh."

She jumped and hugged me tightly, and I tenderly caressed her hair before planting a kiss on her forehead. Looking up at me due to our height difference, she smiled.