Jaavedaan~ Hai Ishq Tujhse! (Eternally Yours)

~Drunk Meera 2.0~

Adaayein badi funki,
Kare hai nautanki,
Yeh chori badi drama queen hai....

Vivaansh had searched everywhere from balcony to the closet, from library to the kitchen, and from pool to the terrace, and yet he did not find his little bratty wife anywhere.

A frustrated and angry Vivaansh came to the pool area only to find his wife sitting there with her legs dipped into the water as she sat there chilling under the sky full of stars.

Vivaansh gritted his teeth as he was searching for her in the whole house like a maniac, and she was sitting there all happy and unbothered.

"Meera.", Vivaansh's tired and stern voice reached Meera who turned around before looking up at him and flashed her chocolaty teeth to him making his eyes go wide.

"What are you doing, Meera!", Vivaansh's angry voice made Meera frown and then pout at him. She slowly forward her hands up at him muttering cutely, "Dirty."

Shaking his head in disbelief, Vivaansh crouched down in front of her and snatched the chocolate ice-cream tub from Meera's hands making her whine, that Vivaansh ignored thoroughly.

Throwing his naughty wife on his shoulder like a light weighted potato sack, Vivaansh carried her towards their room, forcefully.

"Nooo!! My ice-cream.", Meera cried while staring at the ice-cream which was slowly going away from her as Vivaansh hurriedly walked towards their room. She held her hands up in air still staring at the ice-cream expecting the tub full of ice-cream to fly and come into her hands on its own.

"Shut up.", Vivaansh hit his free hand on her butt spanking her as Meera was flapping her legs in protest not wanting to go back to their room. Vivaansh was worried if her loud voice will wake up his mother and badi-maa in the middle of night.

Entering their room and then walking straight to the bathroom, Vivaansh made Meera stand on her feet and rolled his eyes when he saw Meera glaring him.

"That hurts.", Meera complained pointing at where Vivaansh had spanked her.

"Then be a good girl or I will hit you more.", Vivaansh thretened her with wide eyes and Meera's mouth open in shock before she dramatically palmed her lips and exclaimed with big doe eyes, "Haw, domestic violence? I will complain to bua-daadi. Then she will also hit you on your ass."

"Haan phir main bhi bua-daadi ko bol dunga ke unki bahu drink karke apne pati ko aadhi raat mein pareshaan kar rahi hai. Phir dekhte hai bua-daadi kis-ko maarti hai.", Vivaansh said as a matter of fact and Meera's eyes widen in worry about her impression on bua-daadi.

Meera's lips pursed into offence as she did not get anything good to give back for Vivaansh's argument. She felt like crying and her lips curled down as if she would start crying any moment.

Looking at her crying face, Vivaansh's closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He knew he needed more patience than he ever had in his whole life.

"Give your hands here.", Vivaansh softly asked for her hands so he can wash them since they were dirty because she had an ice-cream literally with her fingers. Not only her hands but also her mouth was dirty and chololaty.

"Nii!! Aapne mereko maara. Main nahi dungi apna haath aapko. Aap phirse haath par maaroge mereko.", Meera stubbornly hide both her hands behind her back.

"Nahi marunga, meri jaan.", Vivaansh coeed smiling at her but it did not assured Meera and even after lots of mehnat, Vivaansh still could not get her hands to wash them.