Ahaan
Mumma wanted her to apply aalta, that's why she called her downstairs. And no, my wife didn't tell me that, Karan did. She hasn't even looked at me since our kiss.
Ugh. I never should have pounced on her. What was I even thinking? Romping her with a soul-sucking kiss like a forteen year old.
You do act all giddy like a teenager when you are around her.
Shutup.
"You look sick, everything okay?" Karan's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
"No-nothing. I'm good." I reply absent mindedly.
"Are you? Or is it the same reason why Bhabhi won't look at you since you came downstairs." He wiggled his eyebrows.
This bastard.
I walk towards him and hold him by his collar. "You listen to me, mister, and listen very well. You open that trap of yours one more time I'm gonna give you a good reason to keep it shut forever. Understood"
"Give him a slap from my side too Ahaan. He told Saanchi that I didn't eat her quinoa salad and now she won't talk to me." Bhai says, coming up behind me.
"Go now." I leave Karan's collar and he scurries away.
"Ab bata tujhe kya hua?" Bhai slings an arm over my shoulder as we walk towards the home mandir.
(Now tell what happened to you?)
"Why does everyone thinks that something has happened?" I ask frustrated.
"Because Karan's wearing a bright all floral kurta and you haven't called him 'phoolon ka bageecha' yet." Chachu answers passing by, steeling our attentions.
"See." Bhai say. "I don't know what's wrong with you and Ira, but something's definitely up and as your big brother I will give you only one advice: communication. Whatever it is, talk it out with Ira. Don't let misunderstandings or silence ruin what you both have."
I consider his advice for a moment. He isn't wrong and I do want to talk to her myself but how do you talk to someone when they don't even look at you.
"Is that why Bhabhi isn't talking to you? Communications." I retorted.
"You are lashing out. I get it. And don't worry about me, just let this pooja be over and I'll win her over. I have done it a hundred times before. How do you think I got her to marry me?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"You literally begged her to marry you." I state point blank.
"That's true, I did. But see, communication for the win again." He says with a straight face.
"Ugh. You are whipped."
"We'll wait a couple more months and then talk." With that he swoops off towards were everyone's gathered near the in house temple.
I walk towards them and take my place infront of the Shiv-Parvati idol with Ira on my left and the priest on my right. The priest begins the rituals of the Shiv-Parvati pooja and the incense wafts through the air, creating a calming aura around us all, while Ira and I sit side by sid in palpable silence. My mind keeps replaying the events leading up to this moment—the kiss with Ira, the subsequent awkwardness, and now this elaborate pooja orchestrated by Mumma.
The priest begins the pooja with traditional rituals, chanting mantras that resonate through the room. Incense wafts through the air, adding a sense of sanctity to the proceedings. I stole a glance at Ira, but she kept her gaze fixed on the idol, her expression unreadable.
As the pooja progresses, the priest delves into the story of Shiv-Parvati, weaving a narrative that mirrors our own situation in a strange way. He speaks of how Shiv and Parvati's union was predestined, how they faced challenges and misunderstandings, yet their love endured, stronger than ever.
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Romance"You know there is a reason I call you Blossom?" he says. "Yeah?" I ask. "Yeah." he meets my gaze and continues, "I picked it up from powerpuff girls. Ira, you are soo fucking independent and strong you probably don't even need me. Infact I think I...
