Kese tu gungunaye muskurae
Chhoti moti baato pe muh fulaye
Ye nazakat meri aadat paas mujhe layeNadaniyan nadaniyan kheenche mujhe
Nadaniyan
Nadaniyan nadaniyan
Pagal kare Teri har adaaDil ke saare isharo pe bas tera hi naam hai
Kese tu gungunaye muskuraye
Chhoti moti baato pe muh fulaye
Ye nazakat meri aadat paas mujhe layeDIVYA'S POV...
Right now I'm lying on the floor outside the bathroom door.
Why?
Because at night after my so called drunk husband slept around 2 am blabbering wierd stuff in his drunk sleep slumber I got up to use the washroom.But then I got stumbled on my own foot and hit my toe at the bathroom door.
I layed down here to soothe the pain while rubbing my toe soothingly.I slept here without realising.
And when I woke up 20 minutes ago I tried to get up but the urge to stay like this here forever kicks in.
I might as well die old lying outside the bathroom door.
Soon I heard some rustle sounds and my husband woke up.
Rubbing his eyes he got up in sitting position and held his head in his palms.
Ofcourse hangover.
Ooh the song.
Hangover teri yaado ka hangover teri baato ka Hangover.
Where is the song coming from?
Oh the back of my mind.Oh baato se yaad aaya his drunk sleepy talk.
You wouldn't believe the kind of questions he asked me.
Like literally.
Why does he even have those thoughts?Flashback to last night...
He suddenly got up from the bed and stood up to take the clock down from the wall.
He threw the clock out of the window.
"What the heck are you doing ansh?" I asked shocked."Seeing the time fly" he said simply innocently.
Making me laugh.I took him back to bed by dragging him.
He layed down and closed his eyes."Do you think the sea is salty because the land never waves back?" He asked with closed eyes in his sleepy horse voice waiting for my reply.
"I'm a science student ansh I don't think it's salty just because of that" i replied nonchalantly.
"Why are babies in the womb for 9 months but not 9 months old when they're born?" He asked again.
"How would I know?you haven't impregnated me yet" i replied Calmly.
"Why is Monday so far from Friday but Friday so close to Monday?" He asked.
"That's just how the week works ansh" i replied.
"Can a teacher give homework to a homeless kid?" He asked.
"She can teachers are evil they don't care if you have a home or not" i replied.
"What colour are mirrors?" He asked.
"Umm" I didn't reply.
"What does water taste like?" He asked.
"Uhh" I didn't reply.
I guess metalic?but I'm not sure.
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His Solace , Her Devotion
FantasyDedication : To all the girls out there who're looking for a men who loves in the day and fucks at the night with the same passion.... Divya...., A girl who is like a butterfly. Free spirited, indipendent,lovely and pretty butterfly with her beautif...