tum mile [amvira]

sleeping arrangements

Synopsis: Amruta is back at the Ahujas' house but Virat and her disagree on sleeping arrangements. Chaos, romance, and more chaos ensues.

A/N: love AmVira but i only recently discovered them so still trying to catch up to the latest episode. please forgive any plot inaccuracies!

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"Ye kya hai?" 

Amruta's movements paused, her hands retracting from the pillow she was fluffing up. "Mera bistar. Kyun? Mujhe yahan par sone ke bhi mana hai kya?"

Virat's eyebrows furrowed up in confusion. "Arre, maine kab—"

Amruta whipped around to face her husband who was startled by her sudden movement. So startled in fact that his grip on his towel loosened, threatening to fall.

Instead of opening her mouth to vent out her frustration, Amruta simply kissed her teeth and shielded her eyes from his half-naked frame. She turned back around to continue making her makeshift bed on the couch.

"Aankein ka checkup karwana hai kya tumhara? Itna bada bed tumhen nahi dikha?" Virat sarcastically asked. "Tum wahan par kyun soyengi phir?"

"Okay!" Amruta agreed and clapped her hands.

Virat frowned at her immediate agreement.

"Tum sofa le, mein bed par sooongi," she smartly said and started to walk past him but was stopped by his frame.

"Oh hello, ye mera bhi kamra hai. Mein bed par hi sooonga," Virat said adamantly. 

Amruta shrugged her shoulders. "Mujhe pata tha. Isiliye maine khud apni bed sofa par bana diya tha. Tumhen iss baat par itna dikhaat kyun ho raha hai?"

"D-Dikhaat? Maine kab kaha ki mujhe dikhaat hai?" Virat scoffed and shook his head.

"Arre, toh phir mujhe sone de na!" Amruta said, exasperated. "Lagta hai mera sir khake hi acha neend soyenga yeh Shengdana," she muttered as she adjusted her blankets.

"Kya—kya kaha?" Virat asked, grabbed her arm and pulling her towards him so he could have her undivided attention.

"Kuch nahi. Mujhe sona hai ab. Haath chhodo mera," Amruta said while glaring at her husband.

"Kabhi nahi chhodoonga," he said while clutching her arm closer to his chest.

"Kya?" Amruta asked, her breath getting caught in her throat.

"Mera matlab hai ki agar kisine dekh liya toh. Hum dono pati-patni hai. Ajeeb lagega agar koi hume iss tara alag alag sote hue dekhe toh."

Amruta rolled her eyes. "Kaun aayega, aadi raat ko, ek pati-patni ki kamre mein? Waise bhi kuch din ki baat hai. Kuch din mein hum dono pati-patni ya ek hi sheher mein nahi rehenge."

Virat inhaled sharply. "Banker—"

"Don't worry. Iss sab ke badh---yeh Harsh, Isha aur Priyanka ke drama ke baad hum jayenge. Aur thaki koi confusion na ho iss baar, mein divorce ka sign lekar hi jaoonga," she said assertively. She pushed against his chest to put some space in between them. "Tumhen kya lagta hai? Mujhe shock hai har din naya taane sune ka? Aisa lagta hai ki har din, breakfast, lunch, dinner ke liye mein khana nahi balki tumhari paarivar ka insults khati hoon.

Amruta's eyes teared up as she continued to fight against him. "Aur upar se, woh aurat. Tumhari biwi—"

Virat's jaw ticked at the mention of his ex-wife who was currently living under the same roof as them. To halt her flying fists, Virat grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her closer towards him. "Woh meri biwi nahi hai, Banker," he roughly said. "Tum meri biwi ho. Kitni baar mujhe kehna padega yeh baath?"