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Author's POV
Shubman and Pooja were driving back to Mumbai after a week-long stay at Shubman's house in Punjab.
In the backseat, Ishan and Shreyas were fast asleep, their heads lolling with the car's movements.
Pooja turned to Shubman, her eyes reflecting the evening sun's golden light. "This week was different, Shubman. Spending time with your family was nice, but I missed Mumbai too."
Shubman glanced at her, giving her a small smile. "Yeah, it's been an interesting week. My family really took to you. And I am happy that you enjoyed everything."
Pooja nodded, her fingers lightly drumming on her lap. " I missed our routine, especially your cooking. I didn't realize how much I enjoyed it until I had to go without it." She spoke and chuckled.
Shubman chuckled, his eyes briefly meeting hers. "I missed cooking for you too. It's become something I look forward to. Love being your personal chef."
As they arrived at the airport, they gently roused Ishan and Shreyas, who stumbled out of the car, groggy but cooperative. They boarded their flight, settling into their seats with a sense of relief.
Pooja leaned her head on Shubman's shoulder as the plane took off. He wrapped an arm around her, a comforting gesture.
During the flight, they shared a set of earbuds, listening to music. Occasionally, their hands would brush, eliciting shy smiles and quiet laughter. The atmosphere between them was warm and companionable, a mix of growing affection and familiarity.
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When they landed in Mumbai and made their way to their apartment, they were greeted by the scent of a freshly cleaned home.
"Feels so good to be back home. I missed all the things here." She spoke as she slumped on the couch.
Pooja looked at him, her eyes warm. "I can't wait to taste your cooking again. I missed it so much. The food in Punjab was good, but there's something special about the way you cook."
Shubman grinned, pleased by her compliment. "Well I take it as a compliment! And how about I make us a nice dinner tonight? Something simple but special for my special person.?"
Her face lit up. "I'd love that."
As they settled in, Pooja glanced out the window and noticed the darkening sky. "It looks like it's going to rain soon," she remarked.
He nodded. "Perfect weather for a cozy evening at home."
Shubman prepared a delicious meal, and they sat down to eat together, enjoying the comfort and familiarity of their home.
After dinner, Shubman had an online meeting to attend. He excused himself and went to the study room.
Once everything was tidied up, she stepped out onto the balcony, feeling the first droplets of rain on her skin. The rain started to pour, and Pooja stood there, letting the cool water drench her. It was a liberating feeling, a moment of pure freedom. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.
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SHUBMAN'S POV
I completed my meeting as fast as possible. She is nowhere to be seen.
The balcony door was slightly ajar and I stepped outside to find her standing in the rain, her clothes soaked through. I paused for a moment, watching her enjoying the rain.
Without a word, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into a backhug. Pooja gasped in surprise but then relaxed into my embrace. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the neck against her cool, rain-drenched skin.
Pooja turned her head slightly, meeting my eyes. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a silent acknowledgment of the bond we were forging.
I couldn't resist myself anymore from kissing her. I was having a difficult time trying to shift my gaze away from her lips.
As if she understood my conflict in my gaze, the way my eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes, seeking permission. She reached up and gently cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing my skin in a tender gesture of reassurance.My heart started to pound in my chest as she inched closer, my breath mingling with hers in the humid air. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the softness of her touch were sending shivers down my spine. I looked into her eyes, seeking any last hint of hesitation. Her silent consent was clear.
With her touch, the last of my hesitation melted away. I leaned in slowly, my lips finding hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. She responded, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer. She responded in kind, her fingers threading through my hair as she melted into my embrace.
The kiss was slow and tender, a dance of discovery and affection. I felt a surge of emotions – relief, joy, longing. I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss
I broke the kiss only to rest my forehead against hers, both of us were breathless and smiling.
"I wanted to do this since long." I admitted. And she didn't reply but hugged me tightly.
I took her in and dried her hair. All this time she was clinging on to me.
I like it.
"Aachiiii." She sneezed and looked at me and we burst into laughter.
"I'll make some ginger tea for you." I said and went to kitchen.
Can't believe we had our kiss.
Why am I even blushing like a teenager who got to kiss his girlfriend.
I chuckled.
I prepared the tea and saw her descending down the stairs with a blanket and lots of pillows. She kept it on the sofa.
Isn't it my tshirt. Yes it is. Suits her more than me.
She smiled at me and took some snacks and sat on the sofa.
"Wanna watch a movie ?" She asked.
How can I say a no to this beauty.
I went and sat next to her. The movie started and she crawled more near to me and hugged me.
I kissed her head and hugged her tight not before covering ourselves in a blanket.
It was raining outside making the atmosphere cold. We almost completed the movie half.
But I heard some cute snores and I noticed her sleeping. She is cute.
Not all arranged marriages are bad. Some pave a way to a amazing life ahead.
