|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈|
She was someone who likes to be in her shell and He was someone who likes to break all the shells.
"Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh...
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Aarav's pov A tinge of heavy tension lingered in the air as I sat opposite to my wife who was at the adjacent side of her father. The only source of comfort was my mother-in-law, who earlier invited me for lunch after she coincidentally found me dropping Honey-eye a block away.
I faked a cough and quickly picked a glass of water upon receiving a sceptical look from my father-in-law. In a fleeting moment, my eyes latched with my wife's concerned gaze and I eyed towards her neck, signalling her to cover the love bite.
As much as my insides surge with possessive blaze on seeing my mark on her, at this moment it could work against me and could make my chances more slim to get my father-in-law's acceptance. And I'm sure my sweet wife wouldn't want that.
The lunch proceeded and it was better than I imagined. Although my father-in-law wanted to leave no stone unturned in evincing about my bothersome presence, however my mother-in-law's incessant look of disapproval worked in my favour.
"I should leave now." Though I don't want to and fuck! I saw Mish's eyes reflecting the same.
"Keep visiting, beta." I shot my mother-in-law a smile, a genuine one, which I've learned in the past few months.
"Papa, cab would take longer. Aarav would rather give you a ride."
A scowl emerged on my father-in-law's face and he looked as if he was about to protest, however my mother-in-law intervened, telling that sounds like a good idea.
"Actually his scooter is gone for servicing. I hope you won't mind." Her eyes shone with hope and her words carried a secret signal of urgency. And I was quick to nod my head.
My father-in-law pulled mother-in-law at another corner, his fights of disapproval unfolding while he stubbornly tried to coax his wife to break her resolve.
Grasping this chance, I threw a calculative gaze around before slithering my way to my wife. Her beautiful eyes widened in astonishment and frisson as I landed a quick peck on her lips.
"What are you doing ?" She screeched in a muffled voice.
My shoulders shrugged. "Dads and I never go well together. I can use some of my lady luck charm."
"Does that even make sense ?"
"Oh my sweet sweet wife. You should have figured it out by now."
I was forced to create some gap between us when my father-in-law decided to let us know about his sore throat. For Satan's sake! He makes it feel as if I'm not her husband but her boyfriend, whom he is so hell bent to not approve.
Plastering a diabetic smile on my face, I walked to him. "After you_" His glaring eyes forced me to second guess how to address him, "Sir ?"
He waved goodbye to Mish and mother-in-law and when his eyes fell on me, his smile fell and the same scowl returned. I threw a quick glance behind, where my wife and my mother-in-law were giving me thumbs up, and then quickly followed the trail of my scowling father-in-law.
