..Kya jaane tu mere irade
Le jayunga saanse churake..Arup's pov
I placed the utensils and the bowls of rice, curry and chicken on the dinning table. I looked towards the sofa to call Mimi. But she is not here. I frowned my eyebrows and looked towards our bedroom. The door is locked. Is Mimi there!?
Before I knocked on the door. She came out.
"Kya kar rahi thi ajao. 10 baaj chuke hain dinner bhi karna hain."
"Hm" she hummed in response and sat on the chair.
I take a sit beside her and I served the food to both of us. But she is eating slowly.
"Abhi bhi naraz ho gharwalo se!"
I looked towards her. But there is no sadness on her face instead of nervousness. Why she is nervous!
I placed my hand on her thigh. She trembles under my touch.
"Kuch huwa hain?" I asked again with more concern.
"Wo..wo mujhe khana hain abhi bad mein baat karenge." She stop and again said. "Aap apna hath hathayiye"
"Kya!!" I asked her to make sure what I am hearing is right.
"Aapka hath. Hathayiye"
I looked towards my hand which is on her thigh and then remove it. I take a deep breath and focused on the food. I know something is wrong.
*****
After cleaning the dinning table I looked towards our bedroom closed door. Definitely something is wrong.I opened the door of our bedroom and here she is wearing a beutiful saree.
The whole event on the dinning area started blurring on my mind.My current focus is only on my wife who is looking like mine.
And then I look our whole room.
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Atrangi Mohabbat
RomanceMimi Sen- A sweet girl, always in her own World Arup Roy - A Handsome IPS Officer Why always "Didi tera devar deewana"!! & why not "bhabi tera vai deewana" 🌚✨🤍 My first language is not English and also not hindi 😂 so dear readers agar kuch gala...