Transmigration to the 90's

Falling in love

The days at the Khurana house were a delightful change for both Randhir and Aadarsh. It was as if the warmth and vibrancy of the family breathed new life into them, making them forget the everyday responsibilities for a while. They cherished every moment, surrounded by the love and playful energy of Aadarsh's family.

One sunny afternoon, everyone was lounging in the garden, enjoying the gentle breeze and sipping on cool drinks. The conversation was lighthearted, with occasional bursts of laughter. Suddenly, Arjun's eyes caught the gardener wrapping up his work and placing the hose back. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, and he quietly slipped over to grab it. He shot a knowing look at Karan, who immediately understood the plan. Karan smirked and quickly took hold of another hose.

Before anyone could realize what was happening, Arjun and Karan unleashed a sudden splash of water, drenching both Randhir and Raghav, who were caught completely off guard.

"Wha—!" Raghav spluttered, looking down at his soaked clothes. He turned to see the twins grinning like a pair of Cheshire cats.

Randhir, shaking off the shock, narrowed his eyes playfully. "Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" he said, grabbing the hose closest to him. "Two can play this game!"

He quickly aimed the stream of water at Karan, who dodged and ran behind Samarth, using him as a shield. Samarth was hit squarely in the back, and he turned around slowly, wiping his face, and gave a mock glare. "Alright, that's it!" he shouted, a smile breaking through. "This means war!"

With a whoop, Samarth snatched a hose from Randhir, while Raghav grabbed the other one. Soon, it was a full-blown water fight. Nandini and Sharanaya tried to stay out of it at first, but the twins weren't having any of that. They managed to sneak up on the two women and splash them thoroughly, dragging them into the chaos.

Aadarsh, who had been laughing at the scene from a safe distance, found himself being tugged into the fray by Sharanaya. "No way you're sitting this one out, little brother!" she declared, splashing water at him.

"Hey!" Aadarsh laughed, dodging and trying to splash her back. "I'm going to get you for that!"

The garden was soon filled with shrieks, laughter, and splashing water as everyone chased each other, slipping on the wet grass and having the time of their lives. It was a scene of pure joy, a chance for them all to be carefree and silly, like children again.

From the porch, Suman watched the playful chaos unfold, shaking her head with a small smile. "Look at them, all soaked and dirty," she said, sighing but unable to hide her amusement. "They'll catch a cold if they don't stop."

Amarjeet, who was sitting next to her, chuckled deeply. "Let them have their fun, Suman. It's not often we see them all together like this, enjoying themselves so freely." He grinned as Randhir managed to sneak up behind Aadarsh and splash him with a huge wave of water, causing Aadarsh to shriek in surprise. "Besides, they'll just have to warm up with some hot tea afterward."

Suman finally laughed, shaking her head in resignation. "Fine, fine. But they better not come inside like that! They'll track mud everywhere."

The water fight continued until they were all soaked, mud-streaked, and breathless from laughing so hard. At last, Amarjeet raised his voice, calling out, "Alright, soldiers, that's enough! Go get cleaned up before you all catch a cold!"

Panting and still laughing, everyone slowly made their way back inside, dripping wet but grinning from ear to ear. It had been a perfect, carefree afternoon, one they wouldn't forget anytime soon.

After the chaotic water fight, Randhir and Aadarsh, like everyone else, made their way upstairs to freshen up and change out of their drenched clothes. They entered Aadarsh's room, still laughing softly about how drenched everyone had gotten.

Aadarsh was soaked through, his kurti clinging to his skin, outlining his figure in a way that caught Randhir's attention. As Aadarsh bent down to untangle the dupatta from his wet hair, Randhir found his eyes drifting, tracing the curves of his wife's body. The kurti, now transparent from the water, clung to Aadarsh's light chubby frame, accentuating his chest, where the slight swell of his breasts was just noticeable, hidden beneath the bra. His waist, narrow, contrasted beautifully with his broader hips. It was like the fabric was outlining every inch of him, and Randhir couldn't tear his eyes away.

For a moment, Randhir's breath hitched. He felt a warmth rise up inside him, a mixture of admiration and sudden awareness. It wasn't just that Aadarsh looked beautiful—there was something undeniably alluring about him right now, and Randhir couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

Aadarsh, still oblivious to the way his husband was looking at him, glanced over his shoulder with a smile. "You should go first and freshen up, Randhir. I'll wait here." His voice was casual, still full of that post-laughter lightness.

Randhir snapped out of his daze, his heart pounding a little harder than he'd like to admit. "Uh, yeah... yeah, I'll... I'll go first," he stammered, quickly grabbing his towel and a change of clothes before practically dashing to the bathroom.

As he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. What was happening to him? Why was he suddenly seeing Aadarsh in this light? He splashed his face with cold water, trying to clear his head, but the image of Aadarsh's soft, chubby curves, the way his kurti had clung to him, wouldn't leave his mind. It was as if something had shifted, and Randhir wasn't sure how to deal with it.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Aadarsh was still wringing water out of his dupatta, humming a little tune to himself. He didn't realize the effect he had on Randhir, nor did he notice how his own feelings were starting to change. It wasn't just the comfort of being with his family that made him happy—it was how Randhir had been acting lately, warmer, more considerate, and a lot less distant than when they first got married. Maybe this marriage wasn't going to be so bad after all.

When Randhir finally emerged from the bathroom, freshly cleaned and dressed, he caught Aadarsh still in his wet clothes, struggling to unpin the last of his hair. Aadarsh glanced up, offering a gentle smile, and Randhir felt that warm flutter in his chest again.

"You should get cleaned up too," Randhir said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You'll catch a cold if you stay like that."

Aadarsh nodded, still smiling, and gathered his dry clothes to head into the bathroom. As he passed Randhir, their shoulders brushed lightly, and for a fleeting moment, Randhir felt his breath catch again. He turned his head to watch Aadarsh go, and something inside him whispered, This is the person I'm falling for.

But he wasn't ready to admit that out loud just yet. So, instead, he sat down and tried to distract himself, though he couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this marriage might turn out to be more than just an arrangement.

Oh how Randhir is slowly becoming a simp 😌😏

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