Our song 'Oh Girl You're Mine' is releasing today and we have promotions to go to. It's Abhishek's first time promoting with me and he's clearly nervous. Subah se mirror ke saamne bas badd badd kar raha hai. Pata nahi konse national award ki speech ki practice kar raha hai.
"Ishi, what all will the interviewers ask?" Abhishek asks me for the nth time.
"Relax Abhay, they won't ask you how many sex positions you've tried." I reply casually.
"Seriously bata na", he frowns.
"Mujhe kya pata? Meri bhua ka ladki thodina hai vo interviewer! Zada se zada kya pooch legi? Just marriage and work questions. I'll be there with you. Relax." I assure him.
Subah se sar khaa rakha hai iss aadmi ne mera. Firstly, I already feel way too many emotions and for god's sake I don't even know how many kinds of mood swings in a single day. I plan to have aloo tikki and end up eating falooda followed by khichdi. Meethe ke baad namkeen kon khaata hai? That's how unstable my mood swings are. And then this man has the audacity to ask me the dumbest questions. I swear agar ye mere hone wale bacchon ka baap nahi hota na to chappal fek ke maarti iske muh pe.
And this is not where the shit ends! Abhishek wanted to try keeping a beard and I was genuinely excited how it would look on him. When he started growing it, it got to the point where it looked perfect and the beard made his appearance so much hotter. I was crushing on him all over again. But then he decided to grow it more. Now it's gotten to the point that I can hide a small toy car inside his beard. He reminds me of those men during the COVID lockdown who just grew their beards so long out of nowhere. Baba adam lag raha hai mera pati. Abhi apne kabeele ke saath hippopotamus ka shikaar karke aaega. Junglee saala.
Anyways, despite all that, I obviously still love this lallu with all my heart. Kya karoon, pyaar ke haathon majboor hoon.
"Chalein?" Abhishek asks, playfully tapping my head and pulling me out of my train of thoughts—or should I say, my rants?
"You're not going out like this! Ye junglee look ko saaf karke aa," I say, crossing my arms and raising a brow.
"Doesn't it make me look wild?" he replies with a smirk, licking his lips in that classic Abhishek style.
"It makes you look like a wild animal. Please, go get rid of it," I insist, staying firm despite all his flirty tricks.
He sighs, rolling his eyes dramatically, but heads to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he emerges, freshly shaved, with a perfectly trimmed beard that makes him look even more irresistible.
