𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

Hira's pov

It was Sunday, and everyone was home. After having breakfast together, Sahil, Mira, Amer Bhai, and I were sitting in the lawn, enjoying some snacks and chatting. Amer Bhai suddenly asked,

“So... honeymoon ka kya plan hai? Where are you guys going?”

My cheeks flushed at his question, and I instinctively glanced at Sahil before clearing my throat and replying, “Abhi toh kuch nahi socha hai.”

Amer Bhai nodded, casually taking another bite of chicken, but a smirk spread across my face as I remembered something.

“Ap batao, apki shaadi ka kya plan hai?” I teased.

Amer Bhai instantly choked on his food. Mira, who was sitting beside him, panicked and handed him a glass of water, saying, “Bab—”

My eyes widened as she caught herself mid-word and quickly corrected, “Aaa... b-b... Bhaiya, pani.”

Amer Bhai coughed again, this time more out of disbelief, and shook his head as he stood up and walked inside the house. Mira quickly placed the glass back on the table and followed him, excusing herself in a flustered manner. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene.

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Author's pov

In the kitchen, Amer was drinking water when Mira walked in.

“Amer,” she called softly.

Amer turned to her, placing the glass on the counter.

“Seriously, Mira? Bhaiya??” he said, his tone filled with disbelief.

“Sorry na! Woh muh se nikal gaya. Samne Bhai baithe the, toh I got scared,” she tried to explain, her voice tinged with guilt.

“Tumhare samne tumhara bhai baitha tha, toh tumne mujhe hi Bhaiya bana diya? Wah!” Amer exclaimed, clearly frustrated.

“Okay, I’m sorry na, yaar!” she said, holding his arm and smiling sheepishly, her eyes wide with a puppy-dog expression.

“Don’t you dare try to melt me with those eyes, Mira,” he muttered, trying to stay firm.

She chuckled and murmured softly, “Please, baby, I’m sorryyy.” She looked straight into his eyes, her expression genuinely apologetic.

“Fine,” he groaned, lifting his hands in mock surrender before pulling her into a hug. Both of them laughed, their earlier tension melting away.

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Hira's pov

Later That Evening

Sahil and I were in our bedroom, half-laying on the bed. Sahil’s head rested on the headboard while mine was against his chest. He was listening quietly as I rambled on about random things.

“And you know, I love flowers—like, love them all,” I said, breaking the silence.

He looked down at me with a soft smile. “Which flowers do you like, sweetheart?”

“Roses, tulips, and... I love the smell of jasmine. I even have a perfume with that scent!” I said enthusiastically.

He nodded thoughtfully, and the rest of the evening passed in lighthearted conversations like this.

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Sahil's pov

The next morning, I was ready to leave for the office. I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair, when I heard her stirring awake. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, and frowned at me.