My Mr. Artist

Chapter 35

Kiyah

My city. My hometown.

The feeling of returning home is amazing as I guide Ansh outside the airport, towards the taxi parking area. I already booked the taxi and as it pulled in front of us, we hurriedly settle down with our luggage. Throughout the ride, I show him familiar streets, rewinding nostalgic memories and new changes which were as well surprising to me.

We pulled over in front of a hotel first, which might be our safe move. Ansh decided to book a room for him, keeping his luggage there and only carrying gifts and small bag with him. I am with my whole carry-on as I wait for Ansh in receptionist area. As I saw him walking towards me, freshen up and in changed cloth, he looked more than fine if we ignore his right hand. He had recovered faster, and his pale face had also regained the color, making him just as handsome as before. But still we need an appointment for his check-up as schedule for next week.

As I was still staring at him knowingly, he got near and bend down, quickly capturing my lips and kissing me without any restrain. My eyes got widened and I push him away, standing up straight as I glare at him.

"You..."

"You look so attractive when you check me out that I couldn't resist." He just smirked and continue on his way to the exit. He looked happy, somehow relieved and ....free after coming down from room, suspicious, maybe I was thinking too deep. I stood at same place for few more seconds, gazing at his back and touched my lips then a smile made its way out at his little mischief as I followed behind him.

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It's scary !!!

When I was away, I wanted to hurry up and hug my maa and baba to death but as I stood looking at the entrance gate of my society with my boyfriend, I wish for us to just turn around and return to the safety of my rented apartment in city R.

I turned to look at Ansh, he might pretend, but I know he was much more nervous than I am with the way his orbs were darting from here to there and how his right leg is tapping the floor. Maybe we should try doing this stunt after few years into our reform relationship, maybe after ten years, by that time my father's reflex would be also a little slow comparatively.

"Ansh....." I called out but froze hearing at hesitant syllable.

"Di?"

Fuck my life!

Without even turning, I knew whose little bastard was behind me. I swallowed hard, glancing at Ansh who also froze as if caught doing some crime and then turned around. There stood my little bastard, frowning at the companion I bought home.

"You said you were not coming, and who is he?" Karan directly started interrogating me, crossing his arm, becoming my second father.

I gritted my teeth and slap the back of his head, "So I need to take your permission now to come home, don't forget this was my house first, now come, take the bags and lead the way, always wandering around, come, don't show me that face, Ansh give him the bags, he can carry it."

Karan snatched my bag and stood in front of Ansh but My Ansh being a polite person, declined the 'offer' and carried everything by himself with one hand. Karan also left, giving me a last look, sure enough to feed the news of my arrival to my parents while emphasizing on the fact that 'Di brought a boy home'. I let him go and helped Ansh carrying the load.

"Are we already in trouble?" Ansh whispered while looking ahead.

"Well, now we just move forward, trouble or no trouble." I whispered back, shutting off my brain.