Secret Love Story #wattys2017 (COMPLETED)

Big Mouth

Kajol-2001

"What does it say?" Shah Rukh holds his breath waiting for me to answer. I'm surprised my face isn't telling him the obvious. I shake my head throwing the pregnancy test into the bin slumping onto the bed next to him. I lie back and close my eyes trying not to get too emotional. It's only been two months since we started trying but it's just the fact that we only did it once the first time I got pregnant. I'm very impatient when I want to be and right now I'm running out of steam to keep trying.
"Maybe it's just not meant to be?" I huff feeling Shah Rukh place his arm over my stomach and snuggle his head into my neck. I rest my hands on his feeling my lips drop into a frown.
"It is meant to be," Shah Rukh murmurs nuzzling his nose against my neck making me smile sadly, "we just have to be patient!" He pulls me up and I feel my eyes fly open. I stare at him as he smiles at me with those unbelievably cute dimples and that sparkle in his eye. Whenever I look at him I just fall in love with him over and over again.
"Easy for you to say," I joke nudging his chest playfully.
"You need to stop being so stubborn and impatient it will happen when it wants to happen," Shah Rukh kisses the tip of my nose making me giggle. Even when I want to be sad whenever I'm with Shah Rukh I just can't manage to pull it off because he always makes me want to smile and giggle and have fun.
"Okay if you say so," I mumble placing my forehead on his with a huge grin exploding across my face.
"You wanna help me learn my new script?" Shah Rukh asks lacing his arms around my waist and linking his fingers together in an unbreakable barrier.
"Haan," I mumble knowing full well it'll be ages until we manage to tear ourselves away from each other long enough for Shah Rukh to grab his script and set up in the lounge. We just  have this unbreakable bond between us that makes us want to love each other all the time. We stay kneeling on the bed our foreheads pressed together with our arms encasing each other for what feels like an eternity or well in reality ten minutes before I finally muster up the courage to push Shah Rukh off me so I can grab my glasses and find his new script. I hate the fact he's signed up to do another film because it means I'll have to spend at least five months away from him. I feel like working on Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham has really brought us together again after our brief spell of disaster. I settle on the sofa, folding my legs under me placing my glasses on my nose holding Shah Rukh's script in front of me. He sits on the opposite end of the sofa letting his legs droop over the side as he hugs a cushion to his chest staring at me with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. I purse my lips trying not to smile every time I catch Shah Rukh out the corner of my eyes. I read the first line of act one scene one and wait for Shah Rukh's response.
"Aap un ke gilaas mein seksee lag rahee," Shah Rukh flirts edging down the sofa towards me.
"Kya?" I ask placing the script on the floor beside the sofa folding my arms across my chest.
"I said you look sexy in those glasses," he smirks placing his hands either side of my waist placing a delicate kiss on my neck. I can feel the heat rising from the very tips of my toes all the way to the top of my head as Shah Rukh kisses my jawline making his way to my lips. I smile closing my eyes waiting for his lips to touch mine but then someone knocks at the door and Shah Rukh sighs jumping off the sofa. He walks to the door leaving me to gaze after him my lips tingling for his touch. Shah Rukh flashes me a smile before twisting the lock and pulling the door open partially so my half of the open kitchen-lounge area is blocked.
"Oh hi," Shah Rukh sounds surprised to see whoever it is at the door and it makes me intrigued.
"Have you seen Kajol it's urgent but I don't have she home address and I thought you might have it and I need it immediately please!" The voice makes my smile slide off my face. I hadn't seen Rani since Shah Rukh refused to work with her totally ruining Karan's work schedule. He kept saying he couldn't work with someone who'd slap their own cousin and who was I to argue with him? It was a bit of a bitchy move. How was I supposed to know she was watching us?
"She's in here," Shah Rukh pulls the door open fully and Rani stumbles in aiming for the sofa. She collapses onto it, her cheeks a tinge of pink and slightly panting. She takes a minute to gather herself before she looks at me long and hard. I slide my legs out from under me so my feet touch the floor. I feel I need to be prepared in case she lunges at my face again.
"Kajol I am so sorry," Rani mumbles tears pouring from her eyes. I just stare at her unsure if actually what is happening! Shah Rukh is equally confused as he shuts the door and leans against the kitchen worktop giving Rani and I enough space but being close enough he can intervene if necessary.
"Kya hua?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows. Rani just continues to stare at me like I'm the mad one. Well I'm not the person who's just started talking jibberish and crying on Shah Rukh's couch.
"It was never meant to happen but it just came out," Rani continues to sob and I feel slightly frustrated that she can't just spit out what has happened.
"What? I don't know what you're on about," I respond looking over to Shah Rukh who just shrugs and shakes his head with his arms crossed firmly across his chest a physical barrier to Rani making any further conversation with him.
"Uncle-ji just knew the right questions to ask," that's when it clicks. I stare at Rani a long hard stare trying to figure out whether this is all an act to get information out of me and Shah Rukh. To my bitter disappointment it's real.
"Kya?" I barely breathe feeling my fingers self-consciously gripping the edge of the sofa cushion. Rani closes her eyes before continuing.
"He just knew what to ask and it all came rambling out! I told uncle-ji about the kiss I saw and he asked me whether you two were a couple and..." Rani stammers before coming to another complete stop. And? And what? And she denied it? And she agreed with it? And she walked away? And she said nothing?
"And what?" I ask feeling fury replacing my frustration. I can just imagine my father now angry, bitter, twisted.
"I agreed before I realised what I was doing," Rani mumbles looking sheepishly at me. She knows I'm angry. She's knows I'm furious. She knows I'm pissed off. I rub my face with my hands trying to fully process the information Rani had just told me.
"Get out!" I shout gripping the edge of the sofa again as I grit my teeth and close my eyes. If I look at her right now I'll end up screaming at her.
"Kajol..."
"You heard what she said get out," Shah Rukh pipes up getting off the worktop and shuffling toward the sofa. Rani stands. I open my eyes. I stare at her. She stares back apologetically. It's too late for apologies. I'm literally going to be dead to my father now and it's all Rani's fault.
"I've just got a big mouth," Rani tries to formulate the excuses already but I just shake my head feeling the rage boiling over inside of me.
"Get out!" I scream feeling hot tears trickling down my face a mixture of anger and confusion and hurt and upset. Rani hurried out the door as I place my head in my hands letting the tears flow out.
"I'll talk to him," Shah Rukh offers placing his arms around me letting me lean on his chest as I pull my glasses off my face. I'm tempted to say yes but that'll only make things worse. I need to talk to my father and try to convince him there is nothing going on between Shah Rukh and I. I don't know why I'm going to bother to still deny my relationship with Shah Rukh. I think it's a comfort blanket for me, knowing only two people in the whole world truly know about us and that's just us! Shah Rukh and I knowing about our marriage, our lost son, our love for one another. Telling my father will just break everything I've built up with Shah Rukh. I will tell my family about us... Eventually when I know my family will be less volatile about us and more understanding. I shake my head on Shah Rukh's chest as he strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head lovingly.
"It's my cousins mess so I should clean it up," I mumble placing my hand on his chest feeling his rapid heart beat. I just don't know whether this mess is too big to mop up or whether the damage had already been done?