I stood there in the middle of the uncanny crowd of unknown ladies, surrounding me.
You can imagine the highly horrible situation by the fact that I was sweating in January in Delhi. Yes.
Firstly this as heavy as Bahubali lengha my family made me wear. Plus the jewellery my in laws made me wear. These pencil heels my best friend forced me to wear. This glamorous over flooding make up. You think there's an end? Wait wait, there's more. These people are coming and touching my cheeks in so called adorable and blessing manner wearing bling sarees and heavy bangle sets. Like isn't my red and white chura with golden mini chandeliers hanging from it enough for the years bangle sight?!
Yes, I'm not a bachelor anymore and have become Mrs Kohli.
'Hello Mrs. Virat Kohli' popped up the message on my phone
Yes sorry, not just Mrs Kohli, Mrs Virat Kohli as my dear husband loves to call me.
I picked up my phone and opened his message.
Hello back dear hubby
I sighed suspiciously trying to keep our little conversation incognito.
Looking stunning, his reply came
He's here? I thought. Then I looked up from my heavily mascared eye lashes which weighed a ton. There stood Virat in mint coloured kurta looking his best as always. Seriously I don't want to go into details of his physical features, they're a little too beautiful to be told.
He stood against the wall, his arms crossed and his eyes twinkling as he laughed silently looking at me surrounded by all his aunts and who not?!
E-n-j-o-y-i-n-g he liperated from far
'do you think so?!" I liperated back
He nodded unabashed 'a lot' he said closing his eyes
"Kini soni kurdi he" a lady in yellow cloth said standing a little too close. I'm unaccustomed to all this you see.
Like it's been two days since we've been married so why this torture now?! Plus only torture for me 😫 why can't he also be treated the same? This is such a sexist society ☹️
'Let's run away' I texted him after hugging that yellow lady
Me: 'pleaseeee 🙏'
Mine: Pakka toh?
Me: Yessss, please bhaga ke lejao mujhe
Mine: Apne he ghar se tumhe le jao? 🤔
Me: Haan bola na. Bhav mat Khao 😐
Mine: What will I get in return?
Me: You have me, what else do you need? 🖤
Mine: Cheesy Cheesy
Me: Now come here fast nahi toh
I replied smiling sheepishly and kept my phone aside giggling to myself like a small kid
"Nahi toh kya?" I felt warm lips against my earlobes
Butterflies inside the stomach: omg OMG he's there. *Faints*
Ugh, shut up.
"Nahi toh.." I thought of a good threat
"Socho socho" he swaggered sitting down next to me
"Eh Virat, tu idhar kya kar Raha he?" Bhabhi pulled his ears making me chuckle
"Yeh hamari Bahu ki muh dikhaye he" ma explained him sweetly
Ma really turns a blind eye to Virat. Lost in Putra moh.
"Saroj Tera beta toh barda badmaash he, sabke samne aise aake" and they started giggling within themselves leaving the blanks unfilled
I looked at him 'very bad Virat. You've got no control na'
'liar' he rolled an eye
"Aap log Ko lagta he mein yaha Apne marzi se Aya hun?" He defended himself offended
"Aur kya?" The ladies said in unison bursting into whispers again
"Theke jab koi chahta be nahi he mein yaha Rahu, toh chalta Hun" he made puppy face and started to get up. I held his hand gripping on to it and holding him back. Probably our little act caught their eye and they cheered in a loud "ohooo"
I blushed as he sat back holding me by my waist.
***
Let's not go into the part us escaping all the guests for our sweet secret little get away.
He drove me to our favourite spot in Delhi. It was a small park with a lake and few deers and peacocks. We walked in the now empty park hand in hand. I spotted a wooden bench and dragged him till there. I sat on the bench facing him while his gaze lingered upon the water.
I held both his hands, quite exhausted. I was still in that pastel lengha. I pulled him close and buried my in his kurta against his stomach clutching on.
"Thank you" I mumbled in childlike sweet voice
I could feel him chuckle as he brushed back my hair sitting down beside me.
"You remember?" He rested his hands on my shoulder
"Remember?" I asked letting my head fall on his shoulder
"Paris" he said wetting his lips
Paris. Paris! Ofcourse I remember Paris. How could I ever forget it?
"Yes, Paris.." I trailed off closing my eyes and reliving those moments for a moment
Paris.
A/N: you've no idea how many drafts are left which I feel like deleting 😂
Finally this one made out of the draft list.
So there's a long lot of continuation to this one. Keep track.
Ps: Can't wait for champion's trophy!
