On a Sunday morning, any house would be filled with maddening laughter, but the Khandelwal House was silent as hell. Reason being the juniors were fast asleep like log of woods, while the senior Khandelwal ultimately the Romance King was out of action and like a good boy he was getting ready in his room with a sullen look on his face.
Raisha entered the room with the breakfast tray, smiling herself to only see her precious husband cursing under his breath.
"Aayush, aapka breakfast. (Aayush, your breakfast.)
"Nahi Khaana mujhe ye breakfast. (I don't want to eat this breakfast.)
Chuckling, she keeps the tray on the coffee table and moves towards him. Turning him around, she raises her brows, before beginning to button up his white linen shirt.
"Baby, abhi bhi gusse mein hai kya? (Is the baby still angry?)
"Haan, hai kyunki tum iss baby ko zabardasti office bhej rahi wo bhi Sunday ko. (Yes, he is because you're sending this baby to office on a Sunday.) He huffs pouting his lips.
"Ohh ho, ye to mujhe pata hi nahi tha ki iss baby ko Sunday ko Dad ke office jaane se itni problem hai. (Ohh, I never knew that this baby has got so much issues from going to Dad's office on a Sunday.) She controls her laughter continuing her activity while he groans in irritation.
"Mujhe Dad ke office se nahi mujhe un saari female staff se problem hai jo mujhe ghoor ghoor kar dekhti hai jaise ki kachha chaba jaayengi. Itni bhi akal nahi ki kisi ke pati ko is tarah nahi dekhna chahiye. Pati to chodo ye bhi bhool jaati hai ki main 5 bachhon ka baap hoon. Mera bas chale to main saari company tumhe dekar ghar mein baithkar araam karoon. ( I don't have problem from Dad's office but from all his female staff who stares at me like they will eat me alive. They don't have that much sense to not stare at someone else's husband. Forget husband, they don't even remember that I'm 5 kids father. If it was in my hand then I will name my all companies on your name and will sit at home leisurely.)
"Awww mera baby kitna sweet hai. (Aww my baby is so sweet.) She pulls his cheek annoying him.
Removing her hands from his chest, he warns, "Sweet mat bolo mujhe yaar. Tum jab bhi mujhe sweet bolti ho to aise lagta hai jaise ki saari ki saari shudh desi ghee ki shops saamne aa gayi ho. (Don't call me sweet because whenever you say that I feel like all the pure oil shops are dancing in front of my eyes.)
Clasping a hand on her mouth, Raisha tries to stifle her laughter but she fails eyeing his cute looks.
"Desi ghee ki shop, seriously!"
"Haan ji, Raisha Ji, desi ghee ki shop. Aur agar aap aur hasi to main aapko refined oil ki shop bhi dikha doonga. (Yes, Raisha Ji, Pure oil shop. and if you laughed more than I'll show you refined oil shop too.) Grinning, he pulls her closer by draping his arms around her waist.
"Par maine to apni sweet shop already dekhi hai. ( But I have already seen my sweet shop.)
"Zara batayengi kya hai us sweet shop mein? ( Will you tell me what's there in this sweet shop?)
"Arz hai, ye right cheek hai aapka rasgulla, ye left cheek hai aapki rasmalayi, ye aankhein hai aapki meri jalebi, aur ye do hoth hai aapke meri favourite .........yummilicious kheer." (Your right cheek is my Rasgulla, Your left cheek is my Rasmalayi, your eyes are my jalebi and your lips are my favourite and tasty Kheer.) She declares proudly wrapping her arms around his neck.
"What the fuck???" Aayush swears bursting into laughter while Raisha grinned at her success of making him laugh.
"What the heck was that?"
"Ye thi The Raisha Khandelwal ki special shayri. Aayush Khandelwal ke samman mein. ( This was Raisha Khandelwal's poetry in honour of Aayush Khandelwal.)
"What aammm?" He asks frowning. He did know hindi but sometimes few words went above his head because he was a english naazi since his school days. (A/N:_ Aayush is so me. Blushes)
Smacking his forhead, she corrects, " Aam nahi Samman. Meaning honour. Isiliye kehti thi main ki computer ke alawa hindi bhi padh leni thi school mein." ( Not Mango, but honour. This is why I used to say that apart from computer you should have read hindi too in school.)
"Jaan, if you will correct me like a sweet and sour mango, then why do you think I will say the correct word ever?" He smirks leaning near her face. She turns red.
"Kheer ko chakhogi nahi ki kahin usme shakkar kam ho gayi to." (Won't you taste the Kheer to check the sweetness?) He furrows his brows together.
"Waise mat chakho kyunki iss mein abhi dry fruits nahi hai." (But don't taste because it doesn't have dry fruits yet.) She eyes him with confusion.
"This is cashew nuts." Kiss on the forehead.
"This is raisins." Kiss on the eyes.
"This is pistachio." Kiss on the cheeks.
"And this is almonds." Kiss on the lips.
He smirks and she pushes him away from herself blushing to herself while putting on his jacket, he whistled. Giving her a wink, he walked past her and sipping his coffee, he grabbed the sandwich in his hand and walked out leaving a flushed Raisha staring at his retreating back.
Ye thi heer ki kheer, kyunki uska ranjha hai veer😂😂😂😂😂😂
Indeed, a relationship is like a sweet and sour mango where you shouldn't hesitate in correcting your partner; it's a sugarless kheer where you have to add the sugar as well as dry fruits to bring the flavours to it and overall its an adjustment with time.
I don't know what was running in my system when I wrote it, but I hope from a few dialogues only, you got the message here. So come on tell me what you understood from their dialogues? Waiting to hear your views.
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