Finding the Lost Souls (Watty 2018)

SHAGUN? ✔

⚠⚠This is the shortest part written till history of MKWTH. 😅.
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Hello.. good evening. so how are you, readers??? I know you all are fantastic like me. What??? Ohh!!!! You all must be wondering na why I am excited and happy today? Ok...yesterday we celebrated our 2 months anniversary. 2 months....freaking 120 days with my husband. I never expected if Raman would remember this day. He wished me first at midnight with the two cups of filter coffee and then took me for a long drive. The Delhi is beautiful especially at midnight and we had enjoyed the day alot along our favourite ice-creams. Erm..no no don't think so much. It was a simple ride. We both went for a midnight ride, had some amazing flavors of ice cream, chatted till early morning, shared jokes and came back. I felt like to dance on cloud nine when my dear husband himself wished me on our anniversary, the gesture was heartfelt. My heart did the bhangra when he wished me anniversary in a clichéd way and gifted me a rose and the late night drive was the icing on the cake. Things are changing between us, we are exploring new Ishita and Raman every day...

Indeed he is still khadoos but this mango started to ripe now...

And he is khadoos as he hasn't come back. He wanted to have some casual chitchat with me the quality time every husband-wife wanted to spend in courtship days. His words were indirect but enough to hint me. I'm yearning to have some time with him, to read more my mystery book who is late as usual. Certainly, we can't wait for more for him. It's half past nine and there is no sign of this man. From we I meant me and the delicious Punjabi food cooked by me for my Punjabi Pati but analyzing his past records I think he is not going to come back anytime soon. 

Two weeks had passed from that evening. Ishita was happy seeing a different version of her husband now. The Raman which Vandita described him. The Raman who knows to laugh, the Raman who can be jovial, the Raman who knows how to irritate her with his unusual antiques and the Raman who knows to take her care. She saw him with her whenever she wished, if he knows to be strict with her he also knows the ways to relieve her headache. He started to be the man she wished secretly. He still chose to stay mum over his past neither Ishita chose to force him.  

Unknowingly he made her life like a princess tale,  gave her every possible happiness he can. Although they were skeptical for there relation, they have lawfully wedded husband-wife but they were never intimate with each other. Ishita was confused with her feelings for him but at the same time his hugs and little kisses do affect her badly. His single touch was able to make her shiver, his gestures swell her heart with pride. Each day he gave her new reason to fall in love with him. Ishita didn't want to be sure for her love, the cozy moments with him, she wanted to enjoy the butterfly moments after his innocent touch, sometimes just drooling him sneakily and sometimes smiling after receiving little appreciation from him. 

The teenage love had its own moments and memories and Ishita Raman Bhalla wanted to live in those moments with him.

Ishita rested her hands on hips and adored the portrait hung above there king size bed. The full-size portrait glowed with soft golden wall lights, they looked radiant in there marriage attires. Ishita smiled seeing the first picture of them in there bedroom. She was thankful for the silly argument which made her husband go through there wedding album and ultimately framing the best picture of them. Ishita admired his handsome features captured when he filled her hair partition with vermilion. His hands were steady, eyes were confident, the soft glow of holy fire lightened his face and made his features looked more prominent. Unlike him, she looked little scared, unsure and frightened. Her hands were sweaty until he took her hands in his and started taking phera. Ishita blushed to see the pinch of vermilion on her nose in the picture and her eyes locked with him.