Hey guys...
welcome to this thread
This thread belongs to the small stories I wrote on bade aache lagte hai/karle tu bhi mohobbat
This thread has some short stories
1) Os-Love Is Strength- (completed)
2) Os- Happy diwali
3) Os- Turn it on!
4) Os- Ab...
Sorry for the delay... But here you go with the part 2.. the next is coming in a while to..
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Once she was done, she went towards the gallery to take the dry clothes out and started folding them one by one while sitting on their master bed. When his white kurta came in her hand next to be folded, her mind travelled back to her first holi with him.
Before that, her mind went back to the beautiful night.
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She became a woman in real sense that night, he made her realise the true sense of belonging, to feel completed. That night she gave everything to him, her soul, her love and her body, surrendering to the flames of his fire like a moth. From then onwards, there was no looking back for them.
As she held the kurta close to her, she rubbed her cheeks to it to feel the softness and closing her eyes, her mind went back to the morning where she wore it and looked like a clown.
She still remembers how much embarrassed and shy she was to wear it at first but then when his eyes gazed at her lovingly and longingly, a pride seeped through her.
The holi scene, where she forced him to play and he actually did.
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For her he played holi, for her he came out. Her first holi couldn't have been more special without him but only if she remembered anything, she chuckled. She was drunk from the thandai itself that she has faint memories of what mess she created by dancing around like a nuisance. But the thing is, she has clear memory of applying the first color on his face and him applying the same on her and after that, she she has clear memory of how she melted in his arms.
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As she let her mind divulge into their sweet memories, she was done with the work, keeping the clothes in the cupboard, she kept the kurta in front, just in case. *Wink*
"Mr.Kapoor!" She glared at him in horror to see him still lazing on the couch and hasn't moved at all.
He was startled to hear her say Mr.Kapoor and got alerted as he straightened up and sat. Years of marriage has taught him to read her mind, a little atleast and even to read her body language as well her tone to speak.
