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"Mai..umm.. mai na sofa par soujaungi ."
She said, getting nervous about being rejected ...or that he would mind sharing his space.
" Kyu?"
He asked, his voice tight with a mix of nerves and tension, worried that she might find it uncomfortable
" Aap uncomfortable honge na isiliye." She spoke hurriedly, her words rushed
In that moment, hearing her words, he was struck by her thoughtfulness-awed by the girl who was now his wife
" Nahi mai uncomfortable nahi hun. Agar aap comf-
"Heinnn?"
Her casual tone cut him off before he could finish; it was as if, to her own relief, she had decided to just be herself
"Hmm?" A deep, questioning hum rumbled from him, his voice low and attentive.
"Matlab aisa hota hai na novels mei , dramoun mei ke shohar apni biwi se kehta hai sofa par soujana , tou mujhe laga ." She hurriedly let out not waiting for his response
"Waise aapko koi masla nai hai.?" She wondered.
"Nahi." He chuckled as he answered her.
"Waise aapko masla nahi tou mere kuch plushies idhar jama leti hun , wo kya hai na aadat hai mujhe , mumma ne mana kiya tha but maine chupakar pack karliye the."
He expected cute bunnies; she pulled out a vampire and the Hulk.
"That's Salaar and Nihal in a nutshell."