Her Unexpected Husband- 6

"What? You shifted into another house. How can we meet then Meera?" Yelled, Abhay through the wireless communication equipment.

"I don't know anything. I can't live without seeing you."

Meera whispered wiping her misted eyes with her handkerchief.

"Ok don't cry. Come to the place nearby the shop where we meet often. I am here na, don't cry." Abhay cajoled her.

"What are you doing Abhay? Already you're late for work." A shout from inside packed the conversation between them.

Meera convinced him though she can't keep herself from spilling out her worry "You go Abhay. I don't know how jiju is. He looks like a honest man. He take good care of jiji and me. But, I don't know how things are going to work considering our status."

Abhay rubbed his temples in worry "So, you mean to say, you're under his responsibility. Will he approve our relationship?"

"ABHAY..." His employer roared from inside. Meera wrapped the conversation in hurry and stuffed her mobile in her bag and began to walk towards her new home.

Lost in some thoughts, she got scared when a honk heard so near her. She glanced at her right side.

"Meera, hop on. I am going to home only." Said Arnav who is riding on the way to home.

"Er... No jiju. I.."

"I am not going to hear any explanation. If you respect me and think me of your jiju then hope on." Arnav stated clearly annoyed her denial.

Both sisters are same, Mused, he changing the gear.

"I'll arrange an autorickshaw from our home to school. You don't need to walk all the way, from tomorrow." He ordered taking the lead as a responsible family man.

Meera gulped at the turn of events. However she tried to deny the idea of going on vehicle arranged by him for obvious reasons, she couldn't surpass it. After exact fifteenth minute, he parked his bike on his new home.

Meera quietly entered inside whereas Arnav shouted placing his shoes on rack "Mom coffee..."

Khushi hurriedly came outside taking long strides and got his laptop bag and travel bag from his hands. Her heart fluttered in uncertain seeing the travel bag. Had he took fight with his parents? Or Is he going somewhere? she wondered. Pushing aside her doubts she decided to concentrate on her husband.

"Shall I make a coffee for you?"

"Er... A strong coffee Khushi." He smiled sheepishly at his stupidity. He totally forget about the fact of him living on separate house with his wife. Old habits, die hard is not just a statement for nothing.

"Wait... Khushi, I totally forget about kitchen necessaries. Is there milk, coffee powder, utensils?"

"I bought the basic things with the little money, I had. And even arranged the basic daily needs." She said with a smile.

Arnav bit his tongue at another realisation. How the heck he can forget about the money arrangements?

"I'll bring your coffee." She informed breaking his thought. Safely kept his bags on room, she excitedly went to kitchen to prepare something for her husband for first time.

Stirring the coffee powder on boiled milk, she extended it to him. Her eyes didn't failed to notice his change of dress. He's in casual track suit, which she doesn't remember buying it yesterday on mall. Her brain already concluded that he had fight with his parents and packed his bags from there.

"Make a list to buy necessary items for our home. We can purchase it and finish our dinner out. No need to cook today." He ordered softly enjoying his wife hand made coffee.

"There's no need to eat outside. I mean, you already had your breakfast and lunch outside. It's not good for your health to eat outside food always." She also almost ordered him in concern.

His heart danced in mirth feeling her concern. Isn't it heaven to receive love from a person who's not his parents?

"As you say madam." He saluted letting a soft smile play on his lips.

"Khushi..." He called when she was about to go "Ask Meera to get ready also." Khushi beamed at him in joy. Who wouldn't want her husband to love her family like he loves his family?

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"Meera, if you have subjects to study then finish it soon. Your jiju told us to get ready. We're going out." Khushi informed excitedly folding a set of clothes she washed today. She frowned seeing a new cloth on the bundle.

"Meera whose hand kerchief is this? It looks like men's?" She asked examining the piece of cloth.

Meera choked for breath. She went hyperventilating and then come back to present in microseconds. Her palms begin to sweat.

"Meera, I am asking you something."

"Jiju's. Yes. This kerchief belongs to jiju." Meera said hurriedly and sighed in relief when Khushi stopped questioning further.

"Jiji, I am not coming." Meera said inhaling a sharp breath and lay on bed tiredly. Khushi's single question created havoc on Meera senses.

Khushi brows furrowed in confusion "Why? What happened?"

"I am not well jiji. My head is paining like hell." Meera said half truth. Khushi gasped and sat on bed immediately. In no time she held Meera head and keep it on her lap.

"Shall we go to doctor? Why is it paining suddenly? Did you cried?" Khushi caressed her forehead worriedly.

"Is it anything lack in our life to not cry? Maybe it's after effect of crying from past two days." Meera muttered in weary.

"Let me grab you a balm and inform him to cancel the plan." Khushi was about to get up but Meera grabbed her arms stopping her.

"Aren't you and jiju are going out? Go jiji, it's first time he's taking you out and it'll not be good if you keep babysitting me."

"Ooi... He already took me out on yesterday, so it's not our first and he'll understand if I say so."

Meera sat up straight "Don't behave like a old women. You got married YESTERDAY not many years before."

"Shut up, talk like my younger one." Khushi pouted at Meera who's giving advice to her.

"Then you start to behave like an elder one. Didn't you watched in movies? How romantic a shopping would turn if you go with jiju?" Meera's animated depiction sowed something on Khushi heart. She blushed imaging an romantic outing with Arnav like Meera said.

Meera noticed all the emotions playing on Khushi face and poked her cheeks with her fingers, "See how eager you're to join him. Go na jiji."

"If you say so..." Khushi thinned her lips not able to keep herself from turning crimson red.

"Oh god, my jiji is blushing like tomato." Teased Meera.

"Shut up Meera." Khushi hit her hands playfully and ran outside seeing her sister ready to tease her again.

Caught up in daze and blushing, she didn't notice her surroundings and ended up hitting her knee against the edge of sofa. Before she lose balance, Arnav who sat on sofa caught her. Swiftly, he snaked his arms around her petite waist and pulled her towards him whereas her pupils darted in shock. Her arms immediately grabbed his shoulders for support. Her heart thudded vigorously against her ribcage. She took shallow breaths.

Noticing her fear, he made her sit on his lap at the moment and drew soothing circles on her arms and palms. Eventually, her heart came to beat in normal phase. But in contrary, his heart sunk in worry. He took her wrist where a big bandage is tied.

His thumb caressed it lightly "How it happened?" He asked cautiously sending prayers to god that she shouldn't attempted to end her life. He don't know, why he can't bear the thought of her being vulnerable and taking drastic decisions? He can't even imagine her in crucial moment where no one is there to help her.

"Err... Day before yesterday, I had a fight with papa regarding my marriage. He's drunk and didn't realised that he pushed me to the window where the old iron grill is damaged. It scratched my skin." She replied, overwhelmed feeling his love and care.

"Shall we visit hospital? What it got infected?" He uttered in the tether of fret.

"No no, I am fine. I got antiseptic shot from nearby hospital." She answered in hurry, not liking the factor of keeping her husband in worry.

He bobbed head and lifted her wrists up to his lips. Before khushi could fathom the happenings, he pressed his lips against the bandage, officially marking the first peck on her.

Khushi jolted in shock whereas Arnav is still in daze, agonised by the way she got hurt. His blood boiled, knowing her dad pushed her. Unknowingly his hold on her waist got tighten as if protecting her from every thorn and every thugs. If the earlier jolt was not enough for Khushi, she felt electrocuted when his fingers touched the small space on the expanse of her uncovered waist from saree. Both sat in their own land, trying to ease the new feelings.


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