Disclaimer : All the characters written below are imaginary and a work of pure fiction. There is no resemblance to any incident or situation and is written as work of fiction.

Mishti unlocked the door and went inside and switched on the lights.

"come sir...." she said politely and he went inside. He looked around awestruck. The place was a small one BHK but a beautiful and cosy one with only hues of white and beige all around. The lounge had a cosy L shaped couch and a small centre table , a book shelf and a TV cabinet. A duvet was kept folded on the couch with lots of cushions.

She saw him looking around.

"it's a small place i know...." she chuckled.

"i love it....it is so cosy...." he said softly and sat on the L side of the couch , opened is suit and folded the sleeves of his shirt and covered himself with the duvet. "will you design my room?like this?into a cosy one?" he asked cutely.

"okay...." she chuckled. "i will come with our tea...."

"change into something comfortable nuh...." he said frowning. "how will you make tea like this?"

"i think you are right...." she muttered looking down ar her lehenga. "you want to change into something comfortable?"

"into what?" he asked sarcastically.

"woh....umm....i went out shopping the other day so i got some...." she fumbled looking here and there.

"some?" he asked softly knowing what she meant.

"clothes for you...." she said slowly. "it's still jeans and T-shirt but comfortable than formals...." she added immediately.

"toh why didn't you give it to me?gifts are supposed to be given right?" he asked looking at her intensely.

She gulped and licked her dry lips.

"you go and change first...." he said softly , not wanting to make her embarassed or uncomfortable.

She nodded softly and went to her bedroom. She came back in fifteen minutes wearing a mickey mouse T shirt and shorts with wet hair. She had taken a shower.

Ritwik was reading a book from the shelf beside the couch when she came out.

"you took shower now?" he frowned. "at one o'clock at night?"

"actually sir i had curled my hair with hair spray so the hair was a bit sticky....i was uncomfortable.... sir you go and change i have kept the clothes on the bed...."

"thanks...." he said softly , got up and went into the room.

He looked around. The bed room was as
cosy as the lounge. With a small bed and a cupboard with a mirror and a study table with her laptop. Again white and beige. He wanted their happy place to be just as cosy as this was. He was sure she would make their adobe beautiful.

He freshened up and changed and went outside. He looked around the lounge and guessed that she must be in the kitchen.

He went and stood at the door of the kitchen leaning on the door. She was making tea.

"you cook by yourself?" he asked softly.

"yes....obviously...." she chuckled. "but choti maa said she will send lunch from now on to office...." she said lovingly.

He smiled softly.

"and for dinner also....we will go home together and then i will drop you here...."

"no sir...." she rolled her eyes. "i mean obviously i will go sometime but not everyday...."

"convince your choti maa....if you can then okay...." he shrugged his shoulder.

"chai is ready...." she took the two mugs and he sat on the couch followed by her. He sat with his legs stretched on the L part of the couch. She dimmed the lights and she sat beside him with folded legs. They chatted and had their tea.

Suddenly a blast of wind entered the lounge through the balcony and the curtains were flying.

"i think it's a storm...." she said standing up and went to close the sliding glass door of the balcony. "it might rain...." she didn't even complete the sentence when there was thunder strike and in no time it started to rain heavily.

"let the door open....the wind is feeling good...." he said softly.

"okay...." she said softly and came and sat back to where she was sitting.

"dance?" he got up and forwarded his palm to her.

She smiled softly and kept her hand on his hand and got up. He played some music on his phone and held her waist. She circled her arms around his neck and swayed softly , the wind making her wet hair go haywire. She hadn't realised when she bad started to rub her fingers on the base of his neck subconsciously. He gulped and pulled her closer softly and removed her hair from her face. She looked at him intensely and moved her palm from his neck to his cheeks and rubbed the base of her thumb across his cheeks. They both were engrossed in the blissful trance. He ran his forefinger from her forehead , down her cheeks , letting his thumb caress her lips softly and caressed her neck.

She arched her neck giving him more access.

"Ritwik...." she said breathlessly.

"hmm?" he hummed huskily and moved her hair from her neck and buried his face into her neck and kissed the crook of her neck.

"Ritwik...." she whispered and hugged him tightly and clutched his T-shirt.

He hugged her back immediately and ran his palm along her back over her T-shirt.

"Ritwik please...." she said pulling him closer to herself if it was at all possible.

"please what Mishti?please stop or please more?" he whispered huskily in her ear making her dig her fingers into his back. He didn't need answer for that.

He moved back and looked at her lovingly , soaking in her innocence. She looked surreal with her eyes closed and heavy breath.

He cupped her face.

"Mishti can I?" he asked softly.

She opened her eyes and looked into his eyes and nodded softly.

He smiled softly and kissed her softly. She fisted his T-shirt near his chest at first and then moved her hands to the back of his head running her hand through his hair and pulled it softly , while kissing him back with equal passion.