Anusha's POV

"I think Mom, Dad and Bebe are already here." he said pointing towards Dad's white Audi A8 parked outside my parents house.

I nodded, " we should also get going" I replied and then we made our way towards my house entrance.

Today was planned for family time, I and Siddharth came here early around 10 in morning and my in-laws are already here.

We greeted our parents and settled down on sofa catching up with each other.

At lunch we watched our wedding videos and photo album.

I was sitting between Bebe and my Mumma. Mom was sitting with him and to his right there was Dad. Papa was sitting to my right on separate couch with Ayusha and Shekhar sitting on both of his couch's armrest watching the album which was in his hands.

I looked into the album on my lap, I was looking beautiful that day, seriously it's amazing and Siddharth what to say I don't have words.
He was looking more than amazing, handsome, manly or should I say killing.

Are you serious!

What am I saying?

A picture caught my attention it was our wedding picture in which my head is down and I'm almost about to cry (as per I remember) and he is looking at me with lots of adore in his eyes. I smiled widely at it.

My eyes involuntarily looked up and met with his, he was already looking at me with the same expression. Adore.

My smile vanished and my cheeks turned red. It's an understatement to call myself blushing while I was flushed.

He was looking at me intently. Like there is something in him which he is holding back. He has lot of things in his mind but can't do it here in front of everyone. The way his gaze locked to mine made me believe like he is promising me something that I couldn't decipher.

It was like his expression is screaming something loud that I'm not able to pull in words.

His eyes were focused on me while my eyes were focused on his throat bobbing up and down.

Looks like patience it's all he is keeping.

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I'm in our kitchen making tea and snacks with Mumma.

"Anusha" Mumma called me while I was washing my hands that were covered with gram flour.

"Yes maa"

"Child are you happy?" she asked me.

Her question left me off-guard. I've never thought about it.

Am I happy in this relationship? Am I happy with them ?

Yes. I never felt like an outsider with them. They count me with them like I was never an outsider. I was always a part of their family. It feels like I belong with them.

The way he treat me, his parents. They care so much for me, they love me so much that they instead of taking his side take mine. They think about me before him. Just like my own parents. They adore me like no one.

"of course maa" I replied after thinking so much. Although I already knew the answer deep inside, but before replying my mind drifted back to the days I've spent with them.

I came behind her hugged her, "You don't have to worry about anything mumma, you have no idea how much they care for me. Even they ignore Siddharth for me when it comes to take side"

"I'm so happy for you my child" she said and turned around held my face in her hands and kissed my forehead.

"And also tell me, How is Siddharth? Does he take good care of you?"

We were shocked and turned to the door side, the source of this question.

And to my shock it was Siddharth by himself with his boyish grin.

My eyes widened and I turned back to hide my face whereas Mumma laughed on us.

"Tell us Anusha. Mumma wants to know." He said forcing the words out of me and stood behind me besides Mumma.

"Shut up!" I replied faking anger without turning back while arranging cups and plates in tray. Joker.

"See Mumma. She always talk to me like that" said his complaining voice.

Mumma laughed even more. I turned and glared at him. Which gave him more opportunity to complain.

"See! See those eyes mumma. She is always like this. Sometimes I'm afraid to death when I'm alone with her."

"Sid-............" I was about to scold him when Mumma cut me off.

"Quite both you." She said while laughing.

"I know Siddharth that my son takes good care of his wife. I don't need to ask her. I always wanted someone who can carry all the tantrums my chilly and she found you."

She held his chin in her hand and pulled him down and kissed his forehead and left the kitchen giving me a smile. Only a smile.

Hhh.....?

Just smile a for me and a kiss for him?

Partiality.

Biasing.

She's not my Mumma anymore. She called him son and me his wife. God! I'm your own daughter Mumma.

Badalte-rishte (Changing relationships).

I gave him my death glare while he had a smuggish smile on his face.

I picked up a spoon in my hand and was about to hit his arm with it and he was ready to dodge in reflex when-

"Bring the snacks out now, there is an old hungry woman waiting outside. You can continue with you romance later." Comes Bebe's voice from living room.

I giggled while he laughed at her whining sound.

" Snacks are coming, its Anusha who is not leaving me." he shouted.

And I glared even more, "There is nothing like that Bebe"

"She is lying Bebe" he replied back.

"OH! I'll die because of hunger and you two will be responsible for my death" she said making a playful sound.

I picked up the tray with snacks in my hands while he picked up the other one containing tea.

I turned myself and glare at him before leaving the kitchen, he winked and started following behind.
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I'm with Mom, Mumma and Bebe in the balcony. Dad and Papa are in the living room talking about there business stuff.

I'm standing in front of all three of them leaning against the railing. We were gossiping about our family members when Siddhrath stood behind them at the door way.

Only I was able to see him, all three of them were so engrossed that they didn't realize his presence.

I was about to open my mouth to ask him, when he shushed me by placing his finger on his lips asking me to stay quite.

So I asked him by raising my eyebrows 'what' nodding my head upwards meanwhile.

He gestured me to follow behind and went inside the house.
I pulled my eyebrows together in confusion, what does he want now? But curiosity brings the best of me. I followed.

"I'll be back" I said to them and went inside too.

I saw him entering my bedroom. OK? I followed there too.

What does he has in his mind?

The moment I entered my bedroom, I saw my school album, my diary, my childhood pictures and all my sweet memories lying on bed in front of me.

Ayusha, Shekhar and Siddharth were sitting across the pictures and going down our sweet memory lane.

Siddharth seems like he is interested more than my brother and sister in this. Seeing my old pictures nostalgia rushed over me. I wanted to live that life once again.

"Show me the one in which Mumma was pulling her ear" he said looking at me teasing me then concentrated back at the picture.. in that picture Mumma was scolding me for wearing her freshly ironed Saree when I was 8 years old.

I was froze.

My heart swelled up looking at them . Standing at the entrance of my bedroom door watching them enjoying my sweet memories.
It was the thing that I've never expected to share with anyone. Never thought about sharing it. Only my family has the right to see and feel what I've experienced.

Siddharth's eyes met mine when he looked up, noticing my frozen state he smiled and patted the seat on bed next to his for me to sit.

This smile was different not a teasing one but the smile which makes me warm, generated a feeling of urgency to be held by him.

I involuntarily started moving and sat beside him. He was watching my just born picture, I was in Papa's arm he was kissing my cheek carefully not wanting to make me cry whereas mumma was laughing at him in the background.

I smiled widely at the picture and looked up to meet his love-filled eyes. Our eyes locked, the love in his eyes were holding my now confused one.

We were holding each other with a gaze radiating something different what feels explosive to me.

The envelope of my feelings was different no one ever made me feel this way, sharing my memories my hidden treasure with someone else was a thought I've never thought of.

Accidently he got to see them, met with my sweet past, but I'm not offended it feels somewhat right.

He has the right to know about it. He should know about it.

"See this one" Shekhar handed us our Holi picture.

It was taken when I was 12 years old and that time I was tallest amongst all three of us and it's exactly opposite now me and Ayusha are almost equal and now shekhar is 6'2. (eye-roll).
All three of us were standing in ascending order according to our heights and were completely covered with colours.

I giggled remembering the day, though I was just 12 years old at that time but there is quite clear idea in mind about that day.

One by one, they continued showing him all my memories that I've been treasuring secretly since the day I know and he was watching them in awe.
Was completely interested in knowing about my life and was laughing at few of them too.

Looking at them, feeling them like he was present there at that time. He was a part of it too.

It was me this time looking at him with amused expression, never ever any outsider was interested in my life like him. No one cared about me like he did and still doing it.

My sub-conscious scolded me when I addressed him as an outsider. Something clicked inside me and was telling me he can't be an outsider. Not now at least.

He laughed out loud looking at my fancy dress competition picture in which I played a cat. Yes I was looking funny with that fake cat moustache. Basically that was just lines drawn by kajal near my nose.

Still laughing he placed his hand on mine involuntarily and squeezed it without realizing.

I was noticing all his movements, his hand placed over mine. The way the muscles near his eyes wrinkled up when he laughs and the grin placed on his lips.

I know something inside me have already accept him as a long missing part but when my conscience are going to accept it I have no idea.

He caught me starring pulled his eyebrows in confusion and nodded his head asking me 'what happened'.
I smiled shaking my head, he holding my hand like this makes my mind go blank. He smiled still not leaving my hand and continued watching the pictures.

I still don't understand the feelings growing inside me and I found it a huge puzzle that is to be solved.

I don't know what changed or changing now but confusion and confusion is what I'm experiencing.
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On ride home from our parents house, it was 8 p.m. when my phone rang, it was my HOD telling me that I need to attend a operation tomorrow and I need to be prepared for it.

The moment we came back home I quickly changed in yoga pants and a loose shirt, it was Siddharth's shirt I asked to borrow it, he said yes so here I'm. Then I went to the study room for studying about the case for tomorrow.

I was really tired but I have to prepare.

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"there is a oceans of feelings inside me
for you
and I found myself drowning in it."

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