Kritika's p.o.v:

I have been laughing my butt off from morning, i know it's evil of me to laugh at my sick husband but i can't help.

"You are laughing again?" Rehaan asked his face full red because of the cold.

"Sorry can't help" i said before bursting into laughter.

"Kritika it's you..r..aa..achu" he said obviously before sneezing. From morning he have been sneezing and somehow i found it very funny.

"My fault" i fake gasped. "I was not the one wanting to share germs" i said smiling. Rehaan huffed and settled back in the bed.

"Thank god it's weekend, i can't imagine what i would do if i have had any meetings" he said after sometime.

Imagining Rehaan in a suit infront of fine men speaking seriously and a..aa..achu. And that was the limit line before i burst out laughing again.

"Kritika..." He glared at me. "Oh.. Please don't spoil my fun Rehaan" i said waving his glare back.

"Sorry for being romantic" he said a little annoyed. My smile widened but i don't want him to see how much i loved the kiss or rather kisses i should say.
When i woke up today morning my fever has come down... but Rehaan started sneezing.

"A very hot cup of kaadi , a sitrzen tablet and vapour treatment would be fine. I promise you would stop your aa..aa..aachu's" i said laughing.

"Not funny kritika" he said before sneezing again. Awww now i feel bad for my sweet husband. "Okay...just take this tablet and some rest. I will prepare something hot and bring" i said pulling his cover all the way up while he adjusted. he seems to be so child like throwing tantrum for being sick. I mean i had fever from past two days though mom knew i had fever i bluffed her so that she will not postpone my journey to banglore. I didn't want to be away from Rehaan for even more than one day, rehaan couldn't even guess i had a fever until i collapsed which by the way never happened before. And here i have Rehaan who is been complaining from morning. Its his stupidity who the hell kisses a sick person i mean that long. though, he didn't say anything i love you sort but some where in my gut I know he is trying. The way he started initiating things... though we didn't go beyond kissing makes me feel warm as if cold winter night's are gone and pretty spring came.

Rehaan was already in deep sleep when i went to make him drink his kaadi. I didn't have the heart to wake him up so i closed the door. As we were moved into this new house there were boxes every where so I thought to arrange them. first i went to the boxes in which kitchenware were kept. it took me two hours to completely arranged all the utensils,pans,bowls, plates, spoons, forks,glasses,knifes, jars , bottles... i kind of felt happy for having my own kitchen. i went to check on Rehaan in between but he was still asleep so i came back to arrange the living room. It took every ounce of strength i have to push the heavy sofa in the corner and I put extra cushions on them. it look another one and half hour to arrange all the flower vases, few photo frames here and there, my novel collection,a pen stand and what not.. everything looked perfect except for the plain mint and white colour wall to my right i was thinking what do with that wall as i hung few paintings which i found in one of rehaan's open boxes on the other wall now this wall looked dull. suddenly a idea stuck... I was gifted a collage photo frame by someone in the wedding I decided to put that on the plain wall in the living room but before i could bring that photoframe into the living room my stomach gave a low rumble. i glanced at the watch and noticed it was already 2 in the afternoon i quickly checked on Rehaan once again and went into the kitchen to prepare a kichidi because only rice and few pulses and few vegetables were only there and also as Rehaan was not well that would be best dish. In twenty minutes i prepared my kichidi and hot tomato soup. I placed everything in a tray and was about to go into the room so that Rehaan could have some, a very shirtless Rehaan in his shorts came out of the bedroom. God his face looked flushed as if all the blood in his body rose to his face. He looked so cute and adorable.

" Are you done checking me out?" he asked with a amused smirk playing on his lips. SHIT!!!! colour rose to my cheeks.

" I'M not checking you out" I mumbled suddenly finding my fingers more interesting than his piercing gaze.

" you sure were not" he chuckled.

" by the way what are doing out here i was about to bring you your lunch" i said raising a eyebrow at him.

" I got bored" he said before taking one of the kitchen stools.

"bored?" i asked.

"ya.. bored... you know sleeping and all when you are sick is boring!" he complained as if a five year old. i just smiled but didnt say anything.

" here... i prepared tomato soup it is good when you have flu, drink while its hot and here is some kichidi this is the only healthy thing i could prepare with ingredients available. I have to go on grocery shopping" i said in a go.

" okay... but do you know where a grocery store is?" he asked

" what is there to know i will just explore" i said shrugging my shoulders.

" I'M coming with you" he sighed.

" auh.. if you forgot you are the sick person here" i said raising my spoon at him.

" I'm fine. The tablet worked."he said drinking his soup.

" But.." i started, he cut me off... " I'm coming." he said in a tone which said there is no room left for argument. i throwed him a very unlady like scowl and dig into my plate.

After that we ate in silence. Just clashing of spoons was heard that silence was deafening. So, i started " i hung paintings from one of your opened boxes on the wall in the living room I hope you dont mind." All i got from him was a shrug. 'comeon kriti... dont lose your cool' i thought "They are pretty beautiful where did you get them from?" i asked trying to make a conversation.

"Dad" he said shrugging. Okay! slow down Kriti... " wow! i never knew papa had such a great taste in paintings" i said lowering my eyes as he raised his. Okay! he is still sour with Papa topic i thought.

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after that awkward silence i brought the collage into the room and was surrounded by a million photographs(you know what i mean) while Rehaan crashed on the sofa. He was eyeing me from there and giving me inputs of which photo should go in collage. so, after few minutes of few glares and scowls and smiles i put all the twenty photos in the collage. there were total twenty photos, five are our couple photos from wedding, Three are from engagement and other twelve are different photos from our lives before each other. Annaya gave me few photo albums of Rehaan.

I was smiling at my awesome work. When Rehaan suddenly spoke startling me "Hey... Where did you get that Photo?" It was a photo of him with swishy longish hair, like over the eyes, but not like long long. That was my favourite photo from the stalking session back then. He looked so carefree and happy in that.

"Auh..a.." I started but he cut me "That was one of my fav photo... But Nitya deleted the pic from my laptop because apparently she Hates that photo. I didn't talk to her for complete week back then".

Shit! How does it look when i say Hey Rehaan that's one of my favourite photos too i downloaded it from Facebook. Why?! Kritika. Why?! You could have kept that photo to yourself. I thought Rehaan would have that photo and would think i took from the album or ananya gave it to me. Wbo knew this photo has so much story to it.

"I... I... Had it from two years" i said in a quite voice.

"Stalker much aren't we?" He asked amused and continued "I know... I had this effect on women" he said teasing me.

Now it was my turn to scowl "cocky much aren't we?" I asked imitating his voice.

"Can't help and i do not sound like that" he said with a horrified expression.

I couldn't help but chuckle " now come help me to hang it up."
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So, that's chapter 27.

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