An acute ring from his mobile phone broke their trance. They both jumped out of their skin in shock. More than Khushi Arnav felt extreme horror on seeing their position. His brain took few seconds to realise that he's cradling his wife like a baby. His arms automatically withdrawn. As if power broke abruptly in between the work, Khushi stood up promptly.

Arnav looked everywhere except her as same as Khushi who took up her usual habit of knitting her hem of pallu between her fingers.

What the heck are you doing with little girl Arnav? He kicked himself mentally and cleared his throat to apologise.

How can I sat on him like that? Why I felt an electric shock pass through my veins when his fingers touched me? Is this called Love? She shivered as she's still feeling the cold effect of his fingers and his peck on bandage which surprisingly thrills her and made her crave for more.

She looked up when she heard him clearing his throat. Unlike him she didn't feel any hesitation, in fact she looked straight into his eyes.

Her look created enough ruckus on his heart. His brain totally forget what he wanted to say and the slightest tinge of pink hues on her neck and cheeks made him to drop the idea of apologizing. His heart swell in pride knowing the reason behind her turning pink was him.

"Shall we go out on seven?" Arnav himself initiated the conversation breaking the silence.

Khushi grabbed the conversion swiftly and answered him "Hmmm... Er..  Meera is ill, so she is not coming."

Arnav brows furrowed in uncertainty. He rescued himself soon feeling khushi's scrutinizing gaze on him.

"Come here." He gently held her wrists and made her sit beside him.

Khushi straightened herself in anticipation as he took out his mobile from his trousers which had died when they are busy in their world.

His fingers worked fastly on the touch screen swiping away the unwanted notifications and opened an app. Khushi who has been noticing him keenly, leaned on his side when he showed his mobile.

"Here it is... Buy whatever you want. You've to scroll down like this to see the products and press the add to cart button whichever you want to buy."

"This.. this is online shopping right?" Her voice showed excitement. Excitement on exploring a new thing which had been an impossible thing for her till now. Many times she heard about this things in many houses where she had worked. She always tells herself that most of the things in this world are beyond her limit and she should not dream high.

"Yes, here take this." Arnav broke her trance and thrusted his phone on her hands. She grabbed it like kids grab their candies. Arnav chuckled at her eagerness and closed the distance between them unknowingly.

Khushi scrolled down with utter interest and added many things to the cart. Arnav fixed his eyes on the phone screen to avoid his hanging thread of unknown desires seeing her expressions.

"It's done."

She stretched the phone to him after few minutes and he took it to clear the bills placing the order. Her eyes held surprised look when he didn't even questioned what she ordered and his silence denotes his acceptance of her choice. Wouldn't it a big thing for her? Oh, yes!!! Till now, her each and every selection was questioned and rejected. Her father never accepted her choices and advises in almost all matters. He always find mistakes in whatever she does.

"Ok, it's done. Things will reach here tomorrow." Arnav throws a smile at her.

"Shall I get ready now?"

His brows raised up in notch "Where?"

She gave a perplexed look. He himself told her to get ready for shopping, not he?

"For shopping. You asked me to get ready by seven." She reminded him.

His lips formed a lopsided smirk "What madam did now?"

Her eyes rounded in realisation, adding to that embarrassment crept on her system.

"But?.."

"You're wondering about this sudden change in plan right?" He asked in question, for which she nodded hastily.

"Meera is not fine Jaan, how can we leave her alone and go for happy shopping."

Whether his endearment Jaan or his concern for Meera made her ecstatic, she doesn't know. Happy tears brimmed on her eyes. An unknown serene soothed her heart and her heart swelled in pride and love.

Before Arnav could worry about her tears, she throws her arm around his neck and hide her face on the crook of his neck.

Ignoring the sweet shock, his arm automatically encircled her shoulder. Another hand patted her head softly.

"Jiji, can I get a coffee?"

Khushi slowly distangled herself from their hug, disturbed by Meera voice.

Arnav stroked her cheeks softly "I've work, you go and look after her."

Khushi bobbed her head turning mute by her recent actions. She can't believe she initiated a hug. She hugged a man for first time all by herself. And that man is none other than her husband.

Arnav noticed her pensive form yet didn't made any comment. Like her, he's also shocked by the turn of events.

Since Meera is ill, Arnav insisted Khushi to stay with Meera. Does anything can be more euphoric than this? Arnav declared what she wished. She had difficulty to keep herself grounded contrary to her heart and mind which are flying high, close to reach the sky.

***

The calling bell rang at early morning, got her disturbed. Letting a irritated growl, she dragged herself to the door.

She stood rooted to the spot seeing the persons at doorstep.

"Won't you invite your guests?"

There stood Aakash, his mother, father and her younger sister.

She hit her forehead and gave a sheepish smile "Come in ma."

"Where's sleepy head?" Questioned Aakash roaming his eyes all over the living room.

Khushi's eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

As if reading the question in Khushi eyes Aakash father come forward to clear her confusion "He's asking about Arnav."

Khushi's eyes shined at the mention of arnav. In the meantime, Aakash mother Smita found kitchen and took the responsibility like a family. Meanwhile, Aakash sister Riya, hugged khushi and congratulated her for marriage.

"Enough of teasing him Aakash. He's married, you should know your limits." Smita who came from kitchen with a strong steamy coffee warned Aakash, noticing him ready to enter into a room.

Aakash smiled sheepishly at his stupidity. Like old times, he was about to wake Arnav up from his lovely sleep forgetting the important change in his life. He's no longer a bachelor.

Smita smiled at his son and turned to Khushi "Khushi, give it to Arnav."

Khushi's eyes instantly adopted hesitance. She talked with him, she spent few hours with him but she never entered to his room which is supposed to be their room.

"Khushi, there's nothing to hesitate. He's your husband." Smita stressed the last word.

Nodding in acceptance Khushi took the cup and tiptoed to his room. Her brain is buzzed with plethora of thoughts. She didn't feel any awkward on hugging him yesterday, then what's making her one now? There's no doubt about him on her mind. She trusts him fully. Then what is stopping her from claiming her rights on him?

Before she could find answers for her bank of questions, she reached his room. Her hesitation and questions flew out of window seeing his sleeping form. His slightly opened mouth brought a smile on her lips. His ruffled hairs send butterflies on her stomach. Her heart yearned to replace the pillow on his arms with her.

Tethering her dangerously roaming thoughts, she called him.

"Ji..."

There's no response. How would be when her voice itself sounds less audible even to her?

"Ji..."

She bit her lips seeing his unaffected form. She craned her neck forward and tiptoed on her toes "Ji.."

He remains unmoved. She twisted her lips at failed attempt. Thinking of something she reached near the bed and kept the tray on side table. She opened her mouth to call his name but no words came out. Something stopped her from pronouncing his name. Her fingers habitually went to the hem of her pallu.

"Ji... Wake up na, Aakash bhai and his family came to see us." She whined cutely in annoyance. Her failed attempts elevated her irritation and indirectly encouraged her to go near him. She sat beside him with bated breath. His irresistible persona made her fingers to graze on his cheeks and pushed away the locks on his forehead. She further trailed her fingers from his forehead to nose and to down only to stop on tracks in shock. Electrified by the contact between her fingers and his lips, she withdrew her hand back. At the meantime he chose to sense someone's presence. In a swift his head came to lay on her lap and he held her hand in his palms and placed it against his chest.

"Let me sleep." His sleepy groan, fluttered her heart as if his proximity is not enough.

She watched him cuddle on her lap, sleeping cutely. After that everything went blur. Her eyes and mind are completely controlled by the bewitcher named Arnav Singh Raizada. Her head automatically come to rest above his head. As if sensing her in sleep, he throws his arms around her waist captivating her in his hold. Unaware of the outside world Mr & Mrs. continued their sweet sleep.