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Kiaan took her hand and turned towards the door. She followed slowly , taking in the beauty of the room. Perfect baby pink, just like her and Samaira's childhood room.

"This is lovely," she said nervously gesturing towards the tea party settings . He must have called our villa and arranged everything she thought now looking at Kiaan who was smiling down at her , all this," she mumbled .

Kiaan noticed that tears brimming in Tiya's eyes, at the same time a waiter walked in with tea and cupcake Kiaan gestures him to keep it on the small table he smiled and kept the tray and left.

Tiya was still looking at him without words she kneels down and touched her childhood chair and kitchen set and then looked up at Kiaan ," tea party," she mumbled and then stood up and hugs him tightly.

Kiaan slightly moved back and pulled out coat pin and similar kind of saree pin, both were cupcake design, "umm will you help me in putting this on," he paused and placed it on her palm, "this is for your saree and this blue one is for my jacket, our tea party will start after we get ready," he smiled looking down at his wifey who was shocked with all this decoration and this cupcake pins .

" You did all this for me," she asked after adjusting the cupcake pin.

"No," Kiaan laughed , he took her hand and made her sit on cute little chair.

"How did you arranged all this?" She asked still in shock with all the arrangement. These things are her childhood memories but why did he did all this and how, she thought looking at her Key...aan.

"I have my ways," Kiaan winked and poured tea in cute little cups. He adjusted himself on chair and looked at his Piya who was looking cute and beautiful in pink saree. His wifey he felt pride and then he took a sip of his tea and a  bite of cute tiny cup cake.

"We came home after winning our first junior basketball match that day, me and your brother was very happy . Aarav too came with me for his favourite mithai(sweet), which mom made that day. We went to kitchen to have some snacks and mithai, mom was making cup cake with Samy," Kiaan laughed.

"You remember Naa those tiny sweet cupcakes," he asked looking at real cupcakes.

"Yes, Please continue," Tiya nodded .

"Haan....Aarav had his favourite mithai and then went to help Samy and mom while I went to my room to change but then suddenly I peep into Samaira's room thinking if Samy is in kitchen with mom then who is sitting here in her play room," a smile errupted on Kiaan face thinking about sweet little Tiya.

"You were  sitting with this doll on your lap," Kiaan picked a doll from corner table and again turns to face her , "this one you remember, " he asked.

Tiya took the doll from his hand, "come to aunty baby," she hugs the doll like small baby, "I missed you," she said childlike.

Kiaan smiles and took her hand and helped her stand, he turned and took the remote of music system, "that day I called you wifey, that was first time I felt that you are my wifey just like mom is for dad," he smiled and kept the doll back on the table.

Tiya laughed when Kiaan changed the music from kindergarten rhymes which was running to "one kiss," Tiya gulped hard she know what he means and this time he is wrong as she never had kissed him, as in real kiss.

Tiya changed the song to "sakhiyaan" and looked at him.

"How you remember all this ?" Exact time, day," she arched her brow.

Kiaan smiles and then he picked an old diary from side table. He opened the page which said "W2, win and wifey," he passed his diary for her to read it, everything was written in Kiaan's handwriting. His school time handwriting, with fountain pen.

"You never told us that you maintain a diary," she asked.

"And now you are not going to tell anyone that I maintain a diary," he grinned broadly.

"How ..mean ?" Tiya paused and looked down at his diary trying to read more but Kiaan took it away.

"Well I learned this from mom," he looked down at his diary, "maintaining diary , writing about high and low time," he said again changing the song from Sakhiyaan to one Kiss.

"Let's talk about real kiss, which you gave me, haha stolen kiss," he said and walked towards the cabinet from where he pulled out her favourite chocolate which he use to bring her from London.

"I can agree with this calling me wifey,you remember due to this diary but really Kiaan I never kissed you on your lips," she turned and looked towards Kiaan who has her favourite chocolate in his hand and a diary.

"Well my sweet wifey," he lightly rubbed her lips with his thumb. Shiver ran down her spine, she looked away.

"Are you feeling shy wifey," he pulled her lightly.

"I always wanted to touch your beautiful lips with mine. I never felt anything bad in thinking about kissing you, for me you were my wifey," he laughed and then picked chocolate from box and passed it to Tiya, "your favourite chocolate," he looked at her but she was looking away .

Kiaan continued, "Well this was special day, I forgot to read your mail in London and so you made me read it just the day we came back from vacation ,that day I asked you to kiss my cheeks as a return gift of reading your mail and replying and also for bringing your favourite chocolate," he narrated.

"Yes that kiss ,it was on cheeks," Tiya giggles but Kiaan pulled her against his chest, in low tone Kiaan continued, "Tiya as usual that day you looked away, but smile was playing on your beautiful face. You slightly turned and kissed my left cheek and then you tilted you head and was about to kiss my right cheek but instead your lips brushed mine," he said and then he  touched the corner of her lips with his, "Today will be our third kiss wifey, if you kissed me," he said and took a step back.

Tiya heart was beating louder. She looked at Kiaan who was now standing away from her, "Why did you started calling me wifey?" she asked changing the kiss subject. She doesn't remember that but she remembers everything Kiaan use to do for her . Helping her sorting out her problems, helping in saying no to guys for date, helped in choosing subject in college but all through mails . She never used to talk to him directly, she never wanted Kiaan to know that she loves him.

"What are you thinking?" Kiaan asked leaning against the side table. His eyes were fixed on her tattoo which was peeping out from her saree draped waist. He couldn't see full tattoo but he made a mental note to bring this tattoo subject before she leaves this room.

"Nothing," Tiya nodded and slowly walked towards him.

"Why ....why you started calling me wifey?" She asked again.

Kiaan pulled her by her waist rubbing his thumbs on her tattoed waist, "said na I always felt that you are my wifey," his touch was like current . Tiya leaned against him, "you are beautiful Tiya," Kiaan whispered in her ear. Slowly he touched her ear lobe with his lips . Tiya shivered in his touch.

Suddenly they heard a knock at the door. Kiaan slowly stood straight, " don't worry darling today I will answer all your questions but before that it's time to have a light dinner," he loosen his hold on her causing Tiya to move backward, "a dinner date wifey, real one," he winked and walked towards the door leaving all flushed Tiya.

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Short chapter, I wanted to end it here so that we can have "Date," in next chapter.

Thank you
Veenu 😘