I sat on the bed full of roses with all my jewelry intact and my veil covering my face. I still can't believe the fact that I married Vihaan Kapoor, my first and last crush.
We studied in the same school. He was in Section A while I was in B, but that didn't stop me from sneaking glances at him every time I passed through his class. He had the looks to die for, well still has, and was the topper in school except in one subject i.e Hindi. Yes this smart a** excelled in all the subjects except in Hindi and he would never let his marks or even Hindi notes be seen by anyone. Really a torture!
And not to forget of his extroverted nature, he was always surrounded by his bunch of buddies.. whom I like to call the Rowdy buddies!
I, on the other hand, wasn't much of an extroverted type. I was more of a reserved and in my own dreamland kinda girl. All through my school days, I just for once wanted to be noticed by him.. but that jerk never really looked towards me!
And still here we are, Married!
I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy or not, because honestly I'm not sure of what I feel for him now...
I heard footsteps coming to the bed and I snapped out of my thoughts, noticing him from my peripheral vision.
He stood there struggling to remove his sherwani stole and though he was looking too hot at the moment but his actions were too funny not to laugh.
I just chuckled and stood on my knees on the bed, standing in front of him when he looked at me confused with my behaviour. I just shrugged and helped him with his stole.
While I was working on removing the stole from around his neck, I could feel his eyes on me which was making my heart to lose its normal paced beating.
I was almost done with the stole when I felt him removing my veil out of my face. My eyes were still on his stole trying really hard not to look at his face.
"Are you not feeling exhausted? You're still in the wedding attire and jewelry? ", he asked me.
"Mom asked me to wait until you come", I said looking at him and gave him the stole in his hand as I got up from the bed and walked towards the dresser.
I was busy removing my ornaments when I saw him coming towards me with that look that was making me want to pounce on him but I, of course, controlled my crazy hormones.
He reached beside me and took my hand in his, I stood there stupedified.
Too much guts on the very first night for an arranged marriage!
Yes, ours was on arranged marriage!
He took out some kind of shiny silver bracelet and tangled it around my wrist, locking the bracelet tightly. I looked at it and looked back at him confused.
He just smiled taking my hand in his and kissed the back of it saying, "Let's start with friends, Ahana" And with that he went off to the closet while I was squealing within, I never thought he'd really say that. And it was the first time, the jerk called me by my name! I cannot be more happier!
...
Few months later~
Cooking in the kitchen, I felt hands snaking around my waist. Knowing exactly who it is, I just slapped the hands away and turned around to face him switching the stove off.
"You again came late last night! Didn't I tell you not to overwork yourself? But do you listen? No! You didn't even have dinner last night! ", I glared at him while he just gave me his best puppy dog eyes
"No this time they're not gonna work! ", I said to him or I moreover convinced myself that I won't fall for his puppy expression ever, he always gets away with that.. Hmph!
I returned back to cooking, completely ignoring him.
" You're not gonna talk to me? ", he asked. I just rolled my eyes.
"Ahana one last time I promise, look at me na, I won't repeat it again, I'm sorry", he said again but today it's a big no!
" Fine then don't talk! ", he said and left huffing. Jerk!
...
"The album is in the store room beta, if you find it, then please do get it otherwise leave it, don't go hurting yourself okay? ", mom said watching her daily dose of happiness... yup obviously her overdramatic TV shows.
I walked inside the store room and a few minutes later, I found the album and was about to walk out when my eyes fell on a very familiar bag, Vihaan's 10th grade bag. Yeah that's right, it's the same bag!
I grabbed the bag too and walked out of the store room. Giving the album to mom, I made my way to the bedroom and laid on the bed happily opening his bag.
Finally I could get to see his Hindi notes, I've never seen his Hindi handwriting, but now I would be able to, I squealed in happiness.
I saw a bunch of his assignments of science and math, I smiled keeping them aside and brought out his Hindi assignment file.
When I saw his hand writing, I was awestruck. His handwriting was rather pretty good then why would he hide it this way?! That beast!
I turned few pages while looking through his notes when suddenly something caught my attention.
"Mera Tera saath
Zindagi bhar nahi chaahiye
Balki jab tak tu saath hai
Tab tak Zindagi chaahiye"
Wow... he wrote that?
He has that in him?
I never knew that
I turned another page
"Baarish ke boondh, Use chookhar pighle
Kya main bhi woh boondh, jisse chookhar woh nikhre"
I smiled..
"Manzil chaahein jitni bhi door lage
Par uske saath chalne se
Har manzil choti lagne lagti hai"
I smiled a little low, but who is he referring to? I turned the page again half heartedly now
"Haatho mein haath liye chalne ki khwaaish
Par Haath na Mil paye aise Bandish"
I just closed it, I couldn't read it further. He loved someone in the past. I never knew about that.. no wonder he doesn't let anyone touch his Hindi notes!
I just inhaled a deep breath keeping all the books inside, I was about to close the zip of the bag when I noticed a small card.
I opened it and..
"I love you Ahana Shetty
Would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?
~Vihaan "
My eyes went wide as saucers, I couldn't believe it. I immediately opened his Hindi file and turned the pages thoroughly.
...
...
"Meri ek nazar ki talaash mein thi
Pagli ko nahi dikha
Meri saari nazar sirf us par hi thi"
My eyes welled up in tears as I read the last poem..I put my palm over my mouth to control my sobbing.
He loved me too?
Then our marriage?
Just then the door flicked open and there he stood, my husband looking all confused.
"What happened? ", he asked worried looking at my tear strained face.
I ran to him and just hugged him.
"Oh my god, what is with this sudden affection my dear wife? Does that mean you've forgiven me for yesterday's event? ", he said trying to look at my face
I looked at his Hindi file and his gaze followed mine, I asked him" Our marriage?.. "
He smiled and kissed my forehead,
"Was never an arranged one wifey.. " He said looking at me dreamily.
This guy can make me fall for him all over again and everyday, all day and I would still fall for him even harder!
He kissed me and brushed our noses.
True! Love really makes you crazy!
