"Ander chalke baat kare." Param said passing everyone a look.
"Mujhe kahi nahi jana aapke saath, joh bhi kehna hai yehi kaho." Simmi settled on the sofa.
Ishita unconsciously rubbed her palms together, feeling awkward while Raman glared Romi and Rinki to go inside. Romi tried protesting but obeyed him atlast and Rinki too followed him with teary eyes.
"Simmo, mai kese samjhau tujhe." Param crounged trying to maintain the eye contact "jaruri nahi hota toh mai jata kya? Bohot important lead mili thi."
"Mai to kabhi jaruri hu hi naa?" She asked tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Kase baat kar rahi hai, Simmo. Tu hi toh jaruri hai." He tried helplessly.
"Nahi hu mai jaruri." Simmi randomly wiped her tears "bas do din hi to maagethe aapse. Pata hai kitna sunaya sab ne mujhe."
"I am sorry." He softly wiped her tears, setteling beside him.
"Its not okay. Mai kitna dar gai thi. Aap bina bataye chale gaye. Yesa koi karta hai kya?" She muttered slowly giving in, leaning her head to his shoulder.
"Nai koi nai karta. Ganda Param." He muttered, pecking her forehead softly.
Ishita smiled hearing so. She patted Raman's arm slowly asking him to move as her in-laws also moved toward their room.
Ishita softly smiled at the couple at the sofa, as Simmi complained about the taunts and Param listened making all type of faces.
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"Nautanki." Raman muttered thinking about their spoiled mood.
"Kon?" Ishita asked.
Raman glared her thinking she is teasing him.
"Simmi didi aur Jiju?" Ishita asked in confusion and dreamily added "Kitne cute toh hai."
"Haa haa bohota cute hai." He mimicked dropping himself on the bed.
"Waise Simmi dd ne bohot jaldi maaf kardiya" Brushing her tangled hairs, she passed him a look.
Raman frowned not understanding her indication.
"Agar Aap yese bina bataye Mikuke saadhi mai gayab ho gohaye toh mai toh baat hi nahi karungi aapse." She glared as if he already missed the marriage.
"Mai kahi nahi jaane wala tumhe xodke." He replied making her smile.
"Maa ne pura plan flop kardiya, kahi bahar bhi nahi jaa sakte. Office hi chale jana chahiyetha." Raman muttered picking the tv remote.
Inko ittna kya office jana hai. Har waqt office office. She narrowed her eyes.
"Ishita ... Ishita"
"Jee." She replied coming out of trance.
"Movie dekhe?" He asked pointing toward the TV with Netflix account logged in.
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Her Possessive Husband
Fanfiction"Mummyji." Ishita softly called her mother-in-law mixing the wheat dough. "Haa, puttar bol." Toshiji replied peeling the boiled potatoes. "Bachpanme, Raman aapko leke bohot possessive honge na?" She casually added. (Raman might have been very posses...
