Snapshots - Oberoi Family Edition

10.1. Shower Of Love

It was bustling morning in Oberoi Mansion. All staff and family members were running around, doing something or the other. 

Priyanka was standing on a chair, hanging a string of flowers. She reached forward to secure it but her foot slipped.

Priyanka: AAAHH!

"Priyanka!"

Ranveer, who was nearby in case something like that happened, caught Priyanka in his arms. The flowers from the broken string showered on them, creating a very filmy moment... until Priyanka realised this was the 4th string she had broken while "helping" decorate.

Priyanka: *whines* Ek aur string toot gayi!
(Another string broke!)

Ranveer: *exclaims* Kaaye vedi stree aahes tu!
(What a crazy woman you are!)

He put her down.

Ranveer: *scolding* Tula mendu naahi ka? Tum chair se gir gayi aur tumhe string ki padi hain? Chair pe chadhi hi kyoon thi? *holds her arms* Tu theek aahe na? Kaheen chot toh nahi lagi?
(Do you not have brains? You fell from the chair and you're concerned about the string? Why did you climb the chair in the first place? Are you alright? You didn't get hurt, did you?)

Priyanka pursed her lips as she laughed internally. Her husband had this quirk of speaking in Marathi when he was very happy, angry or scared. Though he wasn't Maharashtrian but Ranveer had picked up the language after living in Mumbai for years and Priyanka found it adorable.

Priyanka: Ranveer calm down.

Ranveer: *still hyper* Pehle batao ki tum theek ho ya nahi?
(First tell me if you're okay?)

Priyanka: Mi bari aahe.
(I am okay.)

Priyanka said sweetly in her accented Marathi, making Ranveer's heart melt and race. She accepted him for all he was and wasn't, even putting in effort adapt his way of living. That made her fall in love with her over and over.
Priyanka handed him the broken flower string with a small pout. He chuckled and helped her fix it...and made sure she stayed on the ground.

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Bhavya was connecting the wires of speakers to a music system when Rudra creeped behind her. He slid his arm on her waist... only to get a back-handed smack in the face.

Rudra: AAH! AAH! Mummy!

Realsing the consequence of her reflex action, Bhavya immediately withdrew her hand and clasped it on her mouth.

Bhavya: Ru...Rudy, aa...aap theek toh hain na?
(Ru...Rudy, you're fine, right?)

Rudra: *almost crying* Sahab, thappad se bhi darr lagta hain aur pyaar se bhi!
(Sir, I fear both slap and love!)

Bhavya: Aise kaun pichhe-se aa ke chedta hain?
(Who comes from behind and troubles like this?)

Rudra: *huffs* Ek normal pati jo normally apni patni ke saath romanace karna chahta hain.
(A normal husband who normally wants romance with his wife.)

Bhavya: Toh kisne kaha aapsi ek police officer ke saath normal romance kar sakte hain?
(So who said that you can normally romance with a police officer?)

Bhavya turned away but Rudra held her wrist, spun her around and pulled her closer, wrapping his around her waist. 

Rudra: Of course, itni special biwi ke saath normal romance toh nahi chalega? Toh ACP Bhavya Rudra Singh Oberoi, *leans closer so his cheek brushes against hers* aap hi bata dijiye ki main apni policewali biwi se kaise romance?
(Of course, normal romance won't work with such a special wife, would it? So ACP Bhavya Rudra Singh Oberoi, you only tell me how shall I romance with my wife?)