FANAA

FIDA

"which one?" Kartavya asked Geetanjali to choose a flavour in the icecream parlour.

"Will go for chocolate hazelnut crunch" Geetanjali replied regarding her choice

Kartavya placed both of their orders and they went out of the parlour near their car. Kartavya was leaning on his car and was having his icecream while Geetanjali was standing infront of him, digging into the scoop of her favourite flavour.

As it was evening time, people were getting out of their houses and gradually the streets were turning crowded. Kartavya saw few men passing closely behind Geetanjali and as an instinct of possessiveness surged in him he quickly changed their positions.

Now Geetanjali was standing taking a support of the car while Kartavya was standing protectively infront of her.

"Kya hua?" Geetanjali whispered and raised her eyebrows

"Aahh!! Kuch nhi, i thought your back might be hurting so isiliye i let you take the support of the car" Kartavya reasoned a lie

"Hmmm"

"Ek baat kahun?" Kartavya asked

"Ji"

"I know literally nothing about you, tumhari pasand, na pasand nothing........Mein chahun toh tumhare bare mein kisi aur ko bol kar background details pata kar sakta hun, but i want you to open up to me........mein chahta hun ki tum mujhe khud se apne bare mein batao sab kuch......i do understand ki it's not that easy cause perhaps am still like a stranger to you but maybe gradually someday i would like to know every single thing about you" Kartavya said

Geetanjali was looking at him without blinking. She was processing what he has said. Basically she realised that for the first time someone is taking interest in her life, her husband wants to know about her. But except miseries she has nothing specific to flaunt about.

"There is nothing particular or special in my life to tell" Geetanjali meekly whispered

"Wrong"

"Sorry"

Kartavya chuckled and spoke "You are unique, everything about you is special and because of that you are wife of The Kartavya Singh Chauhan..........and my crush too" he thought the last part in his mind

Geetanjali smiled and asked "kya bataun?"

"Aaamnm, okay tell me what you aspire to be?"

"A writer"

"Why a writer?" Kartavya asked throwing the empty plate in the dustbin

"Because i can pen down everything whatever i think without any fear or objection and i believe that unlike my real life story, here in this virtual world, i have the power to mould my stories according to my wish and desires" Geetanjali replied with an enchanting smile.

"That's a nice thought" Kartavya appreciated

"Hmm thank you" Geetanjali politely thanked while wiping her hands and her eyes landed on Kartavya's shirt which had few drops of melted ice cream. Geetanjali wiped the remaining with a tissue leaving a stain back on his shirt.

"Ooh shit.........ek toh adhe se zyada shirts mujhe mil nhi rahe aur uske upar yeh bhi gaya kamse.......i should have purchased few shirts for myself along with your clothes" Kartavya said

"Shirts mil nhi rahe matlab?"

"Yaar dheere dheere shirts pata nhi Kahan gayab ho jaa rahe hai prior to two months i had stocked my closet with shirts of different shades and now i have lost more than half of them............mein ghar mein maids se puchta hun toh ek hi answer milta hai mujhe ki nhi malum" Kartavya shrugged and went inside the car.