You and Me | ✓

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She woke up although she didn't want to with the way she felt warmth surrounding her. Turning around, she saw Amrit looking down at her.

Raising her head a little, she kissed him lightly, her hand moving to touch his face as her thumb grazed his cheek, "Your beard tickles." Roop told him, laughing at the prickly yet ticklish feel.

"Yeah?" He asked, rubbing his cheek with hers, "Does it now?"

"It pokey pokey." She replied, pushing his face away.

"I was thinking..." He trailed off, watching what she was doing, his brows furrowed watching her pull his  shirt up, "Roop?"

"Hmm?"

"Not that I mind but what are you doing?" He asked.

She didn't reply but he felt her fingers moving on his stomach before she looked at him with a disappointed pout.

"What's wrong?"

"You only have six abs." She complained, he looked at her in confusion, waiting for her to start explaining, "but he had eight." She added in an unsatisfied tone.

"Who?" He didn't realise how all of a sudden his voice went a tone deeper but it did.

"Arey my dream wala husband." She replied as if he was supposed to know who she was talking about.

"What do you mean by dream wala husband?"

"Dream wala means dream wala." She frowned.

"Why exactly are you having a shirtless man in your dreams?" He asked childishly.

"Kya pata? Uspe mera control thode na hai." Her frown deepened at his question, "Unka chehra bhi nahi dekha maine." She murmured sadly.
(Who knows? I don't have a control over that) (I didn't even see his face)

"Excuse me? Why do you think it's not me?"

"Offo! Aapke paas 8 abs nahi hain na! Wohi toh confirm kar rahi thi mai." She replied.
(Offo! You don't have eight abs! That's what I was trying to confirm)

"I had eight, you're the one who makes me eat all that food." She heard Amrit say while she was busy tracing the pattern of his muscles.

"Haan toh? Uss din maine dekha aap merko uthate waqt kaise saans le rahe the." She looked at him with narrowed eyes.
(Yes and? I noticed how you were taking heavy breaths when you picked me up that day.)

"Jhoothi."
(Liar)

"Haww! Mai jhoothi?" She looked at him accusingly.
(Haww! You're calling me a liar?)

"Haanji. Aap."
(Yes. You are)

"Jaayein aap, I'm not talking to you." She got up from the bed, and walked towards the washroom as she flipped her hair, only to bump into the wall, "Stupid wall." She cursed the wall as she opened the door only to see it was the door to the cupboard, "Stupid hotel." She added before finally finding the door to the washroom.

He looked at the now-closed door, shaking his head.

She came out after a while, wrapped in just a towel this time, acting like Amrit wasn't present in the room.

Walking towards the nightstand, she threw her wet hair over her shoulder, the water droplets sprinkling his face as she picked up her phone and walked near the suitcase.

Amrit got up, picking up the blanket along with him before walking towards Roop and wrapping the said blanket around her.

"Kya kar rahe hain?" She asked, her nose scrunching up in annoyance, throwing the blanket off of her shoulders.
(What are you doing?)