22. This is what we call a kiss
The sun glimmers through the window's curtains causing me to groan in displeasure but that disappears in minutes when the beautiful site came into my views, my husband sleeping peacefully on his chest , his arms gripping me possessively close to him.
I quietly slip out of his grip and tip toed inside the bathroom doing my work.
After a long peaceful bath i came out of the bathroom, wearing a beautiful light pink floral saree. I know he will not be happy if he didn't find me beside him, but he seems so cute and fine sleeping so, i thought it's best to not disturb him.
I heard downstairs, where mummy jii and Chachi jii is preparing for breakfast "good morning lovely woman's" i said back hugging both of them gaining a surprise yelp from them "good morning Mera bacha" mummy jii said kissing my forehead.
"Good morning beta, vaise ketne baje kal raat tumlog vapas aae, or vansh kal vapas aa gaya ye to hame abhi bhabhi se pata chala" Chachi said.
(Good morning my son)
(Good morning son, By the way, what time did you guys come back last night, and i just got to know from Bhabhi that Vansh came back yesterday)
Before i could speak someone's harsh tone cut me off "are kaise pata chalta jab dono der raat ko gulcharre udane gae the, or kisi batana bhi jaruri na samjha" and the owner of the voice is none other than bua jii.
"Nhi nhi aesi baat nhi bua j—" she again cut me off "hmmm.
..hm..ab tum hame sikhao gi ki kaisi baat hai, or Jo bhi bolo bhabhi shadi ke hamara vansh to badal hi Gaya, aesa kya sikhati padhati ho Bahu Rani, kahi koi kala Jadu to nahi karva Diya na hamare pyare se bhole bhale vansh pe" she laughed and sit on the nearest table beside the kitchen counter.
(Hey, how could we have known when both of them had gone out late at night to fly, and they did not even consider it necessary to tell anyone?)
(No, it's not like that: Aunt)
(“hmmm…
hm…now you teach me what is this, or whatever Bhabhi says, our vansh has changed after marriage, And what are you teaching our vansh , have you done black magic on vansh?)
"Bindiya ye kya bole ja rahi ho, or vansh ne hame kal raat ko hi call kar Diya tha ki vo sarah ke saath bahar kisi important party me ja raha h, or aise bhi ab ye dono pati patni ye gulcharre jaise sabd tum kaha se jod Rahi ho" mummy jii said squiziing my arms while bua jii stand from her seat leaving the kitchen but not before giving me a hard glare.
"Unki bato ka bura nhi manna beta, vo hai hi thodi tedi type ki" Chachi said with a hilarious expression that makes us laugh.
(“Bindiya, what are you saying, or Vansh called me last night and said that he is going to some important party with Sarah outside, and now both of them are a couple.)
(Don't feel bad about her words beta, she is just a bit of a crooked type.)
After an hour when we done cooking, and plating the breakfast on the dinning table "3" dristi said "nhi 5" uv snapped.
"Are re re ye kya tin paanch laga rakha h tum dono ne" Chachi said serving them food.
"Maa dekhe to, Mai kah Raha hu ke bhaiya or bhabhi ke 5 bache honge lekin ye pagal 3 pe hi atki Hui h" uv said making everybody laughed as I just blushed .
(No, 5)
(Hey hey hey what are you two saying?)
(Mom, look, I am saying that brother and sister-in-law would have 5 kids but this crazy person is stuck on only 3)
"Hm...ye to ab hamare bacho PE depend karta h na tum dono apni rai apne paas rakho.
..kyu hai na sarah bete" mummy jii said as I just nodded in embarrassment.
"Or kya Jane honge bhi ki nhi" bua jii said.
"Aise kyu bol Rahi ho mummy" dristi asked bua jii "aise nhi bolu to kaise bolu shadi ke kitne din ho gai abhi Tak koi Khush khabri hi nahi sunai kahi kuch gadbad to nhi h sarah me" bua jii said glancing at my stomach making me hide it with my pallu.
(“hmm…it now depends on our children, both of you keep your opinions to yourself…why is it, son?”)
(Who else knows?
will it happen or not)
(Why are you talking like that, mom?)
(If I don't speak like this, how can I speak?
How many days have passed since the marriage, till now no good news has been heard, is there something wrong, Sarah?)
"Soch samajh kar muh khola Karo bindiya" papa ji snapped at bua ji, mummy places her hand on his shoulder to calm her.
"Sarah bete vansh kaha h abhi Tak niche nhi, jao jara bula Li aao" mummy said trying to change the tense environment "nhi nhi bhabhi pahle AAP batao 3 bache ya paanch bache" uv said.
(Open your mouth thoughtfully Bindiya)
(Sarah, son, where is Vansh, he is not down yet, please go and call him.)
(No no sister-in-law, first you tell me whether you have 3 or 5 children)
"8 bache ab khush" an authoritative tone said before i could attur a word.
I glance toward the stairs to find my husband walking down in his glory.
" 8? Bhabhi soch lijiye ek baar" dristi teases.
I bet I would be a tomato by now with embarrassment.
Vansh sit on his usual seat and patted the chair beside him, Signal me sit as did.
"8? Yaha to ek bhi khabar nhi h" bua said.
(8 kids happy now)
(8? Bhabhi, please think once.)
("8? There is not a single news here)
"Aap itni chinta kyu kar rahe ho bua ji, jara sa sabr kijiye or vo kahte h na der aae durust aae" vansh said making bua shut her mouth.
I nearly choked on my water when I felt someone's hand on my thigh.
As you can guess who is someone. "Kyu sahi kaha na?
" he wishperd in my ears, but i said nothing just ignoring his question.
("Why are you worrying so much aunty, have a little patience and they say it's better late than never.")
( right?")
Breakfast went in like an entire, dristi and uv teasing and as my dear husband torchering me by his hand on my thighs.
I was placing the dishes on the selves when I felt someone's hand slide through my waist, making my breath hitched "aapne hamare sawaal ka jawaab nhi diya" he said nuzzling into my neck "konsa sawaal?
" I asked innocently like i don't know what is he talking about.
"Vahi ki 8 bache chalenge na aapko ya 16 karde" he said making my eyes widen and blush crept on my cheeks furiously.
"16? Aapke sapnon me" i said pushing him aside while fixing my saree
("You didn't answer my question")
(What question?)
(That said, 8 will be enough for you or you can make 16.)
(16? In your dreams)
"HAmare sapno me na jae waha to itne h jitne aap gin bhi nahi paengi" he said again engulfing me in his arm "haa or itne bache ka kyA cricket team banayege" i said.
"Abhi Tak socha to nhi hu lekin sochne me harz to nahi h" he said placing a soft kiss on me neck, "lekin aapne sahi nhi Kiya hame Bina uthae niche chali aai, pata h aapko ham kitna akela mahsus karne Lage the" he said like a child whinning for his favourite toy.
I said while giggling "hmm...kya h na aap bahut hi cute lag rahe the sote hue to isiliye hamne aapko nahi uthaya"
("Don't go into my dreams, there are so many of them that you can't even count.)
(Yes and what cricket team will we make from so many children?)
(I haven't thought about it yet, but there's no harm in thinking.)
("But you did not do the right thing by coming down without waking me up, do you know how lonely i was feeling?
")
(Hmm...what: You were looking very cute while sleeping, that's why i didn't wake you up.)
"Cute? Thik h koi baat nhi lekin ab hamari good morning kiss kaha h" he said teasingly.
I kissed his cheeks. "Ye rahi" i said placing my hands on his chest. "Is this what you called a kiss" he asked as I just nodded shyly.
He shook his said while saying "galat ham aapko batate h kya hoti h good morning kiss Jo aapko har roj hame Dena hoga"
("Cute? Okay, no problem, but where's my good morning kiss now?")
(here it is)
("Wrong, i would have told you, What is the kiss that you have to give me every day)
He slammed his lips onto mine, like he is starving, i moaned into kiss , he left my lips when i got breathless. "This is what we call a kiss" he said pecking my lips again and left me breathless in the kitchen.