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"Mrs. Mittu. Come dear let's go inside the house.", Said Sidharth while forwarding his hand towards her.

"Huh!! No!! I am going to my Mittu's office, to take him back home with me.", She sips the bitter liquid from the bottle by picking it up from the front of the auto driving handle.

"Give me that..", he snatches the bottle from her hand.

"Hey!! My bottle!!", She screams.

"Rum?", He reads the label on the bottle.

"Yeah.. You know I am happy, I shut all.. all the mouths with my success today.. (becomes emotional) but do you think my Mittu is still mad at me? Do you think he is still ashamed of me and repents his decision of marrying me?", She asked with a tear filled puppy pout.

"No Shehnaaz.. I know I behaved like a jerk, but please forgive me. I love you my darling..", he says by holding her cheek. She immediately jerks off his hand.

"Hey!! I don't love you. (His face fell listening to those words) I only love my husband, my Mittu.", She spoke in an intoxicated state. The smile on his face returned back.

"Shehnaaz.. come here.. Look at me my sweetheart", he pulled her out of the auto and cupped her face so that she could look at him clearly.

She looked up at his face and tears started to flow from her eyes.

"Mittu... (Surprised) No.. you can't be my Mittu. You are just another illusion like I have everytime. My Mittu doesn't love me. He doesn't want to see my face that's why he is at office for the past two weeks.", She cried.

"No sweetheart, I love you. I am very bad at managing my emotions and afraid of showing my vulnerability to anyone.", He cried leaning his forehead against hers while still cupping her face in both his hands.

"I am not anyone else Mittu. There is a reason they say better half to your spouse. I am a part of you Mittu. I will either be your strength or will cry together in such times.", She said cupping his face with her hands. They both sulked for quite sometime in the same position.

Sidharth lifts her up in bridal style to take her inside the mansion.

"Mittu.. I don't want to eat the pineapple pastries alone anymore.", She mumbled.

"Huh? Are they your favourite as well?", He asked in surprise.

"No.. but daddu ate it alone all these years because he missed his love, his wife. I ate it because I missed you, my love.", She said before passing out in his arm. His heart ached learning the reason behind the pineapple pastry.

"Shehnaaz, today I promise to not I allow you to eat pineapple pastry alone anymore. I will never repeat the mistake I did.", He said to her even after knowing that she couldn't hear him because it wasn't a promise to her but to himself.

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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...", Sidharth startled in his sleep and got up to sit straight hearing Shehnaaz scream.

"Shehnaaz, what happened? Are you alright?", He asked in extreme concern.

"Mittu.. you are home?", She chuckled.

"Pufff.. You scared me!!", He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"When did you come and how do I not remember anything?", She spoke in astonishment.

"Rrrr.. let's sleep for sometime.", Sidharth nodded his head in disbelief and pulled her back to lie in bed with him. He hugged her close to himself shutting his eyes.

"Mittu.. is this really you?", She asked looked at his face from close while touching his stubble.

"No Sexyna.. you are dreaming..", he mumbled in his sleep.

"I am not dreaming cause I pinched myself too hard few minutes before I screamed.", She said.

"Oh!! Congratulations then cause you are not dreaming.", He spoke with his eyes still closed.

"Why did you come back home?", She asked.

"Huh?", He opened his eyes in shock and looked at her face which was just a few inches away from his.

"Aren't you happy that I came home?", He asked.

"I am.. I mean I want to know what made you come home?", She asked in a perplexed tone.

"Rum!!", he said.

"Rum?", She asked still confused.

"Yeah.. you almost emptied the whole bottle of rum last night.", he said.

"Hmm.. so you came to save your bottle of Rum from me?", Said with a sad pout.

"What? Madam I came for you.. not for the rum.", He said.

"Huh! Really? Did you forgot that you landed in a big problem because of marrying me and how about your repentance of wasting the 15 hours?", She asked with a frown.

"Shehnaaz why don't you go to the kitchen and get me a cup of tea and a bottle of rum for yourself?", He says

"Huh?", She narrows her eyebrows at him.

"I am sorry", He leans closer and pecks her pout.

"I am not going to melt with these tactics. You are not forgiven.", She rubs her lips with the back of her palm like a little baby and frowns.

He makes a puppy face and stares at her. She glares at him and looks away from him.

"Don't look", she said frowning further.

"My eyes, my wife, my wish. I will do whatever I want.", He said.

She covered her face with a blanket to hide her uncontrollable smile. Lifting up the blanket he intruded inside settling comfortably.

"Mittu..", she whined like a kid making him chuckle and smooch her passionately. Longing for his love made it difficult for her to resist him any further. The room was soon filled with moans and groans as they made love to each other.

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Arghhh.. I am so so confused between these honeymoon destinations. I can arrange meetings or office events in a snap but so indecisive when it comes to planning something romantic for Shehnaaz. I want to surprise her without asking her.

Sidharth was looking at the honeymoon package brochures kept on his desk. He picked them up and stuffed them into his laptop bag and logged off from the office.

When he entered his room, he saw Shehnaaz cutting out an article from the newspaper.

"What are you doing sweetheart?", He  asked looking at the file on the table.

"Cutting out the articles on me for the file.", She said hugging him. He looked at the old article where the newspaper had written malicious news about her and his face fell.

"Why did you file these unwanted articles?", He asked.

"To remind me to stay focused. The day I saw these negative articles, I was hurt but then I was determined to turn them into positive. The best thing about newspapers is that the headlines change everyday Sidharth. See, the same people who wrote filthy articles are publishing my success stories.", She said showing the recent article.

"Your approach is very optimistic. I admire it. What's your ambition Shehnaaz?", He asked.

"At present, my motto is to travel from page three to the front page because that's where the harm was done to me.", She said playing and interlocking her fingers with his.

"I am with you Shehnaaz.", He kissed her knuckles by lifting her hand close to his lips.

"I know Mittu, but some battles are to be fought alone. I don't want to tarnish your image again knowingly or unknowingly. I am keeping you and your business out of this. Even being Mrs. Mittal, I still travel by Auto and Cab to work, wholly and solely for this reason.", She said.

"Okay Sexyna.. as you wish!", He pecked her lips and patted her cheek.

"You know what Mittu, you look tired. I'll get some masala chai for you to refresh your mood and give you a nice head massage.",  She declared before placing the scissor between the newspaper.

"Wow!! Sounds cool..", he said in excitement.

As soon as she left, he flipped the pages of various newspapers to see her articles. He saw few pamphlets in between the newspapers of some advertisements. Smiling to himself on getting a brilliant idea, he placed the honeymoon package brouchers along with them.

Shehnaaz returned with a cup of hot masala chai for him.

"Wow!! Smells great!! Let me finish my tea until then you can resume your paper cutting.", He suggests.

Nodding her head she opens up the next paper on the table and flips the pages. As per his guess, she does picks up the brochures and pamphlets. While he observed her reactions, she glanced at the papers without showing any interest in the exoctic honeymoon locations and placed it on the table.

Rrrr... She didn't even show a slightest of interest in looking at them. Mission failed!!

While he pondered what other location would make his beautiful wife happy, his eyes caught the attention of her brightened and excited face. He peeped in to notice that it was one of the pamphlets advertising a Fair few kilometers from their city on the outskirts. She looked at the colourful pictures of the attractions and amusement in the fair like a little kid.

"Mittu...", She called him excited.

"Hmmm.. Yes, sweetheart", he acted unaware.

What are you even thinking Shehnaaz? He is a busy person and may not like to go on a fair with you. You aren't a middle class Saxena now. You are a Mittal, who needs to act responsibly.

"Aaaa.. aaa.. are you done drinking?", She controlled the urge to ask him to take her to the fair, and instead diverted the topic.

"Hmm.. yeah..", he answered.

She signalled him to sit in front and he obliged. She then gave him a hot oil head massage which he thoroughly enjoyed. She told him the stories of their outdoor shooting, train ride and pranks pulled by her band members. He hummed all the time listening to her stories carefully.

Once done, Shehnaaz went to wash her hand. He picked up the pamphlet and stuffed it inside his laptop bag immediately.

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