I look at him from the corner of my eyes to see him still looking at me with that same creepy smile. The same one he's been giving me since he had the 'meeting' with Paa three days ago. I know I am beautiful and all, but this stalkish behavior is not what I asked for. If he doesn't stop treating and looking over at me like I am some glass doll... maine koot dena hai inhe!

"Will you please tell me what you guys talked about? What did he say that made you look at me like this...?" I ask crossing my legs in Indian style on the couch. He shrugs.

"Like what?"

"Like you won't be able to breath if you look away." I mumble back, suddenly feeling shy when the intensity of his gaze and breathing around me increases tenfold. My eyes go to fingers in my lap.

"I won't be." Is the answer to that. Yup. My cheeks are on fire.

"Come here." I look up, he pats his lap. I look up at the cameras behind him. "Yeah, and give our parents a lap dance show? No thanks." I scoff at the idea and the man.

"I'll make Hood remove them by evening. Do you want to shift here? After marriage?" He questions and my eyes narrow. Please tell me he's kidding.

"Aap naa jao muh dho ke aao. Aap nind mein ho. Maine koot dena tyanu aaj." I point at the common washroom of the penthouse; he looks at me confused.

"What's the problem? I got it renovated a year ago. Everything is upto my taste." He looks around the living area with a proud look on his face.

"That's the fluffing problem. Who asked for your taste in my house? Or main pagal lagti hun aapko? Jo yaha rahungi? So that you're always in that work mode of yours? No thanks!" I roll my eyes. He shakes his head at me.

"Okay then. Thank you for explaining this to me so lovingly. My heart's full. I'm gonna head down now." He gets up from the couch. Haan toh bulaya bhi kisne tha? Aap hi sniff karte karte phoch gaye the.

"Close the door behind you." I murmur going back to my work. He doesn't leave. I look up irritated.

"Kya ab?" I ask, frustration peaking with each passing second.

"What did I do yaar? Kyu moody ho rakhi hai tu aaj?" He asks walking towards me and settling down a little away from me. "Sahil. Stop with the insults. What do you mean by aaj moody? I am always, every second of the day Moody as fluff. Currently I am just irritated with the way you're breathing. So, fluffing loud. Huffing like Coco and Oreo." His eyes squint. He looks at me from my face to my toes.

"You're on periods?" The frustration that has been caged inside breaks free. "Sahil Sahdev! Leave me alone!" I shove on his chest. He cages both my wrist in one hand and pulls me over his chest, his body going down on the couch, with me over him.

"You are. That's why you're working from here. It still hurts the same way, baby?" His voice goes soft with each passing second.

"Sahil. Jao na yaar aap." I try to pull my hand out of his hold. "Okay. If you don't want me here, I'll go. The master key is in the kitchen. Under the flower vase. You can sleep in the bedroom, I'll send a hot bag and some snacks for you, alright?" He murmurs over my nose. I don't reply. He pecks my lips and turns our body sideways. Laying me down on the couch and getting up. He adjusts his clothes and then leans down to kiss my head and then my nose.

"Ring me up if you want to see me or need anything, okay?" I just bob my head a little bit. "I'll come back later to check up on you." With that, he turns around and leaves. Closing the door behind him and leaving me in truckloads of guilt. I don't make a move to get up. My body in extreme discomfort and pain and exhausted from not getting any sleep last night.

Periods have been a nightmare for me. My body has been always too weak, and during these days, I die a slow and painful death. Everyone knows how excruciating this time of the month is for me, which I hate all the more. The sympathy and pity that I hate to see on my loved ones faces, increases more when I am going through this— which I obviously hate with all my heart. This pity is what I never want and hate with my guts. I hate it when everyone looks at me with those eyes like I am some unlucky person to be going through all this.

I hate those sympathetic eyes. That's why I never tell anyone I am on periods. Or I try to. But my pain usually gives it away in an hour or two. But this time I was lucky—not so much— I got my periods after dinner. Now that our families knows about us, I asked Sahil to not sleep together as its too awkward for me. It's a matter of a month anyways. I didn't want to make myself or my father and our families uncomfortable. It just seemed bad to me; not like they'll ever say anything to us. The night was spent how I usually spend it during my periods--curled up in a ball under the bed with my face into the pillow as I went through the pain. This is the second time I am having periods here in India, last time I had the medicines I used to take in UK--those work wonders on me for the entire day--but I forgot to arrange them somehow for this month. Now that the wedding's coming, I can ask Ellie to get a whole fluffing supply for me!

I left the house way too early in the morning-- no one questioned me knowing I have a deadline to meet. My designs were loved by many, and I officially had my first big order, that too of a bride. The basic things were done and the lehenga was now under the construction, so I checked up on the embroidery and embellishment, had a meeting 'my teams Masterji' at Mehr Works before coming here at the office building. The clock didn't even strike 11 before my body started whining all over again and I left everything and came here at the penthouse to not end up making a scene in front of everyone down there.

But how can Sahil Sahdev leave me alone? I don't know what happened since he had that meeting with Paa, the man doesn't leave me alone for a second or maybe it's just him being his true self now that everyone knows about us. But he gotta stop this, I love him, but I don't like these sinister vibes he's giving away currently. I want my grump grump back so I can torture him!

I don't know when sleep knocks me out because the next time I wake up, he's sitting beside me with his hand softly running over my stomach and I also feel the hot water bag. His breath still coming out in huffs. He gotta stop this! "Sahil, stop breathing." I mumble, his hand stops for a second before resuming the same action. I know the fluffer rolled eyes at me. Yeah, fluff you jogging, Punny bunny. His existence makes me crave violence.

"I brought you food, Shea." He leans down to my ears and whispers, my mouth instantly waters. "Can you be a sweetheart and shove some in my mouth, so I don't have to get up?" I mumble back, my voice coming out muffled with the way my face is shoved into the cushion.

"Or I can feed you properly if you just sit up a little bit, huh?" His hand moves on my hairs. "What did you bring? Then I'd decide if I should move or not."

"I ordered from McDonalds." He says and I sit up with a jerk. "Sold." He chuckles, kissing the corner of my mouth before unwrapping the order. The order wasn't delivered. It was a takeaway and the fact that the food chain is almost 30 minutes away from here, makes me guilty of treating him the way I did today.

He hands me the Mcflurry. "I will go heat these up, you have this till then and don't worry, I got extra. There's two more in the fridge." Oh, Did I mention I love this human?

"I freaking love you, Sahil freaking Sahdev." I say and go for my first bite of the heaven in my hand. He comes back after two minutes with two plates full of goodness. There're three different types of burgers. Two large French fries. And a sealed bottle of soft drink. He keeps the plates down on the table and I jump on him the moment he sits beside me.

"I am sorry for being so rude to you." I whisper in his neck; he feathers kisses on my shoulder. "I know how painful this time of the month is for you. Aakhir tere nakhre nahi jhelunga toh kiske jhelunga, meri jaan?"

"Itna tadpa hoon na main 5 saal tujhse orders lene ke liye... kya hi batau." He whispers over my lips and then slapping his lips on mine before I could reply, I moan into his mouth. Grinding in his lap, his fingers digs in my waist to stop my action-- I don't and continue with the motion until he breaks the kiss and stops me forcefully. "Natak nahi faltu ke mere pass." He moves me down on the couch from his lap.

"What do you mean natak nahi? If you don't know, orgasm helps with cramps. Put me out of my misery." To all those who thought I am some type of shy little birdie, fluff you in the palm.

"I will. Next month. Abhi just eat, take your pain killers and go to sleep." He pulls out two strips of pills from his pant and puts them beside the food. I ignore everything, jerk him to me with his collar fisted and get on his thigh. "Ab energy aa gai tere andar? Mana kia na?" He glares, I focus on trailing my fingernail over his little bare chest that was peeking from the shirt.

"Did you turn the cameras off?" I asked, he shakes his head in negative. "Why remove the cameras if we aren't staying here? I am going to see some flats in the evening with Dad and Rudra Uncle. Your father's order." I chuckle knowing how hard he's trying to change the topic. "Baby..."

"I can feel it." I breath into his ears and bite on his earlobe, his hands fisting the clothe of Advik's hoodie. "Ahaana. I have a meeting in an hour. Mat kar yaar." He bites hard on my shoulder from over my clothes. I return the favor by tugging on his hairs. "I came here to soothe your pain but here you're giving me a fucking boner, sharam hai zara bhi?" He pushes me on the couch, we both come face to face, his eyes glaring daggers.

"Sharam? Aapse? Le fitte muh!" I chuckle, he shakes head at me but then leans down to my stomach and kisses it. "Thoda niche." I murmur, he moves back.

"Medicines le le and sleep. I know you didn't sleep last night. We're sleeping together tonight." He gets up from the couch and picks up his phone. "Please come bearing protection so I don't have to bear your kid before our wedding." He doesn't even turn around to look at me. Nah... he just flips me the bird and leaves closing the door behind him hard. The minute I am sure he has reached the elevator; I roar in pain shoving my face in the cushion.

I hear the ting of my phone and reach out to find it somewhere around. "Mujhse nahi chupa sakti yaar Shea tu. I know when you're in pain, I can feel it. I also know you hate when we try to help you with this, that's why I am leaving you alone. But if it's too bad, call me please? It's me baby. Your Shai. I can never not understand what you are going through."

"We'll go house hunting together. Come to me after your meeting, okay? I love you, Shai. Thank you for understanding." I reply back. After some time I gather some strength to eat a few bites of the burger and have my pain killers. I then snail-walk towards the kitchen to look for the key. The minute I am in the bedroom, I fall face down on the bed and wail in pain. My breathing starts to calm as I feel the medicines working, I am knocked out soon after.

I watch her go to sleep from the camera. Once I am sure she's deep asleep, I stand up from my spot on the floor outside the penthouse door and walk in. With slow steps, I walk in the bedroom and throw the blanket over her. Placing a kiss on her head, I walk out and close the bedroom door behind me.

Coming back into the living area, I take the food back in the kitchen. I throw the now runny flurry in the bin, wrap the untouched fries and burgers in a food wrapper, get a Mcflurry from the fridge and take it all with me out of the penthouse while eating her barely eaten burger.

"Resha is here yet?" I ask my assistant. She nods in positive. I hand her the packet and Mcflurry. "Give this to her, she loves it." I tell her and walk to my office. Resha is the daughter of a single mother, who is a cleaning lady of my floor. She comes here directly after her school and makes sure to visit me daily. The little girl loves Mcdonalds more than anything!

"Didn't you get that for Ahaana?" Suhana asks coming out of her cabin. "She barely took three bites of this burger." I nod at the burger in my hand, my sister pulls it out of my hand. "How dare you eat this all alone!?" She takes a huge— and I mean huge bite leaving only a little piece between my fingers. She gives me a smile, her mouth puffed up with the burger and walks ahead, but then she takes a step back and takes the leftover from my hand and leaves.

"Meri hone wali voti da jhuta tu kya kha rahi hai?" I yell behind her, she doesn't even turn around and just gestures her hand which I believe means, "chal chal ave!"

I shake my head at the damn audacity because I can't really do anything else...

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By the time I head back to the penthouse after my meeting, she's nowhere to be found on the bed. But I hear some rustling from my studio and rush to it. Actually, make a run for it. Ahaana Mehrotra is one hell of a snoopy woman. She loves going through stuff, especially my stuff. She has always believed that 'jo mera hai wo sab uska hai'; way before we even got know about the arrangement. I barge in the room with a thud.

"What are you doing?" I say before spotting her in the furthest corner. The box. The fucking box. I walk towards her and snatch the box away, finding it empty, I look around her to see all the chits and notepad under her thigh and the letter in hand.

"Ahaana. Give them back." I go to grab the papers, but she moves her hand behind her back. I lean down to pluck them out, but she lays down on the floor with her hand still under her body.

"I am not giving these to you. You know it, I know it. Heck everyone in the world knows this. Either you manhandle me, when I am already in so much pain or you sit down beside me, hold me while I read these. They are for me, hai na?" I don't reply. She continues, "then let me read these." Knowing how difficult she can be over this, I just let it be and take a seat down. She's never letting these go, might as well just get this over with.

"You're never coming back here ever again, as your punishment." I tell her when she gets up and brings the letters at the front. "Cute." That's her reply as she looks at the dates and opens the first one.

"How unethical you are na? Going through someone's personal things without his permission. What did they even teach you in college?" I try to take her mind off this.

"Fashion. They taught me fashion." She looks at me, gives me one hell of a sarcastic smile and goes back to un-sealing the letter. Waheguru, mehr kari.

"Aapko meri kasam, no word till I finish reading all of these" She says before starting to read, my heart thumps loudly in my chest already knowing what's in there. These are the five letters I wrote for her each birthday in the last five years.

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16th November

Happy Birthday Shea. You're finally 18, the day you've been waiting since you were 11 has arrived. You happy, Ahaa? You should be. I--We love when your lips are stretched into biggest smiles. The whole family has been over the moon since last week. Your father is arranging for karah prashad today. Both the mothers are going to animal shelters. Zia and Advik are going to orphanages and old age homes with Dadu. Everyone super excited, I hope and pray you are too. College is not hard on you na? You're taking good care of yourself, na? Dadu is so ready to take your class on your next weekly call, Kashish Aunty informed him that you moved to the dorms. But I am happy to hear that, I know how much you've yearned to live in dorms one time in this life.

Everyone misses you here. Your parents, Dadu, my parents, our siblings... and I. I think the hardest part for all of us have been not being good enough to get a goodbye. We are still trying to get used to the silence. The silence that used to be noisy with your roaring and screeching every morning getting ready for school or complaining about Advik and I to Dadu or not liking the dinner menu. And it's not just about the sound, that one empty chair at both the dining tables misses you. Your scent has started to fade from your bedroom. The house help cleaned up your room last month for the first time since you left and your father burst into tears and yelled at her because now your scent was replaced by the disinfectant, and she had washed your used bedsheets and clothes that were scattered all over the bed. Dadu hasn't picked up the guitar or sang any song since you left. Zia eats alone at the college cafeteria. It's been six months, and she has not made a single friend. She didn't even go to that concert she was planning to go since ages. Advik? He rarely comes out of his room. He stopped playing basketball or going to meet Falak. He even tried to break up with her, when she tried to help him. You didn't leave alone Shea. You took everything with you, and we are left in the silence. The lower ones don't complain anymore. Why would they? Our dancers stopped dancing and the music system is now covered with a white cloth.

Nothing is same, Shea. Life seems dull without you. Everyone looks at me with pity-full eyes. I miss you, Shea. I miss our stupid fights. Our banters. Our stupid jokes. Advik misses his little one. Zia misses her ride or die. She misses the stupid gossips you gave her. Everyone misses you and we all are desperately waiting for you to visit on your vacation. You're coming in June na? Everyone's looking forward to that. I'll explain everything to you then. I didn't do anything, Shea. Maine kuch nahi kia, waheguru di sau, or main prove kar dunga tujhe ye. Please aaja.

Yours and only yours,
Shai.

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With shivering fingers and her eyes never meeting mine, she keeps the letter aside with the paper now completely tear soaked. She never looks up, not once and the tears never stop. And I can't do anything but see her go through this alone, even when I am right beside her. She opens the next one.

"Shea, we will do this tomorrow. Aaj ke liye ek kaafi hai." I move my hand to take it away, she slaps my hand away. "kasam di na maine aapko." That shuts me up pretty quick. Ye or iski kasame! Kya sikha dia Dadu aapne isko. She already had so many things to blackmail me, now this?

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16th November

Happy Birthday Ahaana. How was 18? Are you excited for 19. Hope this year makes you wiser considering last one didn't really do anything. Your family waited so many months for June and what did you give them? A message saying, 'Dad I can't visit. I am taking up summer internship.' That's what you do with the people who love you with their heart and soul? When did you become so heartless? You just picked up everything and left? Giving up on all of us? Why are you punishing your parents? Or anyone for that matter? I wasn't cheating, I was helping someone in need. Something my parents would have expected from me. Because they raised me to be someone like that. I have a sister; I know and clearly understand the feeling. I wasn't making out with her on the road, I was giving her my shirt because her dress ripped.

But how can I ever tell you this if you never make an effort to come or hear me out. I have tried to give you all the time, but my patience is waning. It won't be long before I give up on us too. And I hope and pray that gives me the strength you come out of the airport next time so I can slap some sense into your head.

Are you even listening to what I am saying? I miss you. I fucking miss you, you spoiled princess. I miss you chattering my ears off. Pleaseeee. I need you to shout to your loudest and turn me deaf. I miss you, Shea. I miss you so fucking much. Happy birthday yaar. Aaja na yaar! Aisa lagta hai agar iss baar nahi aai, toh haar jaunga main. Khud se or tujh se.

Happy 19th, Shea. Can't wait to see you. Hope you're taking care of yourself.

Yours,
Sahil.

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16th November

Happy birthday. Wishing you all the success and great future because you give no fucks about anything else. Hope you achieve whatever that you're working so hard for, that you can't even manage to call your best friend on her fucking birthday or any day for that matter. And lets not talk about family and relations or I am going to lose my mind. I am so tired of caring about you. Of praying for you. Of trying to keep faith. And always pleading on your behalf. I just want to let go. Let go and never look back just like you did so easily.

I get that you were hurt but so much so that you can't even show us your face? It's been two and half years. Why are you so stubborn? You seriously believe what you saw? Ask you heart, Ahaana. Ask you fucking heart once and it will give you all the answers. I did nothing! I don't think you have ever missed someone so much that even the thought of them makes you bawl your eyes out! It fucking sucks that the only person who could have made this better is the one is the reason of all the fiasco.

Happy fucking birthday, Ahaana Mehrotra. No more tears for you, because I didn't lose you or gave up on you. You did that for the both of us and now I am finally ready to accept that.

I deserved a chance at explaining myself. I deserved a better goodbye then my sister telling me crying, "she left bhai. She left."

Sahil Sahdev.

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"Okay. That's enough." I pluck the last two letters from her fingers, she goes to snatch them back, but I stand up and raise my hand up, to keep them away from her. she stands up and jumps for my hand but then she hisses and bends down to her waist with her hand over her lower abdomen. 'Shea." I yell and hold her; she lets out a painful moan again. She lies down on the floor, curled up.

I put her head over my knee and cup her face. "Here." I hand the letters to her. Might as well just have her beat the shit out of me than see her in pain. She looks in my eyes, when I nod, she starts unsealing the letters.

"This might be the right time to tell you that these two letters were after Dadu passed away, and I had put on my 'asshole of the century' suit." I say, she doesn't reply and just opens the letter. I facepalm.

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16th November

Happy birthday. Fuck you for leaving me when I needed you the most! I hope you fall face first into every fountain you come across for all the eternity!

Sahil.

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16th November

Nothing... just never ever come back. I am for good done with you and your entire fucking existence. Good-fucking-bye, Ahaana Mehrotra.

S.S

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I was petrified of what might be her reaction, but a smile stretches over my own face when she chuckles with her nose still blocked from all the crying. When she goes to pick up the notepad, I beat her to it. "Shayari hai... phir kabhi." She looks up at me with a pout, I don't let it affect me and gather her in my arms.

"Do... do you think you can ever forgive me?" She whispers when I am walking her towards the bed. I place her on it and sit down on the floor kneeled beside her. "I already did, baby. Remember?" I kiss her head.

"But it was for these two years... what about the other three years? Are we ever going to talk about all the emotional trauma that we both carry or just move on and ignore this? I don' think that is a healthy start to any relationship or marriage." She turns sideways, cupping face with one hand. I kiss her palm.

"Emotional trauma or not. I am getting married to you. There's no one for me but you." I say as sweetly as possible. "I can't do this, Sahil. Not like this. When I know how much I have hurt you... I want us to be able to speak about all that." She turns her head away, looking away. A tear trails down her nose and to the other side of the face. I keep my finger at her chin and bring her face back to me.

"Why can't we just move on? Haven't we already had enough? What is the need to scratch old wounds? Ho gya na sab? What matters is at the end we are together." I try to make her understand, she shakes her head in negative and gets into a sitting position. I get up from the floor and sit in front of her, holding her hands between my own. Frustration growing with each passing.

I don't want to talk about past. I hate those five years with everything in me and whenever we talk about that, it just infuriates the hell out of me. And I despise fighting or shouting on her, which I know will positively happen. Because as much as I have come to realize how hard life was there for her and what all she has been through, my heart cannot let go what I have been through. Both of us would be alright and not so broken if only she had decided to stay back and hear me out for fuck's sake.

I grind my molars together and stand up from the bed and start pacing in the room to turn the flames in me down. Sahil, she's already in pain. Let it be. You can talk about this once you're married. Get some help and start afresh. She's hurting. She has been through hel--

"And so have I!" I burst out.

"So have I, Ahaana. I was hurt too. I have been through much worse here. I had to look into your family's pained faces and know that directly or indirectly I am causing them this. That their daughter is seas away because of me!" He roars, loudly, my heart beats against my chest harshly. I don't say anything. Having nothing and not even wanting to. Letting him get everything off his chest. Since we both need this before starting our new life.

"I know it was hard for you. But you fucking chose that hard. I know about your insecurities but did I ever, ever do anything to make you believe that I could ever hurt you, even unknowingly? Did I ever give you a single fucking reason to not believe me? You were hurt, I was there to hold you. You cried; I wiped your tears away. You were angry, I let you take it out on me. You were scared, I held you. I was there, every step of the way since you were a day old. I was always there for you. Caring about you. Looking over you. Even when your father tried to come in between, I still found my way to you, I came crawling to you. I did every fucking thing to make you believe in me and what did you do? You fucking left me. I felt it was as if you had left me at the altar. Do you know how many days it took me to even come out of the room after you left? Do you know how many times I watched you father and mother walking in the garden late night and crying in each other's arms? Do you know how many times I saw my grandfather look at your picture on his nightstand with tears in eyes? They were all broken but most of all Advik, Suhana and me. Because we spent our entire life caring about you and then one day, we had nothing to do. Nothing. We didn't know how to continue our daily lives since ours revolved around you." His nostrils flares in anger as he stands in front of me with his hands on his waist and his eyes almost teary. His throat dries off with all the harsh shouting. His voice comes out muffled but still rough when he continues...

"No one told us to go call you for dinner. No one asked us to take you on walks. No one asked us to make sure you took the medicine. No one asked us to make sure anyone wasn't bothering her. No one asked us to make sure you had all your meals, and you didn't pass out. No one asked us to be a step behind you if you ever fall down. No one told us anything and we didn't know what to do because we never found anything to do with our time other than care for you.

"You took away the laughter of the family. The happy humming of our mother while they cooked meals for us together. We stopped having dinners together because that empty chair was hard to look at. You took away our fathers bantering because you used to start a rift between them. You took away my grandfather's smile and his songs. The songs he only sang for you and Zia after Dadi Maa passed away. He even stopped singing for Zia and she stopped playing her guitar. You took away Advik and I siding to tease you and Suhana. You took away everything in a blink! You turned us all strangers in our fucking homes." I bite the inside of my cheeks as tears pours out of both our eyes, his anger subsiding but the pain stays the same in his eyes slapping reality in my face over and over again. I clench my jaw to not cry out and make him forget about all this.

His breathes loud and harsh. We both continue looking at each other face with tears pouring out on our faces, for some time and then he reaches for me, and I do the same. Pulling him to my chest and crying in each other's arms. "I am sorry." I whisper to him, he shakes his head in no, still hidden.

"Please. No. I just... I just needed to let it out." He murmurs back, his throat sore from all the yelling. He moves his body coming over me fully and hiding in my chest. "Just hold me." And I do that. I hold my man close to my heart as he calms down himself.

"I have nothing else to say other than apologizing Shai. I know what I have done. But now I wish to be a better person, I have changed Shai. I know I have lost and made you guys cry for me a lot and nothing I say or do can make that better, but I promise to be a better person. A better daughter. A better wife, friend, sister and daughter in law. I can't change the past... but I fully take responsibility of the future. I promise to be the best." I bring his face up from my chest and cup his cheeks. He shakes his head in negative.

"I don't want the best of you, Shea. If I wanted that I would have searched for any other fake girl all these years. I want you, with all your flaws and imperfection. With your anger at the tip of your nose. Your snarky comments. Your sarcasm. Your eye rolls. Your constant taunts and name calling and weird curses. I want the Shea I have grown up with and not a fake version she's trying to be because she's feeling guilty. I just want you to promise to never give up on us ever again. I want you to promise to love and hold me this same way after we have fights. I want you to listen to me before you let the devils inside your head win. I want you to come straight to me, slap me if you want, but talk to me before believing anything you see or hear. I want you to always choose me before your insecurities and fears. Because I promise to remove them all. I promise to fight all your inner and outer demons for you. I promise to choose you every day forever from this day on." He joins our foreheads together. I take his lips in mine.

"I promise. I promise to love and cherish you. I promise to listen to you before I let my fear drown me. I promise to be your Shea. The one you've wanted and loved all your life." I tell him after the smooch, his eyes narrow. "Love what? Who said that?" I whine, he chuckles.

"Ghar chalein?" He asks, I shake my head in negative. "It's 6 in the evening. Everyone already left." He says. I just hug him tighter. "Ghar hi toh jana hai.. chal lenge. Let me hold you." I push his head back on my chest. "You're just trying to soothe the pain in your breast." He whispers, I ignore him but relax when his hand softly moves on my breast. They do be really hurting a lot today with all the period thingy going.