When I was little, I always waited for my letters of acceptance to Hogwarts school (or maybe an Indian branch, say, Hogwarts Vidyalaya). Over the years, I'd resigned to my fate that nothing was ever going to come, and transferred the fascination towards the guy playing Harry Potter (which I had a better chance of). But now as an adult, I stop my greed and really really wish for the invisibility cloak.

Cos it would be really good to be invisible right now.

"What plans do you both have for your future?" My father asked the both of us, Rudhra and I. The same question had been asked five minutes prior, by Rudhra's mother, who was closely inspecting us with an invisible magnifying glass.

"None. We have no plans at all." Rudhra said. "Although we were talking about going to that new amusement park "

Our new age ideas of not having 'plans' made the staunch adults in the room exasperate and click their tongues in annoyance. They all looked down on us like we were ingrained in the carpet or something.

"Son, not the amusement park, which sounds like a good idea. He was asking about your professional and personal plans for the future." Rudhra's mother said, slowly, stressing out each syllable a second too long, probably out of fear that we wouldn't understand her words. I wanted to die.

"We are still thinking about a lot of things. So please, give your guidance and some time, please." I said, trying out a carefully worded diplomatic statement. However it only brought about an avalanche of more statements like 'tsk,tsk, you've never asked for such things, so why would you say that now?'

Rudhra whispered to me. "Yeah, I too, really don't want their guidance either."

This devil didn't have an ounce of tact. Well, I didn't have it either. But, at least, I was trying.

"Help me, Rudhra. Show your gallantry in real life, and not just video games." I said, provoking him by saying two things that riled him up the most. If those couldn't make him do something, nothing would.

In response, his eyes sparkled and he had that familiar grin on his face that signalled he was going to say something stupid to the point of no return and cause brain damage to everyone who heard it. I mentally punched myself for doing it. If I could have the superpower of closing my ears on will, I'd do that right now.

"Please have pity on us." He said, in his most innocent voice.

 Huh?

"Please, give permission for our love. We'd be really happy if you do so." He continued. This was his strategy? If nothing else remains, use desperation.

Apparently, his horrible acting touched everyone, the sight of a six foot guy with burly muscles made everyone vulnerable. Everyone broke into a hearty laugh and congratulated us, which I wouldn't even have dreamt of, five minutes prior. I didn't know if his acting was that great, or our relatives were this sensitive and sympathising.

Anyway, all's well that ends well, and somehow we were given permission to court(even though we would have done it if hadn't been given otherwise) and Rudhra was now welcomed into my family. And I was welcomed to his family. His mother didn't share his horribleness to his extent, which was a very welcome fact.

"Once again, I've proved my manliness." Rudhra said, as we strolled along the road.

"Huh? You say 'once'. When did you do it before?" I asked, confused.

"Every single time." He winked, and I made a retching sound.

"Well, you looked very handsome." I said. His grin inflated along with his ego.

"Really?"

"You looked very handsome begging. If there was a competition for 'who looks the best while begging' you'd definitely win the consolation prize." I said.

"But you'd win none."

"I don't think I want to." I said.

He had an amused expression now. "I'll do whatever it takes to get approval for us, even if it amounts to begging." My heart thumped at that. Being with Rudhra meant that you get your heart beat faster for horribly weird but cute (in a way) statements like this. Though I'd never, ever admit it out aloud. So I usually said the same thing in return.

"What an embarrassing thing to say!"

His amusement became more apparent and he held my hands even tighter. "You'll take back on your words when you miss me."

"Huh?"

"I am going to Ooty for a photo shoot tomorrow. I'll be back, but only after four days." He said. This was an unexpected information. And I dreaded the thought of being apart from him. But me, being me, said only the opposite.

"Yayy. Freedom." I said.

"How rude." He said.

"Yes. And I am going to make lots of yummy things and not share it with anyone!" I said, the idea suddenly enticing me all of a sudden. If he was away, then I should put my mind to more productive use- like making food and eating.

I helped him pack his bag, for he had to leave very early in the morning. He looked at me in the eye as though we were in a challenge, for we were in a challenge. He stared at me with hypnotising eyes to utter the three magic words 'I miss you' but I'd never give in to him. The tug of war continued until it was almost time for him to leave as the cab had arrived.

"Do you have anything to say?" He asked me.

"Yes. Have a safe journey." I said,

"Anything else that you want to say?" He asked.

"Bring chocolates." I said.

"Anything else?"

"Bath sometimes."

He looked defeated. Finally, with a huff of breath, he gave up. "Bye. I'll see you soon. I'll miss you very much."

I realised the importance of his existence only after he left, for I began missing him with every possible minute. I couldn't believe that I missed Rudhra more than I'd think. I made fried rice for myself and that didn't deflect me from thinking about Rudhra. Being with Rudhra was more fun than anything in the whole entire world. It was then I got a message from him.

'What doing?'

I finally had the courage to say everything that had been on my mind for the whole day. Someday, I'd gather the courage to say it in person.

'Rudhra, I miss you very very much. I know I should have said it before, but I've never said it before, and panicked very much. But I promise you that I won't refrain from saying it anymore. I've never felt this way before. I love you very much. Please come back soon.'

His response was immediate.

'Hahahaha. Messaged to warn you to not make anything delicious in my absence. LOL'

Omg!! What had I done! I should have never done it! I should have never given in! The cellphone buzzed for another message from him.

'Screenshotted.'

That pretty much sealed my fate.

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Author's Note:

I hope everyone reading this is doing well. 

My intention is to write a light hearted comedy about a couple who are both entirely different and similar. I can assure you that it doesn't have any melodramatic moments. So I really apologize if it doesn't meet your expectations of a normal wattpad story. I say this because there was someone who said that this story was horrible. 

Sams and Rudhra are both people who have their faults but have their own charm (or maybe I am saying this because I am the author :)) He is not an angry, ruthless billionaire, he's just a guy next door, and your average Devil.

Thank you, once again. Everyone still reading this story, I thank you with all my heart and soul for presenting me an opportunity to write. Your suggestions are most welcome.

Brace yourself for the next DD chapter!