Aashna's pov:

It's my second and last day here and I feel so good just being there with the fam. They are incredible people, they never made me feel out of place or awkward and treated me like family.

"Oye ashu!" Shahneel day calls out for me while making an omlette.

"Haan di?" I say while cutting up the veggies.

"Kisi pados wali aunty ne tujhe aate huye toh nhi dekha?" She asks me.

"Idk about them par mene toh nhi dekha kisi ko, wese kyu?" I ask her.

"Arey mammi se maze maze me chugli karne aa jayengi, saari pados wali aunty esi hi he, filhal toh meri shaadi karwane ke peeche padi huyi he...." she tells me.

"I literally hate this type of people, like just move on......!!" I say in an accent.

Shubman comes into the kitchen rubbing his eyes and still on the stool.

"Uth gya? Jab se iske matches khatam huye he, hamesha late uth ta he." She makes a face and tells me.

"Koi baat nhi na di? Thode din toh chalta he, par don't keep this on?" I give those eyes to Shubman so that I don't seem to be rude.

"Mene subah subah tv to on nhi kr diya na?" He says.

"TV toh band he!" Shahneel di says.

"Nhi mtlb 2 matao ke pravachan se sunai de rhe the, isliye mujhe lga....." he says and Shahneel di slaps him across his cheek, not that hard tho-.

"Acchu baatein to pravachan hi lagti he isko!" She tells me.

Shubman gets up and starts heating milk for himself.

"Arey tum betho me kar deti hu!" I try to take the container from him.

"Kr lunga me!" He says.

"Shubman! Zubaan mt ladao, betho chup chap!" I playfully shout at him.

We engage in a playful banter and the morning passes away before I realise it.

"Chalo yaar kucch mazedaar karte he sab bore ho rhe he!!" Jugnu says boringly.

"Oye truth aur dare khelte he!" Shahneel di suggests.

Shubman jumps to his feet.

"Me abhi aata hu bottle lekr!" He says while running into hus room.

"Ghar me drinks allowed he? I mean mere ghar me to he par mujhe lga nhi tha aapke me hongi!" I say to shahneel di.

"Allowed he....kabhi kabhi lakr peena bacchon ko pr shubhi ke room me hamne pura hidden bar bana rakha he, jab bhi man krta he wahi chali jaati hun!" She laughs at her own thing.

Shubman comes back with a glass bottle and we start the round. Shahneel di spins the bottle and it lands on her only.

"Khud gaddha khod ke usi me gir gyi!!!" The boys start cracking up badly.

"Areyyy yaaar, fuck it!" Shahneel di curses.

I glare towards them.

"Truth or dare." Shubman asks her.

"Truth!" She says fearlessly.

"Chal bta tune first time porn kab dekha tha?" He asks her.

Omg this game is non veg, I have to be careful.

"15 years, cyber cafe...." She sighs and says.

"Yaayyyy, aane de mammi ko!" Shahneel di widens her eyes.

She spins the bottle again.

It lands on me this time.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth." I say timidly.

"First time you masturbated??" Shahneel di asks me.

"What!?, ok.......so I was 15 and......it felt good!" I say and they all laugh.

We spin the bottle again. It stops on me again....ugghhh.

"Truth!" I announce before someone asks.

"No. of guys you've had sex with?" Shahneel di asks me.

"Shahneel!! Bas kr yaar, it's too much!" Shubman warns her.

"It's just a game!" She says.

"It's ok guys, I'm fine with it!" I say preventing any further bad engagements.

"Sooo.....the number is.....zero!" I say with a bright smile.

Shahneel di looks at me in disbelief while Shubman's expression is unreadable but he's looking at me with his mouth open.

"Hamari sanskari bhabhi!!" Jassi says.

"Esa nhi he.....it's just....mile toh bohot but....fir bhi koi nhi mila." I tell the truth.

"Ok fine, enough with the sexx suxx ki baatein, ab me karungi spin!" I say and spin the bottle, it stopsat Shubman who is still silent after my virginity reveal.

"Finally!! I was waiting for this!!" Jugnu says rubbing his hands together.

"Dare." Shubman says proudly.

"I dare you to" he looks at me, "give bhabhi a hickey on her neck!" He says.

"Wow!!! That's like my bhai!!!" Shahneel di shouts.

"Accepted, are you fine with this?" He says with a smirk.

"Only one! And I have concealer!" I say, kinda wanting to feel what it's like.

He comes closer from across me and I feel his breath on my neck, his lips linger there, on the curve of my neck near the collarbone before attaching themselves to my skin and start sucking there.

Everyone is silent including me. I feel my body get heated up.

As he starts to suck, I close my eyes and my heart starts to beat fast against my chest. I start to breath heavily but hold my breath on realising that it could turn into a moan at any moment.

After sucking for a whole good minute, he pulls himself apart, slightly out of breath and his face a bit red. As he pulls apart, he takes a few strands of my long hair with him which I pull back.

I feel his little saliva on my neck and Shahneel di removes my hair to see it nicely, after a while, it went quite dark and was now easily noticeable by everyone.

"Wahh, tu toh chhupa rustom nikla, ek minute me itna dark lovebite, nice!" Shahneel di praises him and he just feel his smirk on me.

"Meri skin aur body is sensitive so mujhe bruising jaldi ho jati he, isme iski koi galti nhi he!" I smirk back.

"Sachi? Me to is gadhe ko kya soch rhi thi.?" Shahneel di mocks Shubman.

Our day was filled with laughters of joys and jokes.

It's nighttime and me and Shubman are situated in his bed, watching the mummy(1999) and eating chocolate ice cream because I was craving it so badly.

When the movie got over, we turn the lights out and like yesterday, I nuzzle my head in Shubman's neck and he engulfs me in a warm and complete embrace.

I feel so complete right now, it feels nothing but right to spend my eternity with this man.

But from the morning today, I can't help but notice that I'm having.....belly cramps?

I doubt it's my period but I don't know for sure because it has always troubled me with it's irregularities owing to my PCOD.

I however ignore the mild cramps and concentrate on the feeling of Shubman's heart beating under my hand that's on his chest.

It's like a lullaby, it's the song, it's the cure to my insomnia, the cure to alot of my problems probably lately.

I run my hands through his hair and he moans huskily.

"You're a virgin?" He suddenly asks.

"Mm hmm, is it bad?" I ask him and he opens his tired eyes to look at me.

"Nuh huh! It's just.....I've....never met someone like you! I guess that's why you were uncomfortable with my dirty jokes......I'm so sorry, I didn't know that you were... I mean, every girl loves my dirty jokes but you flip me off everytime I make one and I fucking love you for it, for all of it!" He says still holding me tight and looking into my eyes in the little light coming from the moonlight entering the balcony.

"Shub......why do you love me...I mean I know that I'm hard to love....but-"

"Don't you ever say that again! At least not in front of me!"

"You have never treated me like everyone else does. And yes I admit it hurt my ego a little at the start when you didn't know me but I guess you literally showed me to be a normal person, a better man. And not just that, now that you know who I am, my social status, you still treat me the same way. You are like.....the calm to my crazy and the crazy to my calm...if you know what I mean?" He utters each and every word with patience and intellect.

"Now, why do you love me?" He asked me.

"I love you.....because.....you have showed me the most beautiful time of my life, you showed me that I was worth it, you made me realise that...maybe after all this, I could be loved, hard but not impossible....you loved me when I needed to be loved, held me when I was needed to be held, you kissed my scars like they are your own. And.....you love me like I'm your own...." I say in a soft but girly tone compared to his husky one.

"That's right......you are my own...I love you..." he says and tightens his grip around my waist.

"I love you so much more!" I kiss his chin.

"I think maybe you should shave! You have a little stuble." I tell him.

"Tomorrow morning meri jaan!" He says and I drift off to sleep after a while of listening to his deep breaths.

Shubman's pov:

I wake up a bit early, around 8, and see my baby sleeping so peacefully next to me with her face squished up my bicep and her lips forming a cute little pout.

She could sleep for a lifetime and I would stay here beside her just to keep watching her.

I feel the urge to pee and get up subtly to use the washroom so that she doesn't wake up and I'm successful. She stirs a bit and stills again.

As I come out of the washroom I can't help but notice her cute little plumpy butt, that she has out, pointing upwards and and hugging her hands to herself. Typical girls' sleeping position.

But I notice something on her PJs.

A little stain of red liquid? Blood? Period!

Ok so what should I do now? I'm not embarrassed but I know that she will be once she gets to know she stained the sheets.

I think I should make her know that's its OK and make her feel comfortable with this thing. Yeah! Let's do that for starters.

I walk towards her side and sit down on bed, I lean into her and kiss her cheek lightly hugging her by the waist and combing her hair with my fingers.

She slowly opens her eyes and smile at the sight of me. I instantly smile on watching her smile.

"Good morning my baby!!" She wraps her up hands aroundmy neck and I lean into her and keep hugging her for a moment.

"Accha babe? I need to tell you something." I lift my head to find her blinking in unawareness.

"Don't be ashamed or...embarrassed but....I think you started your period..."

She widens her eyes and gasps and tries to get up with a jolt but I slowly push her back down.

"And...its ok, it's completely fine, aaram se uth jao, go and clean up and...change....tumhare kapde washer me daal dunga and koi tension ki baat nhi he, please please be comfortable!" I try to comfort her.

"Ek minute....ok toh isliye cramps ho rhe the puri raat......shit!!! Did I stain the bedsheet??!!" She lifts herself up and gets out of the bed to see a little red stain on her side of our bed.

"Arey yaar!! I'm so sorry Shubman...I'll wash it, or wait! I'll buy you a new one!....god this is so embarrassing!!!" She hides her face in her hands, I walk over to her and hug her with my arms around her shoulder.

"Why are you embarrassed? It's normal baby! It's not your fault! And mujhse kesi sharm? I have grown up with an elder sister and a mother! Haan kabhi pads nhi khareede par...ik what happens....so just don't worry about it...OK?" I lift her hands to find that her face has gone completely red and hot. She looks down and nods.

"Just...give me some time?" She says and walks towards her luggage pulling her hoodie down to hide her stain. And bends down to grab a pad, a clean pair of pants and underwear and all her shower supplies and quickly and disappears in the bathroom without looking back at me.

I change the sheets and put them in the laundry area to wash them later.

She comes back in the room with her one hand on her stomach and holding her clothes with the other.

I walk over to her and extend my hand to take her clothes.

"Kya kar rhe ho?" She says moving them away.

"Kapde de do, machine me daal dunga!" She just squints her eyes at me.

"Mujhe batao kahan he, me daalti hu!" She says.

"Arey koi baat nhi tum beth jao aaram se I'll do it." I say and she takes a deep breath.

"Shubman, ye gande kapde he, stained, with blood, my period blood, so you don't...have to. Aren't you grossed out?" She says.

"Toh kya hua? I'm not grossed out, it's your blood, I'm not grossed out!" I snatch her clothes and throw them in the washer.

She keeps on standing at the same position looking at me blinking.

"Kya hua?" I ask her raising my eyebrows.

She smiles and looks at me with her adorable big eyes and shakes her head no.

But I get it that she's silently saying that she loves me and I reply by smiling back and walking over to her and kissing her forehead.

"Should we eat something....or you wanna sleep more?" I ask her while holding her cheeks.

"Nhi....aaj wese bhi.....I have to go back to Agra and....my flight is at 4 so I'll have to leave till 3 and I just want to....spend some time with you guys." She says and squeezes me hiding her face in my chest.

We spend the rest of the day with so much affection and pda and my cousins were funnily enough grossed out by us.

When it's time for her to go, I secretly put a few chocolates for her cramps in her handbag for the flight while she is in the room getting herself and her stuff ready.

She comes out of the room wearing a comfortable co ord set dragging her bag with her, I quickly take it out of her hand and we all walk her to my car.

I put her bag at the back seat and take the car out on the road.

She is bidding goodbyes to my sister and jugnu and jassi who will also be leaving today.

She hugs them all one last time and i open the door for her to sit down in the car.

She drive away from my house to the Airport.

"Shubman, ham kab milenge ab?" She says with a pout and sad doe eyes.

"Don't give me those eyes, I'm driving!" I say softly.

"Mmmmmm...." she cries with her eyes shut and I pull over to a side.

I see her nose go red and tears squeeze out of her eyes.

"Arey mera baccha....shhhh..... itna sad?" I hugged her and I felt my chest get wet by her tears.

"Koi nhi, mil lenge, whenever we want to, Agra itna bhi dur nhi he, tu jab bulayegi me aa jaunga, ese nhi krte, you're gonna ruin your makeup!" I said and she laughed while crying when I wiped her eyes with a tissue.

"Hormones..." She said and I raise my eyebrows and started driving again.

At the airport, I took out her bags and loaded them in a trolley. And guided it as far as I could, then, I had to kiss her and bid her a farewell. I hugged her for a long time, long enough to leave the imprint of her perfume over my cologne.

I saw her disappear after the security check and waved her bye till she was out of sight.

I pulled my phone out when I hear it ringing...it's my sister.

"Haan dass ki he?" I ask her.

"Oye ghar aaja jaldi se, mummy papa aa gye he. Puchh rhe he tu kahan he?" She said.

"Arey yaar bolde pta nhi, me aata hu abhi." I said and we hang up.

I get home as fast as I can to avoid any suspicions that my mom might have.

She is sitting on the couch and gets up to hug me as she saw me.

She put her arms around my waist and I hug her back.

"Haye mera kaka, kuchh khaya piya subah se ya nhi? Aur kahan chala gya tha tu, huh?" She says into the hug.

"Ek minute! Ye teri shirt me se phoolon wale perfume ki smell kese aa rhi he, tu toh kabhi nhi lagata itni sweet smell?" She sniffs my shirt.

"Arey mummy kya nol rhi ho, I think aap abhi car se utari ho na isliye lag rha he...." I tried to cover my deeds

"Accha? Chal theek he ho sakta he?"

Third pov:

Indian moms are cleanliness freaks, they just can't see their kids' bedrooms and spaces dirty.

Keart, being an indian housewife, went into Shubman's bedroom in the evening to see if it was clean.

Shubman was chilling in the living room playing FIFA PlayStation with Shahneel.

Everything seemed clean. She entered the bathroom and was shocked to smell a tinge of sweetness of feminine products. But she took it to be a misunderstanding and convinced herself that she was overthinking, her son wouldn't bring his girlfriend in her house in her absence.

She cleared the sheets a little and what did she find on the pillow? A few hair strands, a brown coloured hair, could it be Shahneel, she thought, but why would she sleep in his bed? And Shahneel did not have such long hair, hers was shoulder length, so the owner of this hair strand must have ling hair that surely went down to her butt.

But she moved on.

She then went to his laundry area like usual and saw that there was a bedsheet in the bag that needed to be washed but it looked clean enough. And Shubman just never changes bedsheets on his own, she always did that for him due to his lack of knowledge of household chores.

She picked it up and checked to see what was dirty. And then she saw it....a reddish brown spot on the ivory cover. As a woman, she recognised it to be blood.

What happened?! Did Shubman get hurt!? Is he ok?! Her dear son!

A millions of uncertain questions ran through her mind and she found her feet moving out of his room to find if her was ok? But then she stopped.

She hated doubting her son but right now, he was giving her every reason to doubt him.

She quickly went to the bathroon and opened the dustbin and found what she had been secretly expecting.

A used sanitary napkin. And today, that wasn't just a pad, it was a reward for her smart mind. An alibi.

She fumed in anger and rushed in the washer to get the bedsheet, she picked it up and rushed madly to where her kids were chilling. Eyes wide and breathing heavily, she threw the vedsheet at Shubman.

"Mummy ye aap ky-"

"KI HE AE?? KISKA HE?" She screamed at him.

"Arey wo mera he!" Shubman said in a hurry swallowing hus saliva.

She was his mother, and she knew he was lying.

"Accha? Toh dustbin me pdha pad bhi tera hovega? Aur pillow pe baal bhi tera hovega? Hena?" She said in the regular loud voice.

"Mummy......wo-"

"Mummy, mera tha....haan mera tha!" Shahneel tried to rescue him.

"Tu pad kabse use karan lagi? Aur tere baal achanak se 2 foot badh gye?"
She shuts her up.

"KON AAYA THA? CHUP CHAP BATA DO TUM DONO!!" She screams.

"Rab di sonh agar wo Australia wali hui na mene baat ni karni tujhse kadi-"

Shubman takes a deep breath and decides that it's finally time to take a stand for the woman he loved.

"Uska naam Aashna he aur haan wahi thi!" He saus defiantly.

Shubman's dad also comes to the scene probably hearing the rucus.

"Kya hua tussi kyu chilla rhi he?" He asks cluelessly.

"Haye bhagwan bacchon ko ek din chhod ke gaye aur ye bin pucche bin bataye uss ladki ko le aaya kl ko ese hi kisi airi gairi ladki ko bahu bana ke le aayega to hamara to satyanash hi ho jayega!!" She cries holding her forehead.

"Mummy bohot ho gya aapka, ab mujhe control karna chhod do!!!" Shubman joins his hands in front of his mom.

"Me bass itna chahti hun ki tu hame acchi bahu la kr dede aur tu hame bass dukhi kiya jaa rha he, sahi he, kal ki aayi ladki maa baap se upar ho gyi tere liye!" She starts crying.

"Mummy, saaf saaf keh rha hun, pyaar he mujhe usse aur shaadi bhi meri usi se hogi, iss ghar ka beta hun to bahu bhi wo banegi, chahe aapko pasand ho ya na ho kyuki usme na pasand krne wala kuchh nhi he!!" Shubman clarifies and storms into his room taking Aashna's blood stained bedsheet with him.

And dialing her number on the lack of a message to see if she reached safely.

AUTHOR'S RANT: hey guyssss!!! Here is a long chapter, sorry for the delay, actually I'm not getting time due to exams drawing nearer.

I hope you enjoyed this, how do u feel about parent drama, are the tropes good? Please tell me what u feel in the comments, and don't forget to vote and share. See you guys.