Aashna's pov:

We came back from Bali after another week.

I did not tell my parents about my engagement because my mom might disown me after that and dad would just be disappointed.

About that post, it has been 3 months, it's april now and people seem to finally accept that Shubman might actually love me.

Under that post, there were thousands of comments. And a million varieties of it.

First of all, were Shubman's friends, family and colleagues who congratulated him and followed me instantly.

Then came the sweet reactions of hus fans who were really happy for us.

Then came the shubsara lovers who compared me with his ex.

Then came those who said that Shubman belongs to them😭

And there were those comments who said that I looked ugly and disgusting.....uhhh I don't, do I?

But the no. Of those comments was way less....thanks to that note Shubman left at the end.

Shubman saved me from all that shit as it was starting to get to my head.

He bought a land in Chandigarh. Where our new personal house will be built. Only for the two of us!

Flashback*

"Ok guys! Please don't tell me ki tum log shaadi ke baad hamare ghar pe rahoge...you need another place to lice in!" Shahneel di said as we were sitting in the flight.

"Haan....I've thought about this and mujhe lagta he ki this is the best options considering the situation with mom." Shubman said to her.

"Are you ok with this?" I asked him.

"Why?" He said confused.

"I mean...dekho, tumhe apni mamma ke bina rehne ki aadat nhi he, aur ik ki kahin na kahin, tumhe bura feel to hoga hi move out karke...so I was thinking that......you don't need to do this because of me. And what will u tell your mom, that you're moving out because of me?" I said to him.

"You are right! But we need time to o ourselves...and I've remained away for too long to get used to it...I'll be fine. Baby, we need space, aur wese bhi it is pretty obvious for me to move out after marriage." He said.

"So we will be going to live alone huh? Like you and me. Just." I blushed and looked down.

"Uh huh....just you and me." He whispered and we heard a throat being cleared.

"Discuss guys! Yeh sab karne ke liye hi ghar banana he, yeh baad me bhi ho sakta he, abhi ghar ki conditions discuss kar lo!" Shahneel di said.

"She's right!" I said.

"So let's start with you....tumhe kya chahiye ghar me?" He asked me.

"Are you really asking me?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Of course babe, tumhara ghar tumse puchh ke nhi banayenge to fir? Now tell me what you want?" He said making me smile.

"I want.......a double story closet, a modular kitchen, a pool, a double height ka living room, huge bedroom, a fireplace,a huge frontyard, a little vanity room connected to my closet....and.....tumhe kya chahiye?" I asked him when I saw him smiling at my excitement.

"Mujhe bas pool chahiye, to chill, and bedroom chahiye aur usme tum chahiyo,...to fuck." I widen my eyes on his boldness and blush.

"Mummy toh bahana he, isey to bas tu aur ek khali bedroom chahiye, aur privacy, isliye chahiye separate ghar!" Shahneel di said.

Flashback ends*

Anyways.....today is our two year anniversary and when I called Shubman a few minutes ago, he said that he had entered Agra, so I just have to wait for him to ring the doorbell. I have changed my clothes and wore something pretty and did light makeup. I leave my long hair down.

( I wore this)

I'm so excited, we haven't been able to really meet after the trip to Bali. I haven't actually met anyone since then, it's just me and......me.

Btw, did I show you my ring?
(Alright, so I really forgot that I did or not?)
Here is it:

It's a rose gold ring with a huge rock.

I never take it off, no matter what.
It's really upto the mark, I often find myself staring at it and getting lost in it's beauty, but the fact that it is a mark of Shubman's love just makes it so much more beautiful.

I hear the doorbell ring and I run to recieve him....ik it's him.

I open my door and all I see is a pair of hands holding a huge rose bouquet.
I can't see his face but I know that it's Shubman. I know him too well.

*clears throat*

"I love the flowers but are you going to show your face? Muh dikhai kr lain aapki?" I said and heard him snickering.

He removes the flowers from his face to reveal himself, he is so pretty....

There he is, with open arms, he has a little beard growing but it's pretty little.

(That's what he's wearing)

I throw myself into his arms and he embraces me with so much love that I can feel it radiate off him.

"Ohhh Shub, kitne din ho gye." I said and he hums out a growl and pushes me back into the house.

He closed the door behind him and held my face to kiss me.

"Happy 2 years baby!" I said as we separated.

"Happy 2 years meri jaan!" He said and leaned in for another kiss.

"Accha yk, it's really a surprise ki tum aa gye!" I said.

"Aana toh tha hi, I can't miss it for the world!" He said.

"But baby, with the IPL and all, I think you should've taken rest, thak jaoge toh fir kheloge kese?" I said being genuinely concerned for him.

"Shhh, the match is not for another 5 days, so it's ok." He said.

I smile as he tucks a hair strand behind my ear.

I make him sit and give him a glass of water.

"Kya chahiye tumhe? Chai ya coffee ya fir kuchh aur?" I shout from my kitchen and I find him coming to the kitchen and walking over to the sink, washing the glass of water that he just drank from.

"Shubman! Leave it! Kya kar rhe ho?" I try to interrupt but he raises a finger and I stop.

He walks over to me and traps me with his hands on the counter, either side of me.

I lean a bit back.

"I think that...2 saalon me toh hamari shaadi ho jaani chahiye thi, and we're still not married, I haven't even met your parents and you haven't even met mine." He said.

"Haan....achanak se tumhe yeh baat kese yaad aa gyi? I mean I agree but....out of context..." I said a little shocked.

"Marry me?" He asked me.

"We are gonna get married, like we are engaged yk?" I said.

"No! Like...right now!" He said a little ambitiously.

"What? Par abhi toh tumne bola ki we haven't even met each other's parents, shubman?" I said.

"Ik but....I don't want to wait anymore." He said.

"Ok...but-" he cuts me off.

"Do you want to?" He asked me looking directly in my eyes.

"I do, but I was saying that-" he cuts me off again.

"Do you really want to?" He said.

"Yeh kesa question he, of course Shubman, tumse nhi toh kisse karungi?" I said.

"So...we're getting married and that's final!" He said and stepped back.

"Hamare paas pandit nhi he, aur na hi mangalsutra ya fir koi-"

"Sindoor he?" He asked me.

"Haan, mandir me hoga." I tell him.

"That's enough!" He said.

He drags me to the mandir of my home and asks me for the sindoor.

I search the drawers of the cabinet and he leaves the space. Is this really happening, oh my god, this is surreal.

I mean....why is Shubman so desparate to get married to me. I'm just a normal girl. Is something going on? (Daal me kuchh kala he kya?)

But he loves me, and I love him so where is the problem. Maybe it's the unsurity that I have about other factors. Like people's judgements.

This is not how I want to get married. I want pictures, I want pretty photoshoots, dresses, lehengas, makeup, the ambience, I want those cringe rituals that we do. I want a typical wedding, not this, but I think this is what's happening.

Shubman comes back a moment later with a box in his hands.

"What is that?" I ask him out of curiosity.

"This was a gift for u on our anniversary but I think that we're gonna use it as a mangalsutra now."

He opens the box to reveal a golden necklace with our initials while I stand with the sindoor box in my hands.

He picked up the necklace and placed it on my bare neck. He moved my hair and hooks it coming closer to me. With his breath fanning on me causing me to close my eyes and a lump forming in my throat.

Then he takes a pinch of the sindoor and brings up his hand to my hair. Then he fills up my hair partition with the sindoor, a little bit of it falls on my nose and I blink not realising that a tear drop fell from my right eye.

I look up at him and blink to see that he's looking directly in my eyes.

His eyes hold an emotion that I can't explain in words. Like a sunflower who's looking at the sun for the last time. Or a puppy at the shelter that looks at people with hopes of getting adopted.

We remain silent for a moment.

"Kya hua?" He whispered.

I shake my head no as I think that I'll cry if I speak.

I swallow the feeling of being overwhelmed.

"Wh-why did you do that?" I ask him, my voice breaking.

"What did I do?" He asked turning his expression innocent and pouting a little.

"Marry me." I said.

"Marry you? Because I wanted to.....marry you." He said stating the obvious.

"I mean....kyu karna chahte the mujhse shaadi?" I asked him.

"Arey!? I love you so much, so why not?" He said a little taken aback.

I hug him and cry a little while he holds me by my shoulders.

"Ohh Shub!!" I cry a little more.

"What happened, aren't you happy with this?" He said holding my cheeks.

"I am....I'm so happy..."

"So stop crying baby, I hate it when you cry!" He said wiping my tears with his thumb.

"But I wanted to get married in a palace.....and I wanted to wear a lehenga, and I wanted to get pretty and have a million pictures of us!!" I said.

"You're crying....because of that?" He said.

"No....but-"

"Don't worry.....This was not official, it's just personal. Between you and me." He said with raised eyebrows.

"So now what?" I asked him.

"Now....parents se milenge." He told me.

"And tell them about this?" I asked.

"No....it's just between you and me!" He said.

"You're right, bata bhi nhi sakte, mine would kill me!" I said.

"And mine would kill me!" He said back and we both broke out into a laugh.

"For the world, we are in a relationship but for us, you're my wife." He said.

It sounds like a dream.

"I'm your wife..." I said and giggled.

I quickly turned towards the idol of Krishn ji and and joined my hands and close my eyes to pray.

I pray for his well being. I pray that we never get separated from each other. But then I pray that he's always happy, with me or not. I know that whatever God decides will happen and whatever will happen is for the good but I can only pray. If God doesn't want us to spend our life together then so shall it be. But I hope Krishn ji keeps Shubman happy.

I open my eyes and see Shubman looking at god with his hands joined.

He looks at me and says.

"I have something else for you too!" He said.

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"Wait a minute." He said and went out of the house just to enter a moment later with a huge soft velvety box in his hand.

I look at it curiously.

"Kya he isme?" I ask him.

He keeps the box on the floor of my mandir and I sut down on my knees with him.

"Are you ready?" She asked me wiggling hus eyebrows.

"No!" I say being scared.

"Arey...just close your eyes." He said.

"Not leaving anything on me!" I warn him.

"I can't, now close your eyes." He said.

I close my eyes and I hear him taking the lid off.

"Open." He said and I opened my eyes.

What I saw made my heart go crazy! I can't believe. Is it possible to love Shubman nore than I already love him. Maybe, but do I love this more than I've ever loved Shubman? Hell yes.

I cover my mouth with my hands and gasp.

Fuck!!! What the hell. Am I dreaming.

"Do you like it?" He asked me.

"Fuckk off are you kidding me?" I said to him and jumped on him making him tumble down and place a hand on the floor to support himself.

"Shubman, you're gonna make me cry again!!" I said.

"Arey yaar please don't start crying, I don't know how to make you stop!" He said and I lightly slapped his cheek.

"Tumhe lagta he tum mere saath esa karoge aur me roungi nhi?" I say with my eyes welling up.

"And first of all don't call him or her it! Ok this is our child, I'm their mom!.....aur haan! Baap banne ke liye congratulations Mr. Shubman Gill, aapki wife ko baby hua he!!" I warn him and he gasps.

"Hamare beech me ye sab kab hua?! Mujhe toh pata hi nhi chala, iska matlab tumne neend me mera galat use kiya he, meri izzat!! Hey bhagwan, me lut gyi, barbaad ho gyi!!" He said dramatically and covers his chest with his hands.

I laugh so hard crying at the same time.....idk how to feel.

I check the gender, it's a boy!

"Mubarak ho, ladka hua he!" I said to Shubman.

I pick him up ever so gently and place him in my one hand and pet him with my other.

I've never felt so maternal in my whole life! I look at him closely.

This thought brings tears to my eyes.

"I've never felt so maternal in my life! My babyyy!!" I kiss his head gently.

"See what happened in one day? We got married and now we have a baby!" He said to me.

"Can I feed him, I swear if I could, I would!" I tell him.

Shubman coughs loudly.

"Leave a little for his dad too if you decide to feed him." He said coming closer to me and I push at his chest scrunching my face.

"Chhee kitne gande ho tum! Fir wahi sex sux ki baatein, mere bacche par bura asar padega esi baaton ka, aur mandir me he ham, bhagwan kya sochenge tumhare baare me?"

"Baby bhagwan ko saari baatein pehle se pta rehti he." He said.

"Chup raho, you are a certified besharm, yk that?" I said to him.

"Oh really? I know you secretly love my dirty talks." He said stating a fact. I do and they often get me wet but I don't show it to him.

"Chup raho, hamara baby so rha he, jag jayega!" I whispered.

"Baby ke liye koi naam socha he?" He asked me.

"What about......Bear? Aur pyaar se munna?" I said.
(Guys, I live the name munna for dogs!)

"Why Bear?" He said.

"Because he's like a cute Bear and it just came up?" I said.

"Wierd name you came up with!" He said raising his eyebrows.

"Hey! Mere motherly instincts ko question mat karo!" I said defensively.

"Ok, ok! Your child, name him whatever you want to!" He says with his hands up.

"Wese do you have a better name?" I ask him.

"I was thinking of something cool like...rambo or maybe boxer, danger, ripper, warrior, something powerful!" He told me and I can't help but plaster a disgusting look on my face.

"Baby! He's not a contestant of WWE or the 100, he's just a friendly neighborhood kid!" I told him.

"Ok you're right, of course, I agree with whatever you want, I know it means alot to you. Ab apni wife ki nhi manunga to aur kiski manunga?" He said and pecked my cheek.

We get up from the mandir and we both go to a particular dog store with Munna sleeping in my arms.

We purchase a shit ton of stuff for him and went home, I didn't take off my sindoor while going out with him, knowing that any known person can easily recognise me as my dad's daughter and tell him but I've lived for so long in fear, now I don't want to.
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It's a bit late, like evening so I wanted to cook for him but he insisted that we both are tired so we should just order something, I fed milk from the bottle to Munna and I've packed him in a cute blanket so he's literally looking like a baby.

"Shubman, how old is he?" I asked him.

"He's just....13 days old." He told me.

"What!? I mean I shouldn't be so surprised kyoki abhi to iski aankhein bhi nhi khuli he but from where did you get him?" I asked him.

"Jugnu got him on my order, he's into this business. And yk what? He is a purebred, with no mixup whatsoever." I nod in understanding.

I put Bear to sleep in his own little bed because he's so tiny I'm scared I'll crush him.

I snuggle into Shubman's arms and he embraces me ever so gently.

"Shubman.....thank you so much, he's the best gift ever!" I said.

"For me too, adopting a dog together...is a huge step in a relationship." He said.

I start to think about the next step. Having sex? Now that we're unofficially married?

"But we skipped a step in between!" I said.

"What would that be?" He asked me.

"Having sex?" I told him making him raise his eyebrows.

"We can go back to that if you want?" He asked me.

"Nhi nhi! I mean...abhi nhi...please?" I ask him keeping my both hands on his chest and sitting up a little.

"Of course! Whenever you want!" He said and pulled me close again.

But I feel bad about gatekeeping hin like that.

"I'm sorry Shub, I know that...as a man, you need sex and I'm just not able to give you that just yet but believe me, we will once we get offically married! And please esa mat sochna ki mujhe tum par trust nhi he, I trust you more than any human but I'm just doing what feels right to me.....I'm sorry." I said looking down and fidgeting with his shirt.

"I know it sucks not being able to have sex when I am so used to fuck every day of the week, but....it's you....so I would wait a million lifetimes for you.....I'm fine." He said.

"How long since you had sex?" I asked him out of curiosity.

"So of course 2 years.....but before that...I met you in December....yeah! Since then!" He tells me thinking and scratching his little beard.

"Wow, milte hi band kar diya?" I asked him.

"Aur nhi toh kya? Lekin haan usse pehle bohot kiya he!" He told me.

"Ajeeb nhi laga, ekdum se band kat dena?" I asked him.

He breathes deeply.

"Shayad tum bhul gyi ho ki mere paas haath he!" He said to me squeezing my hand that he was holding in his.

I remove my hand from his and scrunch up my face in disgust.

"Yeh sab mat batao!" I said to him getting up on my elbows.

"You asked! Aur karne je baad haath toh dhota hi hu na?!" He said in his defence and pulls me close again.

We talk with each other till we finally can't anymore and I sleep so good that I haven't in so many days because of my insomnia. I always sleep so good with him and it's such a good feeling to go to sleep as someone's wife and have your husband at your side.

AUTHOR'S RANT: hey guysss....I'm back with this and please tell me if you liked it....also I love that songg.❤

How are you guys? Are you ok? Well they finally hot married, unofficially but as real as it could get, also you'll have to wait for the smut, be ready for the drama before that, a lot of drama, it has already started!!! I'm so delulu i swear😭

Anyways, I have nicknamed Shubman as 'my expression/drama king' because.....this.

I swear he had so many expressions during a normal chat...🤷🏻‍♀️
That forehead scrunch....uff.

So please comment, I love when you guys comment, and please vote for my story and share it. I love you people.....❤