As if a programmed processor was instilled on red scorching sun, it made it's presence at exact time. I stirs and flickers my eyes by the disturbance. Frowning, I turn to my left and hide my face on the soft pillow which seems extra soft today. I felt a warm caress on my scalp.

"Wake up sleepy head."

"What the! Am I sleepy head?." I open my eyes and found myself against a soft skin. All the happenings of yesterday, came rushes to my memory.

After years, I got my happiness yesterday, all for myself. I got my Khushi. After months of treatment, after months of depression I am all fit and fine now.

"Daydreaming ah?"

I look up at the voice and found her smiling at me with tinge of blush and serene adorned her face. She feels complete like me.

"Why would I dream when I've my reality." I whispers hoarsely and buries myself on her neck again.

"Get up sleepyhead. I've to do morning Pooja and need to cook something special as it's my first day after marriage." She complains pushing me away from her. I refuses to budge and locks her inbetween my empty arms.

"It's not your new home that you've to do all those rituals. It was always your home and the kitchen was always yours. So there's no need to do it for courtesy."

She pouts instigating me to ravish her. Before I give her a sweet peck, she starts to blabber.

"I am not doing it for courtesy arnavji. It's my right. I want to cook for my family. I want to celebrate my first day after marriage. Your business brain will not understand all this laadgovernor."

"You look beautiful." I adorn her early morning beauty without any makeup. My fingers strokes her fair skin on her cheeks which are turning hot by passing minute.

"Don't... speak cheesy dialogues Raizada. It doesn't suit you." She stutters as I lowers my head down to her level.

"It's only reserved for you Mrs. Raizada."

She cupped my cheeks and strokes gently "I can't believe we're here after all the hate, misunderstandings, separation."

"Because our LOVE is stronger than anything."

"I never thought you would change like this." Khushi exclaims.

"How?"

"You look more like my prince charming, I dreamed off. You know back then when you're in hospital, I almost shouted at jiji when she pointed your flaws. I challenged her, you'll learn from your mistakes. She didn't trust that. It's only after seeing you coming out of depression and your genuine apologies, she trusted you. I am so proud of you arnavji. Trust me, even I had the same doubt. Somewhere I feared, what if you go back to your earlier behaviour. But.. our LOVE safeguarded everything. You didn't let me down. In fact you done all the marriage rituals with our loved one's blessings. I am so happy arnavji."

"I never believed the fact of you marrying other man. Trust me, even after my treatment I can't believe you married him. You give my place to another man. I just wished to strangle him. Lucky guy, he never came before me." I let out a dry laugh remembering the sad moments when Khushi revealed how she married another man and why she left him for me.

"Sorry arnavji. It's stupid of me."

"You deserve punishment for that."

"What? You'll punish me laadgovernor. It's our first day after marriage and you're ready to punish me." Pouts she.

"Yes. You dare to let another man to tie mangalsutra." Saying this, I lean dangerously and tickles her. She wiggle beneath my arms as I nuzzled her neck and tickles her simultaneously. Her precious laughter filled my ears. Life wouldn't be euphoric more than this.

"St..op. it.. arnavji." She cries amidst of the tickles. First time, I made her cry out of happiness. I patted myself mentally.

I stop my act seeing the tears rolling down her eyes and she's trying to control her laughter.

"You..."

Before I could predict her actions, she rolled me and pins me down beneath her.

"What... th.e!" I stutters as her fingers trailing sensually from my forehead and down to eyes and to cheeks and stops at my lips.

I blinks my eyes noticing the sudden playfulness on her eyes.

"Stay glued to the bed Raizada. That's your punishment for messing up with me."

And she stood up abruptly. It took few seconds to comprehend that my hands are tied to the headpost with her dupatta. What the! When did it happened?

"Khushi.." I shouts wiggling and she giggled at my state standing at the bathroom door with only my shirt on, presenting a tempting posture.

Third person POv

"Khushiji I am sorry. Everything was because of me. If I were..." Anjali apologize standing beside khushi in the kitchen.

"No no di, please don't blame yourself. Everyone is at fault. Let's forget the past and better we move on." Khushi assures Anjali with a smile. Anjali hugs her sending thanks to God for sending an angel in their lives.

"Shall I help you?"

"No no di. Today kitchen is my charge. No one has right to interfere in it." Khushi warns sternly with smile on her face.

"Ok baba..."
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Breakfast completed in hustle bustle as the happiness knocked in shantivan after long time. Khushi didn't missed to please her family especially her husband who was throwing daggers at her. Afterall, she was bound to face ASR wrath after tied him to the bed.

"We're here to take khushi for pagphere rasam." Buaji breaks the silence after exchanging pleasantries.

Khushi beams in joy and looks at Arnav for reaction. He didn't shows any and was happy to complete the ritual.

Khushi felt strange but nonetheless she didn't ponder over it. She's too excited to go to her maternal home.

"I'll drop you home buaji." Arnav says.

Buaji accepts willingly with a warm smile.
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For whole day khushi didn't even got call from Arnav. She got suspicious after he refuses to take her back home. He send the car with his trusted driver.

"Hpji Is arnavji in home?" She asks when she spots him at garden.

"Woh.. yes bhabhi. He's here." He replies not meeting her directly as if he's hiding something.

Khushi noted mentally and tiptoed to the house. She roams her eyes around the living room. He was not there. Frowning she was about to climb up the stairs only to stop by hearing strange noises from kitchen.

She creeps towards the kitchen and peeks from outside. Her mouth flung open and eyes widen like saucers.

There Arnav is standing in front of the gas stove with apron on, having flour coated cheeks. She further looks ahead and found him circling the batter bag hurriedly into the hot oil pan.

She inches closer to him and gasps seeing the batter.

"Khushi..." He looks at her in shock and then avert his eyes to the stove. He had mission to complete.

"Wait for few minutes." He requests apologetically.

She shakes her head and creeps behind him, and stood circling her arms around his waist and keeps her head against his back.

"Why are you troubling yourself?" She asks in concern seeing the amount of sweat his body is producing. Evidently he never have been without AC or fan, but here he's standing in kitchen sweating for hours from when only he knows.

"I thought I can finish this before you arrives. But... Jalebi's burnt." He replies in regret and eyed the burnt Jalebi's on the counter.

Khushi places her lips against his fabric and presses her head against his back.

"This is why you didn't come to pick me. Where's everyone? Didn't anyone help you?"

"I send them for a movie. Afterall these moments are private and I want to keep it that way. But this stupid ja.. sh... This sweet Jalebi's are not coming properly. I am trying this from noon. Dammit." He mutters at the end in annoyance.

Khushi grins at his surprise of making Jalebi's for her. What more she want? The arrogant, sharp tongue laadgovernor who hates the mere sight of her was now preparing her favourite just to make her happy. She's in cloud nine, to say understatement.

She breaks the hug and tucks her pallu inside her skirt. Arnav whines at the loss of contact.

She held his fist from behind and guides him to push the batter in perfect shape. Arnav engrossed in her than preparing her favourite. Her instructions fell in deaf ear.

He in trance bend down and places a noisy kiss on her silky skin. Her cheeks turns lateritious red in no time.

"Arnavji..." She whines cutely.

He presses his two petals on her other cheek. She hid herself on his shoulder blushing beetroot red.

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"Love isn't about going on dates, giving presents, marrying and other pleasures but accepting their partner with their FLAWS too. Small or large we've to change it with love not by anger or separation." A person from the two pair of eyes seeing the scene whispers.

"Right, it isn't only about trust but all other factors. We never realised the meaning of love Aakashji." Another pair, his wife whispers back.

"It's our time to accept eachother flaws Payal, like THEM." Aakash points the couple in kitchen who was immersed in their love to notice the audience.

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Officially this ends here. Hope you enjoyed this little piece.

Thank you everyone for all your love. This is the first story I finished in jet speed 😁

Anddddd by all love I am going to continue this flawed series like Second Love series.

The next flawed book will start by end of July or mid August  Hopefully, I finish atleast half of my other stories by then. Here I am releasing the cover.

Able to guess anything?

STAY TUNED!