"Swami? Swami, wake up!" Khushi, with a veil over her head, shakes her husband from his sleep.

They've been married for a month and a half now and Khushi's sankiness hasn't changed yet. Anjali had given her a perfect idea.

Love!

Now she will see how doesn't he get irritated by her.

Arnav, who slept off working on a project turns his face away as he heard the faint voice of his wife.

"Swami-ji!" Khushi whispers it in his ears and he sits up jerking.

"Swami-ji, subah ki iss mangal bela me, ye garma garam chai ka pyala, hum aapko arpan karte hai, Swami! " Khushi, in her pure Hindi, talks to her contract-husband, keeping a cup of sugarless tea in front of his face, literally. Swami was literally an emotion on her face.

(Swami, in the good time of this morning, I serve you your cup of hot tea, Swami!)

"What? Arnav frowns up at her.

"Chai, Swami. Tea. Sugarless Tea! You'll drink it, na, Swami?"

(Tea, Swami. Tea. Sugarless Tea! You'll drink it, na, Swami?)

"Who the hell is Swami?" A frown was intact on his face. He stands up.

"Aap, aur kon. Humare pati paremashwar!" Khushi blushes.

(You, who else.  My dear husband!)

"Ye kya naya drama hai," Arnav grits his teeth.

(What's this new drama?)

"Naya nahi, ye show toh kaafi time se chal raha hai. Usme Gopi bhi aise hi karti hai, toh hamne socha-" Khushi, faking a blush, hides her face with her veil and turns her back to him, "-Saath Nibhana Sathiya!"

("Not a new one, this show was running from a long time. Gopi in that serial used to do the same, so I thought-" Khushi, faking a blush, hides her face with her veil and turns her back to him, "-Saath Nibhana Sathiya!")

"What the!" Arnav widens his eyes.

Did she become crazy?

"Saath Nibhana whatever. Me tumhari Drama ki baat kar rahi hu." Arnav turns her around, angry at the so-called respect she's giving him.

(Saath Nibhana or whatever. I'm talking about your Drama.)

"Kya Swami-ji, aap-" Khushi was about to complain, like a typical Indian wife when she was cut off.

(What Swami, you-)

"Don't call me that," he glares at her.

"Achha! Aapko pasand nahi, koi baat nahi. I'm sorry!" she suddenly falls on his legs, crying dramatically, making Arnav jump in behind.

(Okay! You didn't like it? It's okay. I'm sorry!)

"What the hell are you doing, Khushi?" he lifts her up, his hands on her arms, his chocolate eyes still glaring at her.

"Darling, sweetheart bolke toh bhula hi sakte na?" she wipes her tears, sniffling again and again. All thanks to the 20 pieces of Onions she murdered.

("I can call you Janu, Sweetheart, can't I?")

To be continued...,

Swami - Lord/master, the title of respect!

Sankiness - craziness

Saath Nibhana Saathiya- A Hindi Drama, meaning stand by me, my beloved.

Janu - Beloved/Darling!