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ROOP's POV

"Waqas get up!" I shook his shoulders, annoyed, and he changed his face to the other side before falling back to sleep again.

I don't believe this man!

"Waqas utho na!" I winced, pulling his blanket away. He groaned in his sleep but didn't wake up. I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Ab main paani dalu?" I asked him and he hummed in his sleep. It's funny how he is always fully alert in his sleep but, never wakes up easily.

If I pull his nose now, will he realise? I asked myself as I traced my finger from his temple to the tip of his nose. Iss naak pe kitna gussa rehta hai!

"Uth jao na please!" I shook him again and then looked at his coffee that I had just made. "Wake up or I'll throw this coffee on your face!"

"Aye pagal hai kya?" He sat up, startled, and I smirked at him. "Ho gayi neend poori?"

He glared at me before rolling his eyes, "Roop yaar, aaj chutti hai! Let me sleep!" He lied down again and covered his face with his blanket.

"Haan toh Sara din sona hai Kya? It's almost noon, get up!" I pulled him by his leg until he stopped resisting and stood up. "Freshen up and come out, coffee thandi ho jayegi!"

I pushed him in the bathroom and went out through the glass door. It was starting to get warmer now a days but it still wasn't the kind of summer that I am used to of. Soon, Waqas came out and sat next to me on the cane couch. He stretched his arms and yawned as I poured hot coffee for him.

"Why are we sitting here today?" He asked me and I shrugged. "Just 'cause I want to."

"Acha? What else do you want?" He asked, taking a sip from his mug.

"Nothing really. Just choti choti moments main bari bari khushiyaan Aur yaadien. Bohot sari!" I sighed, smiling wide and looked at him. Maybe it was just a rhetorical question but, oh well. He smiled down at the mug and I waited for him to say something.

"Banda jhoothe mooh tareef hi kar deta hai," I scoffed, shaking my head. He raised an eyebrow at me before widening his eyes. He realised.

"Oh I am so sorry yaar," he shook his head in disbelief and looked up at me again, "this is... This is terrible. I mean, I usually ignore the taste while drinking it but this one is just gross!"

My lips parted involuntarily at his comment as he took another sip. I narrowed my eyes at him, giving him a chance to change his statement. He just shrugged and continued drinking.

"If it's that bad then give it to me!" I grabbed the mug and tried snatching it. He pulled it with equal force, causing the mug to tilt. Hot liquid slipped down my hand and I instantly dropped the mug.

"Oh shit! My mug, yaar!" Waqas complained, looking down at it while I constantly blew on my hand to cool down the burning sensation. Unbelievable, he cares about that mug more!

"First thorns and now coffee, what do you want from my life?" I got up, irritated, and he looked up at me, confused. He frowned at me for a moment before widening his eyes.

"Your hand," he gasped, holding it in his warm ones. I yanked his hand away and ran inside to the bathroom. I kept my hand under the cold water and sighed. It takes one second to burn and ten minutes to cool down. Once I was done, I carefully dried my hand and went outside. It wasn't that red so that was a good sign but, it was still stinging.

Waqas looked up at me; he sat at the foot of the bed. I looked away and sighed seeing the mess outside. I wanted to spend some time with him but guess what, I ruined it. Kya zaroorat thi mug cheen'ne ki?

I went out of the Room to get the dustpan and the mop before going out to the balcony to clean the mess. Thankfully it wasn't glass so it was much easier.

I saw his shadow making its way towards me but I chose not to address it and continued with what I was doing. "Roo—"

"Don't Waqas, it's ok. Really," I sighed, "sorry for ruining your mornings with my coffee."

Gosh, I sound so cranky!

Nahi aayi coffee pasand toh Nahi aayi; I was the silly one waking up every morning before him so he could start his day with coffee.

"I was just—" I stood up, cutting him off, and walked past him with the dustpan in my hand.

"Listen to me yaar!" I felt his hand on my elbow as he turned me around. I gasped when the dustpan fell from my hand, shattering all the big pieces of the mug. I released a puff of air and bent down to clean the mess.

"I'll clean it!" Waqas pulled my arm again, stopping me midway. "Show me your hand first." Instead, I pulled it out of his grip and walked inside the room. The burning sensation was still there.

"Please?" He insisted and I plopped down on the bed, sighing loudly. "Mera Haath, Nahi dikhana Mujhe.... zabardasti hai?"

Despite my words, I didn't fight when he slid his hand under mine to lift it up. "Does it hurt?" He asked, looking down at it.

"Nahi, haath jalne par aaj tak kisse dard Hua hai? No one," I smiled sarcastically. From the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at me.

"Hey, are you crying?" He asked all of a sudden and I shook my head. "Nahi, main Bohot khush hoon!"

"Tch Roop...." He sighed. I gulped when his warm fingers brushed under my eyes, wiping the tears that I didn't even know were there.

"I am sorry yaar, I—"

"Oww!" I winced, cutting him off and pulled my hand near my face to blow on it. I realised there was something white on it and looked at Waqas. He had a tube in his hand and some cream on his right hand's fingers too.

"Thora sa dard hoga," he sighed before taking my hand in his' again.

"It's not even much, don't bother with that," I tried pulling my hand out of his hand but, his grip grew tighter and he shook his head. "You have got pretty hands, lets try and keep them that way."

"Bari fikar hai?" I blurted, absentmindedly. He chuckled, shaking his head and chose not to say anything. I watched him silently as he softly blew on my hand while applying the cream. It covered the back of my hand completely; even the areas that weren't burnt.

"Aise mooh banati ho na, toh gaal kheenchne ka dil karta hai," he chuckled, obviously looking at my frowned eyebrows and swollen cheeks.

"Toh kheench Lo," I offered him, disinterested, and he nodded. "I will but let's get you stuffed first. I'd rather pull some fluffy cheeks."

"You know I'd cook for you but I can't be bothered looking after some ungrateful people," I retorted and He chuckled again. I stood up and walked out of the room, straight to the kitchen. Who am I kidding? Obviously I am going to cook.

"Oh Masterchef, you are not cooking," His voice followed me until two seconds later he appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh please, it's my kitchen, you can't tell me what to do here," I narrowed my eyes at him. He stared at me for a few moments before smirking, "Wah, such a wife material."

"I wish I could say the same for you," I flipped my hair at his comment and gave him a fake smile.

"You can't say that about me anyway," he shrugged, "I am a guy, remember?"

"Whatever," I snorted and pulled out a pot to boil potatoes.

"Husband material toh bol hi sakti ho, naak nichi naheen ho jaayegi tumhari," he widened his eyes in disbelief and I turned away to hide my grin. My eyes fell on the roses in the glass and I smiled at them. I was irritated for some reason and now this man is going to make me laugh without even trying.

"You wish!" I shrugged and turned on the gas stove. He sighed behind me again, "I mean it, you are not cooking."

I chose to ignore him and filled the pot with water before placing it on the stove. "Tum maanogi nahi na?" He asked from behind and I shook my head as 'no.' Suddenly Waqas walked around me, making me frown. He bent down a little and before I knew it, my feet weren't even touching the ground. He lifted me up and took a couple of steps forward. The cold bench top touched my hips before he place me on it.

"What are you doing?" I gasped as he pulled away. He just shrugged in response, "I am only trying to avoid the rat kill you might mix in my food for calling your coffee gross."

I punched him in response and scowled at him but then I remembered the first time I was going to make coffee for him. He had the same thing to me before turning off the stove and taking me out on a date instead. Well, not really a date but, you can call it that. Jo bhi tha, it was fun.

"Ow! You really think you can punch me, Han?" His chuckle brought me back to the reality, "itni kamzor si ho."

"Acha?" I asked him before punching his chest again. He chuckled at my fail attempt and I released a puff of air, annoyed.

"You are too soft, Meri Jaan," Meri Jaan? "Like cotton— Rui! Tujhse toh tinka tak na hile," He laughed and I looked away, giggling. I couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Someone's blushing!" He nudged me and I rolled my eyes, trying to look cool. "Oh please— I am not!"

"You know when someone has feelings for someone, they are allowed to blush," his whispered made me widen my eyes. What was I even thinking last night! I looked up instantly and found him standing right in front of me; only a couple of inches away. He smiled genuinely and I tried hard to mirror it; but I couldn't do it because an annoying grin was threatening to pop out any second and I had to hold it in.

"Then I'll wait for the day when you will blush for me too," I managed to utter and bit my bottom lips. "Yeah, me too," he replied in a soft whisper, looking into my eyes. I managed to smile and just then, He stepped away a little, clearing his throat.

"Pancakes, waffles or just eggs?" He asked and I raised my eyebrow. What?

"That's all I can make," he shrugged and I slowly nodded. "Just eggs will do."

"Right," he smiled, "pancakes it is!"

"Arey—"

"Oh ho Roopwanti, gimme a chance to do some khaatirdaari too," he winked, beating me in the argument. I giggled as I agreed to sit there and watch him cook for us.

A few burnt pancakes later, we were sitting on the dining table. I laughed at him for looking so exhausted by just making six perfect pancakes and a dozen burnt ones. How does this man even manage to work on the sets for over twelve hours almost every day?

"You know it's quite impressive that you cooked," I told him as I took I bite, "with what Nosh told me, I never expected you to."

"Woh sirf baisti hi kar sakti hai Meri," Waqas rolled his eyes and I shook my head. "Point!"

Someone rang the doorbell and Waqas groaned before standing up. I chuckled as he went to open it, only to reveal the definition of hotness!

"Siddharth!" I squealed, instantly getting up from my chair. He looked over from Waqas' shoulder as Waqas turned to face me.

"Oh hello! I was really hoping to see you again!" Siddharth smiled at me as he pushed past Waqas and made his way towards me. I held the edge of the table, trying not to faint. Gahh, that handsome face!

He stopped and looked back Waqas, "waise, I am here to invite you two for my movie's success party. Aap dono Ko aana hai, it's on our building's terrace. Just a small gathering for friends."

"Sounds great!" I grinned at him and he nodded as his eyes travelled to the table. "We were just having breakfast, join us?"

"Ah, some other time, I am on a strict diet so I can't ditch it. But you two enjoy, sorry for interrupting your breakfast." He smiled and jis speed se aaya tha, ussi se wapis chala gaya.

"Oh madam, Kuch toh Sharam karlo. Husband saamne khara hai," Waqas said as he came back to the table and touched my chin. He pushed it up, closing my mouth that I didn't even know was open.

"Jab aise jealous hote ho na, toh gal kheenchne Ka dil karta hai," I stuck my tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes, focusing on his plate. "Jealous and me? Please !" He retorted, and I bit back my grin.

It's just the beginning, Waqas. Abhi sirf andar Ka husband jal raha hai toh yeh haal hai.

Haye!

***

"Just pick a movie Roop, we will watch whatever you want!" Waqas groaned, repeating his question again, and my answer remained the same. "Hundred percent sure?"

"I am not talking French, Roop!" He rolled his eyes at me, making me giggle. I went to his study and began looking for some good movies.

Hassi toh phassi.

Ek villain.

Student of the year.

"Great choice Roop!" I praised myself and went outside again. "Here!" I handed him the DVDs and waited for him to explode.

Waqas instantly stood up from the couch and frowned at the three plastic boxes in front of him. "I thought your choice was better but tu rehn de!"

"But these are my favourite and we were gonna watch my faves remember?" I pouted at him, blocking his way. He sighed and took his glasses off. Haye, pehne rehte, kinne toh cute Hein!

"I thought your choice was good!"

"My choice is good!" I gasped, and he raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Sach main! Bas aaj Mujhe uski yaad aa rahi hai, that's all." I slowly rocked back and forth, batting my eyelashes at him.

"Toh uske ghar Ja kar hi Beth ja," he mumbled, shaking his head. I think it was not supposed to be loud enough for me to hear. Oh well.

I heard the microwave beeping, indicating that the popcorns were ready.

"Aise bin bulaye? Woh pyaaaaaar Se invite kare toh jaau bhi, uff!" I stretched the word 'pyaar' and saw him rolling his eyes at the TV. Khadoos. I ran to the kitchen before he had a chance to say anything and poured the popcorns into a plastic bowl. Grabbing the cans of soda, I went outside again, and found him snuggling into my fluffy blanket.

"Hato! This is mine!" I kept down the things on the coffee table and pulled my blanket. He pulled it with equal force but, with only one hand while I was using both.

"Ab Meri ho gayi," he shrugged, holding the end of it so casually. I snorted as I tried pulling on my blanket again, "this is mine! Buy one for yourself oye!"

"Technically I bought it, I pay the credit card bills, remember?" I narrowed my eyes at him for his comment. Just when I lost my grip, he tugged on the blanket again. A gasp escaped from my lips as I lost my balance and stumbled forward, falling on him. Way to embarrass myself! My eyes fluttered shut in fear and stayed like that until I felt his hands on arms.

"Zinda ho," he whispered and I instantly opened my eyes. His face was so close to me that I could see the difference between his eye colour and pupils. A small, nervous smiled played on his lips, forming small wrinkled on either side of them. I so wanted to raise my hand and caress them but, I had a feeling that he would freak out.nHaye, itne paas ho kar bhi itne door!

Ab bas background main violins, chiffon sarees, hill station Aur thori hawa Ki zaroorat hai.

"Roop?"

Bahon ke darmiyan, Do pyaar mil—

"Roop!" Waqas shook me out of my embarrassing day dreams and I struggled to pull away, stumbling my way over to the empty side of the couch.

"Rakh lein, aap bhi Kya yaad karenge, hmm," I snorted, "bohot ghamand hai na paiso ka? Main nikli bechari gareeb."

I Brought my knees closer to my chest as I fixed myself in the small space available. I could feel his eyes on me but, I tried not to look conscious. I picked up the popcorn bowl and began munching on them while Waqas got busy, putting on a movie which obviously he chose. No way he would pick any of Siddharth's.

"Shah Rukh? Nahi yaar!" I winced when My Name Is Khan came up, "I don't like him."

"Rehn de, Watch some real stars now. Nautanki Bohot dekh li!" He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Oh hello, my Siddharth is a star! Ok?" I snapped at him.

"My, Haan?" Waqas raised his eyebrows at me in amusement, "Wah biwi... Bara pyaar aa raha hai uspe?"

"Toh aap kyun jal rahe Hein. Rakhiyein apne paiso se layi hui blanket," I sneered, looking away. Something touched my legs and I looked down at it, only to find my blanket all curled up in a ball. "Rakh Lo, tum bhi Kya yaad karogi," Waqas mimicked my tone but then he chuckled. I frowned, seeing him laughing at me. What even?

I sighed as I spread the blanket, covering his legs too without saying anything. He snuggled into it again before starting the movie and I scrolled through my phone, bored. I have already watched this movie a hundred times. I am so done with it.

"Waqas, how many times have you watched This movie?" I asked him and yawned at the end. My eyes were going out of focus; gosh this movie made me want to sleep and it's only afternoon.

"I lost count, you?" He asked, his eyes glued to the screen. I rolled my eyes; wow! We are really using his day off productively. Note the sarcasm.

"Same I guess," I yawned again and finished my can of soda. Looking down at the popcorn bowl, I realised I left nothing in there for him. Chucking it on the table, I pushed myself deeper into the couch. I'd rather sleep.

Suddenly Waqas' arm felt quite tempting as It reminded me of Mr Bennie. Slightly changing my position, I shifted closer to him and glanced at his arm again. I can keep my head on it right? He can't even throw water at me now.

Gussa hue toh sorry Bol dungi, I smiled internally and closed my eyes before dropping my head on his shoulder. He shifted slightly and I gladly made myself comfortable. Moments passed and I suddenly felt something rubbing on my shoulder but, I was too lazy to figure anything out. I could just sleep for months like this.

WAQAS' POV

Pagal! She really thinks I don't realise when she stares at me like a creeper or that right now she is not exactly sleeping? If she must do all this, she might as well polish her acting skills. I chuckled as she snuggled closer.

I pulled up the blanket to her shoulders and took a closer look of her hand. It was still quite red. I shouldn't have pulled the mug too harshly. I sighed and slipped my hand behind her back, wrapping it around her shoulder.

'News flash! I have feelings for my husband.'

'I am here because I want to be!'

'I'll wait for the day when you will blush for me too!'

I smiled to myself as her words rang in my head, muting all the noise coming from the TV. Someone cares, someone wants to be with me. Someone I need to learn to value. I ran a hand through my hair and looked down at the sleeping figure who now had her head on my lap. I didn't even realised when she ended up there.

Looking back at the tv, I chose to switch it off and get her to bed. It wasn't that late or anything but by the looks of it, I guess she did fall asleep after all. Maybe she was just tired after almost bankrupting me yesterday.

"Roop?" I called her name softly. She hmmed in response but, didn't wake up. "Roop?" I called her again but received the same reply.

"Chalo, let's go sleep inside?" I threaded my fingers In her soft hair. How are they even this perfectly soft?

"Aye Roopwanti! Uth na!" I shook her slightly, hoping for her to at least react to the name. She yanked my hand away and wrapped her arm around my knee. Aise koi sota? Pagal. I awkwardly slid away from her and rested her head on the sofa before standing up. I covered her with her blanket and decided to leave her there until She wakes up.

Nahi yaar, that couch will end up giving her a back ache, it's so not comfortable. A voice whispered inside my head and I tried to shake it off.

Who cares? She will be fine.

Bari nazuk si hai, Das din tak roti rahegi.

I finally gave up and kept my hands on my hips. Fir Se paani daal ke uthau yah— Nahi, paani Nahi..

Why do I even care? Ugh!

Groaning at the voices inside my own head, I bent down a little and slipped my arms under Roop's back and knees. Khaate peete ghar Ki hai, yeh pata tha. Par kitna khaati hai Woh aaj jana!

Bas kamre tak pohochne se pehle na mar jaun! I prayed internally as I walked towards our room. While I struggled with each step, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and rested her head on my chest. If she is lying even now, then I am killing her with my own bare hands tonight!

"I need to start gym again!" I told myself as I kept her down on the bed and dropped beside her, panting. My eyes widened when she suddenly turned around and wrapped her arm around my torso, keeping her head on my chest.

"You are so....." She mumbled something in her sleep that I didn't quite catch. I frowned, Trying to think what it could be. Idiot? Pagal? Mean?

Kya yaar! Kuch acha bhi toh Bol sakti hai!

Nice bolna hoga! I am sure.

I sighed and shook her shoulder, "I am what?"

"Lemme sleep!" She groaned all of a sudden, shifting up a little. I turned my head away from her when she rested her's in the crook of my neck. Her hair smelled of strawberry for some reason.

"You smell so nice...." She whispered, still in her sleep. Maybe you are talking about your own hair, madam.

I looked at her and sighed as I brushed her hair away from her face. Ab Uss Siddharth Ko bole personal pillow ban kar dikhaye.. Aaya bara ... Hmph!

"I love you mr Bennie," she mumbled near my ear and her breath fanned my cheek, tickling me. She giggled, running her nose against my jaw. I shot up my eyebrows in amusement and stared at the ceiling.

Mr. Bennie? Ab yeh kaun naya Banda aaya hai?

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