The moment the sun was up in the sky in all its glory, Abir and Mishti left the Rajvansh Sadan with their bags. And so did Parul. Despite the constant protests from Abir about not wanting to keep her away from her son, Parul had been adamant on going along with them. And there was no counter argument Abir had when she said, "Mei jaanti hu ki tum Mishti ka bahut ache se khyaal rakhoge lekin Mishti ko ek Maa ki zarurat padegi Abir. Tum dono ke liye yeh sab bahut naya hai. Aisi bahut si cheezein hai jinke baare mei tum dono mei se koi kuch nahi jaanta hai. Mei jaanti hu ki aaj ke zamane mei inn sab cheezon ke liye bahut si kitabe hoti hai. Lekin jo ek Maa de sakti hai woh kitabe nahi de paayegi Abir. Aur tum akele kya-kya karoge? Maine aaj tak tumse kuch nahi maanga hai. Aur tum muje apni saheli maante ho na? Toh mujhe apne saath chalne do. Mei tumhari aur Mishti, dono ki madad karna chahti hu." But he agreed only after seeking Mishti's approval. And although he didn't like taking Parul away from the house she had practically spent her life in, a part of him was grateful that there was someone who would be by his and Mishti's side while they experience the most beautiful phase of their lives.

Outside the MishBir house

Abir, Mishti and Parul were standing outside their new home with their suitcases by their sides. Mishti and Parul were left completely awestruck at the sheer beauty of the two-storey bungalow with a small garden that stood in front of them. A surge of exhilaration shot up his veins as he saw the two women admiring the house before he ushered them towards the wooden door. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. He was about to step in when Parul Masi stopped him.

"Ruko Abir," she called out and Abir's and Mishti's brows knitted in confusion as they angled their heads towards her. "Tum aur Mishti pehli baar iss ghar mei kadam rakh rahe ho toh bina aarti kiye andar jaana subh nahi hoga. Tum bas mujhe paanch minute do, mei abhi aarti ki thali taiyaar karke laati hu," she gushed and strode inside with her bag in which she had already kept the components required for the aarti ki thali.

"Lekin yeh mera first time nahi hai Masi," Abir proclaimed but Parul was already out of earshot to hear him. Shaking his head, he turned towards Mishti who was staring at him with her hands on her hips and her eyebrow arched in question.

"Kya matlab yeh tumhara first time nahi hai?" She questioned seriously and Abir lowered his head while scratching it in embarrassment.

"Woh mei pehle bhi yaha aa chuka hu," he whispered awkwardly and lifted his lashes to glance at Mishti. His answer just made her brows crease in further confusion while she waited for him to explain himself. Abir knew she had more than one question about this house and now was his time to come clean to her. He let out a sigh before he began his side of the story. "Maine yeh ghar do mahine pehle lia tha, jab mujhe tumhari injuries.." he trailed off and Mishti's eyes softened as she noticed a hint of desolation in Abir's eyes. She moved closer to Abir and entwined both their hands by his sides. Abir passed her a wobbly smile while Mishti traced soothing circles on the back of his palms. He took in a deep breath and continued, "I wanted to be alone and away. I didn't know how to lie to your face. I didn't know where to go. Tum mera sukoon ho lekin mei tumhare paas aane ki himmat hi nahi kar paata tha. I know mujhe tumhare paas aana chahiye tha lekin mei toh iss world ka sabse bada idiot hu na. Jab tak tumhe khone ka darr mere saamne aake khada nahi ho jaata hai, mujhe toh akal aati hi nahi hai," he condemned himself and a lone teardrop trickled down his cheek. Mishti's heart twisted painfully in her chest and her eyes filled with tears at the sight of Abir's face constricted in pain and remorse. She wiped off the tear with her thumb and wrapped her hands around his waist. He locked his hands around her, nearly crushing her into the warm, hard frame of his body as he hid his face in her neck and closed his eyes in respite while Mishti stroked his back in a comforting manner. After a few seconds, Abir pulled apart, only enough to glimpse at Mishti, their arms around each other's waist, and resumed, "Tab mere ek dost ka randomly phone aaya tha. Baaton-baaton mei usne bataya ki woh Mumbai shift ho raha hai aur usse apna ghar bechana hai. Mujhe aisa laga ki Partner khud mere paas solution lekar aaye hai. Aur maine yeh ghar khareed liya. Kyunki yeh city se thoda dur hai, thoda secluded hai aur mei.." his voice tapered off and he lowered his head in guilt.

"Tum mujhse aur life se bhagna chahte the. Tum woh rajkot mei rehkar nahi kar sakte the kyunki waha ki har jagah tumhe meri yaad dilati thi," she completed for him and touched the side of his face tenderly. Abir lifted his face to bore his remorseful orbs into Mishti's gentle ones. "It's okay Abir. Jo hogaya uske baare mei sochkar hume apna aaj nahi bigadna hai. Aur maine tumse kaha na ki mei tumse naraaz nahi hu. Tumne jo kuch bhi kia, mere liye kia. Aur agar mei tumhari jagah hoti toh shayad mei bhi yeh hi karti. So please stop feeling guilty over it. Mere liye, please?" She pleaded mildly and bereft of words with tearful eyes and a heart surging with a flash flood of emotions, Abir bobbed his head up and down. The corners of Mishti's eyes crinkled due to the scintillating grin that broke out on her face. Her happiness was so contagious that Abir couldn't help a smile from spreading across his face. He pulled her in for a hug and lingeringly kissed her temple in awe. She truly was the gem of his life in every form. Lost in their happy bubble, they didn't realize when Parul Masi had come back with the aarti ki thali. Seeing them all content in each other's arms, she sent a silent prayer for their happiness and did the gesture to remove all kinds of evil eyes cast on them. She cleared her throat to make her presence known and Abir and Mishti jumped away from each other. Mishti focused her gaze on the ground in shyness while Abir coyly smiled at Masi. When Masi signalled him to glance towards Mishti, a teasing glint flickered in his eyes.

"Agar tum aise hi niche dekhti rahogi toh Masi tumhe tilak kaise lagayegi Mishti? He questioned innocently and Mishti's head shot up in his direction. She narrowed her eyes at him before looking back at Masi.

"Dekha Masi! Yeh hamesha mujhe aise hi satata hai," she complained like a 2-year old and feingned sadness.

"Abir! Meri Mishti ko aise pareshaan mat karo," Parul Masi chided playfully and Abir's eyes rounded in shock. Parul Masi stifled her giggles and Mishti let out a laugh at Abir's expressions. She stuck her tongue out at him as he shuffled his gaze between Parul Masi and her.

"Partner, please inn dono se meri raksha karna," he entreated dramatically while looking at the heavens above and Mishti burst out into another round of chuckles.

"Bas karo ab tum dono. Pura din yaha bahar hi khade rehna hai kya? Chalo mujhe jaldi aarti karne do," Parul Masi reproved and they both stood in front of her. She put a tilak on their foreheads, showered them with a few flower petals and did their aarti. She moved aside for them to enter and as soon as Mishti was about to enter the house, Abir swept her off her feet and hauled her up in his arms. She shrieked at his sudden action and instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck. Mishti's eyes widened as soon as she caught sight of Parul Masi and realized their position.

"Mujhe niche utaro Abir," she ordered urgently and motioned her eyes towards Masi. Abir's mouth formed a perfect 'O' as he realized what Mishti meant but he didn't put her down.

"Agar mei Mishti ko aise uthakar ghar mei le aaunga toh aapko koi problem hogi Masi?" He asked instead and Mishti's eyes bugged out of her sockets.

"Nahi Abir. Yeh tumhara ghar hai. Tum jo chaho kar sakte ho," she said softly and Abir smirked at Mishti.

"Suna Mrs. Rajvansh?" He elevated a brow teasingly and Mishti gazed away. He chortled and entered the house with Mishti in his arms. He marched straight to the couch and carefully placed her there. Then he turned towards Parul Masi, who was now standing opposite to him.

"Aur Masi, yeh ghar hamara hai. Aapka, Mishti ka aur mera. Isliye agli baar yeh mat kahiyega ki yeh mera ghar hai," he stated mildly and Parul Masi nodded her head with a smile on her face. Abir beamed at her and Mishti felt a rush of pride fill her heart at her husband's words.

"Mishti thak gayi hogi. Mei uske liye doodh lekar aati hu," she expressed and Abir nodded his head in agreement.

"Aur mei aur Abir boxes kholkar hall ko thoda decorate karte hai," Mishti chirped in.

"No."

"Nahi."

Both Abir and Masi shouted together and Mishti was scared for a moment before she gaped at them.

"Tum koi kaam nahi karne wali ho Mishti. Doctor ne tumhe sirf aur sirf rest karne ke liye kaha hai. Jo bhi kaam hai mei aur Masi karenge. Tum chup chap yaha baithi rahogi," Abir instructed firmly.

"Abir bilkul sahi keh raha hai. Nau mahino tak tumhe jitna ho sake utna aaram karna hai. Baaki ke kaam hote rahenge," Masi supported and Abir gave her a thumbs up. Mishti sulked back in her seat and made a face. Masi left for the kitchen and Abir plopped himself down beside Mishti.

"Abir lekin.."

"Nahi Mishti. Don't even try," he cut Mishti off before she had a chance to put her pleas forward.

"Par Abir.."

"No arguments Mishti," he said sternly as he turned to face her. "Tumne suna tha na doctor ne kya kaha tha. Yeh pregnancy normal pregnancies ki tarah nahi hai. Aur mei koi chance nahi lena chahta hu Mishti. Na hi tumhari health ke saath aur na hi hamare baby ke saath. Isliye please, zidd mat karna. Tum jaanti ho mere liye tumhe naa kehna kitna difficult hai. Aur agar tum baar-baar zidd karogi toh mei mana nahi kar paaunga. I know tum Angry Chorni ho, ek jagah nahi baith sakti ho. Lekin hamare baby ke liye, please maan jaao?" He implored and Mishti nodded her head but Abir didn't miss the streak of gloom that fleeted through her eyes. He let out a breath while moving closer to her and took her hands in his.

"Okay, tum ghar set up karne mei help kar sakti ho," Abir gave in and the smile that spread across Mishti's face could light up the entire world. "Lekin tum woh hi kaam karogi jo baithe baithe ho sakte hai. Deal?" He asked and Mishti vigorously bobbed her head up and down.

"Tum best ho Ajeeb Rajvansh," she claimed delightedly and placed a quick peck on Abir's cheek. Abir was left dumbfounded at her gesture while Mishti giggled like a kid. Just then Masi came back with some milk for Mishti and handed it over to her. Soon, all of them got to work and spent the entire day bedecking the house, adding the touches that would give them all the homely vibes. After being satisfied with how the house looked, they all had dinner that Parul Masi had cooked in between the set up. Once they were done with dinner, they all retired to their respective rooms, tired of the day's efforts.

In Abir-Mishti's room

Mishti was detangling her hair with her fingers in front of the mirror with a beautiful smile on her face when all of a sudden, she felt two strong arms snake around her waist and her smile broadened. She leaned back on Abir's chest as her palms rested on top of his hands.

"Kya sochkar itna muskura rahi ho Angry Chorni?" Abir asked, amused as he tightened his hold around Mishti's waist.

"Yahi ki maine life mei aise kaunse acche kaam kiye hai ki mere naseeb mei itni saari khushiyan hai. Ki mere life mei tumhare jaisa husband hai, jo iss pure world mei sabse jyaada mujhse pyaar karta hai," she admitted lovingly and turned around in his hold. Abir had a serene smile etched on his face but also a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Kisne kaha ki mei sabse zyaada tumse pyaar karta hu?" He lifted a brow jokingly and Mishti's mouth hung open in response. A sudden efflux of jealousy swirled in her stomach and she tried to wriggle out of Abir's hold. All her attempts were futile in front of the strength with which Abir held her in place.

"Chodo mujhe Abir," she commanded, annoyed but Abir didn't budge.

"Puchogi nahi kaun hai woh?" he teased further and Mishti's anger intensified, some of it due to her hormones while most of it due to her envy towards the person who Abir loved more than her.

"Mujhe nahi jaan na hai. Chodo mujhe," she ground out angrily as tears blurred her vision. Abir's grip around her waist loosened at the sight of tears in her eyes as his forehead creased and Mishti took that as an opportunity to crawl out of his hold. She stormed off towards the bed and tucked herself inside the blanket. She switched off the lights and as darkness enveloped the room, she silently let some of her tears flow out. Abir stood rooted to his place, still trying to grasp what just happened and as soon as realization hit him, he was besides Mishti in a jiffy. Even with negligible amount of light, he could catch a glimpse of Mishti's shoulders shaking with sobs. He hated himself for pulling her leg and going overboard to the extent of making her cry. He switched on the lights and knelt down besides the bed. The moment Mishti saw him, she turned her face to the other side.

"Mujhe neend aa rahi hai Abir. Please lights bandh kar do," she directed flatly and Abir's heart pinched at her emotionless tone.

"Jab tak tum meri baat nahi sunn leti, mei lights bandh nahi karunga," he stated resolutely. "Meri taraf dekho Mishti," he urged gently but Mishti didn't turn around. Tears pooled in his eyes as Mishti continued to treat him indifferently but he blinked them back. "Fine. Don't turn around. Par meri baat toh tumhe sunn ni padegi," he enjoined and cleared his throat to get rid of his stuck up emotions. "Mei mazzak kar raha tha Mishti. Tum bhi jaanti ho ki iss duniya mei aisa koi nahi hai jisse mei tumse jyada pyaar karta hu. Aur agar mei kabhi kisi se tumse jyada pyaar karunga, toh woh hamara baby hoga Mishti. Tum aur yeh baby meri poori duniya ho. And I'd rather not live than not love the both of you with my whole heart," he confessed and a fresh set of tears rolled down Mishti's cheeks. Each of Abir's words battered her little pumping organ. She felt ashamed of the way she behaved with Abir just a few minutes ago. When Mishti didn't turn around, the threads that held Abir's heart together pulled apart. He stood up despondently and turned to walk away when a feeble grasp on his hand halted him in his tracks. He twisted his torso, only to come face to face with a mournful Mishti sitting up on the bed. Her watery eyes met Abir's dejected ones and she got up on her feet.

"I'm sorry Abir," she apologised and focused her gaze on the ground. Abir's heart hurt at her guilty sight and he looped his free hand around her neck to drag her in for a hug. As soon as Mishti's head came in contact with Abir's chest, she folded her hands around his body and sobbed in his chest. Abir rubbed her back delicately while whispering sweet nothings into her ears and kissing the top of her head every now and then.

"Bas baba," he coaxed. "Itne aansu bahogi toh hamare baby ko lagega ki uske papa uski mumma ko hamesha rulate hi rehta hai. Meri impression ki kuch toh value karo yaar," he whined innocuously and Mishti chuckled at his words. She pulled apart and weaved her hands around Abir's neck.

"I know tum kya kar rahe ho Ajeeb Rajvansh," she pointed out. "Aur hamara baby sabse jyaada apne papa se hi pyaar karega. Aakhir uske papa world best hai," she prided and Abir's heart swelled in joy as his Angry Chorni was back.

"Woh toh mei jaanta hu," he boasted and the room was filled with their laughter.

"Chalo ab so jaao. Bahut raat hogayi hai aur hume kal doctor ke paas bhi jaana hai," Abir reminded and they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

Next morning, Abir and Mishti got dressed and left for the hospital.

In the ultrasound room

After Abir and Mishti reached the hospital, the doctor took them to the ultrasound room. She asked Abir to wait outside until she did some initial tests on Mishti. Abir was anxiously pacing outside the room when a nurse called him in. He basically sprinted inside but there was nothing that could prepare Abir for what awaited him. Mishti lay on a bed in a hospital gown staring at a screen, a humongous smile on her face despite the hot tears glistening her face. Abir frowned at the mixed expressions on Mishti's face but nevertheless, followed her gaze. As Abir tried to make sense of the few white patterns on the black screen, his brows knitted in additional confusion at the depiction. Mishti was peering intently at him while his expressions changed and he focused his gaze back on her.

"Yaha baitho," she prompted while signalling towards the stool near the bed. Abir sat down and Mishti interlaced her hand with his on the bed.

"Waha dekho," she prodded and pointed towards the right side of the screen. Abir shifted his gaze back to the part of the screen that Mishti pointed at. "Woh screen par ek chota sa bloch dikh raha hai? Jo thoda thoda move kar raha hai?" she asked and Abir squinted his eyes to make out the movement. He slightly nodded his head when he noticed the tiny activity that Mishti was talking about. "Woh hamare baby ka dil hai Abir," Mishti revealed and his head swivelled in her direction. He stared at Mishti questioningly and she nodded her head to confirm all his doubts. His eyes immediately teared up as he turned back to the screen while the doctor moved it nearer to the bed. He leaned closer and lifted his hand to caress the screen at the place where the baby's heart was beating. As realization finally seeped in, a trail of tears streamed down his cheeks and a million-dollar smile adorned his features.

"Ha-hamare baby ki heart-heartbeat?" he stuttered through the plethora of emotions clogged up in his throat as he turned his neck to look at Mishti. One look at each other and they knew all the emotions spewing in their hearts. Mishti squeezed Abir's hand and he brought the back of her hand to his lips to kiss it lightly, trying to pour all the love and happiness he felt in that peck.

"Okay, Mr. Rajvansh. Aap mere cabin mei wait kijiye, mei Mishti ke saath aati hu," the doctor intervened and Abir nodded. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and left from there. The doctor waited for Mishti to change and they both headed to the cabin too.

In the doctor's cabin

Abir and Mishti were seated opposite the doctor who was attaching Mishti's latest ultrasound report along with a picture of it in Mishti's file.

"For the time being, everything looks fine. Since this is the initial stage, there are no complications and I'm hoping that with proper care and precautions, Mishti won't have a lot of difficulties in the future too. And Mishti, don't stress a lot about all these things. This is your time to experience and cherish all the moments of your pregnancy. So focus on that. You've been lucky enough to conceive and I'm sure you'll get through it just fine. Okay?" she asked with a bright smile and Mishti nodded in response. She handed over the file to Mishti, told her to have all her supplements on time and do yoga everyday. Mishti assured her that she would do all these things and Abir and Mishti left from there. Abir had been eerily quiet since the time he had heard their baby's heartbeat and Mishti had noticed this. Once they were out of the hospital and near their car, Mishti held Abir's hand to stop him from getting inside the car.

"Kya hua Abir? Tum itne chup kyu ho?" she questioned queasily and Abir swiftly gathered her in his arms. Instinctually, her arms embraced him and he brushed his lips against her hair.

"Thank you Mishti. Thank you so much!" he gushed out gratefully and a look of puzzlement crossed Mishti's features. "Aaj se pehle maine itni khushi kabhi mehsoos hi nahi ki hai. In fact mei toh yeh jaanta bhi nahi tha ki mei itni khushi deserve karta hu ya nahi. Lekin aaj, hamare baby ki heartbeat sunkar maine jo khushi feel ki hai, woh mei kabhi words mei express nahi kar paunga," he admitted and broke apart to cup Mishti's cheeks. "Aaj tumhari wajah se mujhe meri life ki sabse badi khushi experience karne ka mauka mila hai Mishti. Aur iske liye maine tumhe kitni bhi baar thanks bolu, kam hai," he professed and tears shone in Mishti's eyes at the amount of happiness she spotted on Abir's face.

"Tumhe thanks bolne ki zarurat nahi hai Ajeeb Rajvansh. Aur yeh saari khushiyaan tum deserve karte ho. Hum deserve karte hai," she asserted and Abir planted a kiss on her forehead, not knowing what else to say.

"Ab chale? Masi ko bhi toh sonography ki picture dikhani hai," she uttered excitedly and they both headed home, gratification overflowing in their hearts.

Month 3

All the days at the MishBir house were nothing less than a heavenly experience for Mishti and Abir. Abir stayed by Mishti's side 24/7 and handled all the NGO work from home. And Mishti didn't mind it at all. Thanks to the extra caring and extra loving husband he had turned into. Not that he wasn't those things previously, but since their shift to the new house, Abir had turned into this person who pampered Mishti like there was no tomorrow. In fact, he didn't even let her keep a foot on the ground until absolutely necessary. And Mishti had been enjoying every bit of it.

It was almost 10 in the night when Abir came back to their room after finishing an important call related to some work at the Champaner school. Mishti was sprawled in bed and completely immersed in reading a book that she didn't notice Abir's arrival. All of a sudden she heard the strumming of guitar strings and the humming of a song that she wouldn't miss out on, even if the world was ending. A sheepish grin broke out on her face as she kept the book aside and lifted her head to come face to face with her musical husband and his guitar.

Dono milke chalte hain naa

sapno mein hi rehte hain naa

sirf tu main ho jahan re

Abir sang as he walked towards Mishti and settled himself on the bed in front of her, his eyes not leaving her even for a second, while the smile on Mishti's face widened with every lyric.

Haath mein ho haath tera

chute kabhi naa saath tera

mujhko aisa tu bhi vaada de

He continued to sing and Mishti mouthed an 'I promise' in response to his recent words. Abir's lips quirked up into a brilliant smile and he muttered an 'I promise too' before he went ahead with the song.

Saathiya mere main to tera

deewana hoon saare jahan se

begana hoon meri dhunon ka

tarana tu..

Abir ended with a tweak of the strings and kept his guitar aside, his eyes still fixated on Mishti.

"Waise aaj yeh kyu?" Mishti asked and Abir rolled his eyes. His wife really had a knack for innocence. But he wasn't as innocent, was he?

"Ab meri biwi mujhse jyada kitabo mei interested hogi toh uska attention paane ke liye mujhe kuch toh karna padega naa," he remarked exorbitantly and Mishti let out a giggle.

"Aisa tum kabhi hone doge, Ajeeb Rajvansh?" She questioned sarcastically and Abir shook his head sideways before they both burst out into fits of laughter. As their laughter died down, an idea struck Abir's mind. He got out of bed and towards the stereo in their room. He pressed the play button and a soothing, romantic tune filled the atmosphere of the room. He strolled back towards Mishti and held out his hand for her.

"May I have a dance with my lady?" he asked in a gentlemanly way and Mishti's heart fluttered with joy. She immediately placed her hand in his and Abir carefully helped her up. He escorted her to the middle of the room and they both stood in front of each other. Positioning one of her hands on his shoulder, Abir encircled one of his arms around her waist and intertwined their free hands together. Lost in each other's eyes, they slowly started to sway to the soft tune. Their smiles perfectly depicted the elation their hearts felt and Abir twirled Mishti around twice before he cautiously pulled her back and both her hands rested on his chest. Leisurely, Mishti wound her arms around Abir's torso and rested her head near his chest. Abir enwrapped her in his arms and placed his chin on top of her head while they moved to the melody. In each other's arms, they could spend their entire lives.

Month 4

With the start of the second trimester and the growth of the baby, Mishti had started to put on weight and her belly had started to protrude. Her morning sickness had settled down to a bare minimum but her hunger and cravings had reached its peak. She had no control over her appetite and her need for food would awaken even at the most bizzare timings of the night. She detested disturbing Abir's slumber because she couldn't suppress her hankering for the delicacies she loved.

It was around 3am in the night when Mishti's sleep was disturbed due to the sudden grumbling of her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open and she let out a yawn. She turned her face to look at Abir and found him fast asleep with a serene smile on his face. Mishti didn't have the heart to wake him up, so she carefully untangled herself from Abir's hold on her waist and got out of bed. She sauntered towards the kitchen and switched on a single light. She was rummaging through the shelves to find something to satisfy her hunger when a voice startled her.

"Yeh kya kar rahi ho tum?"

Alarm flashed in Mishti's eyes as she recognized her husband's domineering voice. Abir thoroughly disliked when Mishti would wake up in the middle of the night because she was hungry and didn't rouse Abir. He had been very clear that no matter the time, if there was anything she needed, she should wake him up. Abir walked in her direction and wrapped his arms around her neck.

"Tum jaanti ho na ki agar ek second ke liye bhi tum mujhse dur ho jaati ho toh mujhe kitna uneasy feel hota hai?" he asked sleepily and Mishti's panic dissipated as she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. He wasn't angry.

"Sorry. Tum kaam ke chakkar mei late soye the isliye tumhe disturb karna mujhe thik nahi laga," she avowed and Abir sighed. His wife could really act silly and still sound adorable at the same time.

"Kya khane ka mann hai?" he inquired and Mishti's eyes lit up.

"Tumhare haath ke noodles," she blurted out and although she couldn't see Abir's face, she could feel a grin break out on his lips. He pressed a kiss on the back of her head before he left her.

"Tum dinning table par jaakar baitho. Mei paanch minute mei noodles leke aata hu," he said and Mishti walked off towards the table with a breathtaking beam on her face.

As promised, 5 minutes later Abir was at the table with a steaming bowl of his special noodles for Mishti. Mishti clapped her hands in excitement and instantly took a forkful of them. She was just about to put the fork in her mouth when Abir snatched it away from her hand and Mishti gaped at him in utter shock.

"Dhyaan se yaar Mishti. Garam hai," he admonished and blew some air over the noodles before holding the fork out for her to eat. Mishti gave him a sheepish grin and ate the noodles. She shut her eyes as she languorously savoured its taste in her mouth before gulping it down. Abir adored his wifey while she relished her meal with an ear-splitting grin on his face. It was times like these when his heart swarmed with rapture. There was nothing he wouldn't do to see that contentment on her face. His little admiring session was interrupted when Mishti clicked her fingers in front of his eyes. She raised her brows in question and Abir dismissed it off with a light shake of his head. Mishti just shrugged her shoulders and pointed a finger towards the bowl of noodles before pointing it towards her open mouth. Abir chuckled at her cute antics and went back to feeding her. Halfway through the bowl, Mishti realized that she was the only one hogging on those scrumptious noodles when Abir was the one who cooked them.

"Agar tum chaho toh ek bite le sakte ho," she articulated and Abir just passed her a warm smile.

"Nahi Mishti. Tum kha lo," he denied politely and Mishti made a face. He took some more noodles in the fork to feed Mishti but she held his wrist.

"Lekin baby mujhse keh raha hai ki mujhe uske Papa ko ek bite khilana chahiye. Sharing is caring you know?" she reasoned childishly and Abir chortled in response.

"Toh ab baby tumse baatein bhi karta hai?" He lifted a brow amusingly in question while a small smile tugged along his lips.

"Haa toh! Ofcourse woh mujhse baatein karta hai!," Mishti exclaimed proudly and jutted her chin out.

"Tum bhi na Angry Chorni," Abir mumbled humorously and shook his head in hilarity. Mishti knew that she had won the argument and took the fork from Abir's hand. She held it out for him to gobble and Abir obeyed like the doting husband. He fed Mishti the remaining noodles and left to keep the bowl in the sink. When he was back, he hooked his arms around Mishti's waist and under her knees and walked back to their room with her in his arms.

Hey guys!
So how was this chapter? I hope y'all liked it! I have a super hectic week ahead so I won't be able to update in the week! But I'll definitely try my best to update on Sunday! I'm sorry in advance for making y'all wait for so long but college and assignments are going to keep me away from writing🥺 And I hope that this super long update suffices for the entire week🙈

Also, it's suggestion time :  Since the next chapter is going to have Mishti's godbharai, do y'all want a little drama in there or just a sweet, simple and drama-free function? Let me know your thoughts about the chapter and your suggestions in the comment section and if you guys liked the chapter, don't forget to vote✨

P. S. - watsonvalerie2624 has started writing a new book, 'Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke', that has odes to all the characters/relationships of YRHPK that she adores the most! If you haven't checked it out already, go to her profile and shower some love on those mini letters❤️ 2 of them are up and she's going to put the third one up today! I'm sure they won't leave you disappointed but rather, completely in awe of her💘 At least it made me admire her more than I already did💗
- Sakshi❤️