Kavin was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Suddenly his cell phone rang.

"Hello!"...He mumbled lowly after picking up the call without glancing at the caller ID.

"Kavin!...Kya hua?...Aapki tabiyat to theek hai na?"...The caller asked worriedly.

Kavin opened his eyes and sat on the bed with a start as he heard her voice.

"Purvi!...Tum!...Main?...Main theek hoon!"...He stuttered.

"Aapne khaana khaaya?"...Purvi asked.

"Nahin!...Bas abhi jaa hi raha tha, itne mein tumhara call aa gaya."...Kavin lied.

"Achchha!...Jaaiye kha lijiye...Maine khaana fridge mein rakha hai, aap garam kar lijiyega...Aur haan maa ko unki medicines bhi khila dijiyega."...Purvi said.

"Hmm."...Kavin hummed lowly.

"Hmm...Ab main phone rakhti hoon...Meri class ka bhi time ho gaya hai...Bye."...Purvi uttered, glancing at her wrist watch.

"Purvi...I...I am...I am so-"

His face fell when he heard a click tone on his cell phone which indicated that Purvi had cut the call.

"Purvi main jaanta hoon tum bahut naaraaz ho mujhse...Tumhe poora haq hai naaraaz hone ka...Main hamari first marriage anniversary jo bhool gaya...But I promise, I'll try my best to make it up to you!"...He mused in determination.

He quickly got ready and left for buying gift(s) for Purvi after having his lunch and giving medicines to his mother. His mother smiled as she saw him leaving.

At first, Kavin went to an Archies Gallery to buy a greeting card for Purvi. He bought a lovely greeting card and wrote down a beautiful note on it.

Meanwhile he recalled Daya's words -

"Kavin!...Kehte hain shaadi mein agar pyaar banaye rakhna hai to do cheezein bahut zaroori hoti hain - pati ki haar aur heeron ka haar!"

He walked out of the Archies Gallery and went to the jewellers. He looked at each and every pair of earrings, necklace and bangles present in the jewellery shop and imagined how they would look on Purvi. He got confused thinking of which one he should buy.

"Samajh nahin aa raha ki kounsa wala khareedoon!...Purvi par to almost sab achchhe lagenge!...Lekin sab to nahin khareed sakta na!"...He murmured to himself.

He called Daya for help but got a text message from his side that he's busy with a case. He sighed and looked again at the jewellery sets. He spent almost two hours in the jewellery shop but couldn't decide which jewellery set he should buy.

"Huh, ye kitna mushkil hai!...Daya sir case mein busy hain!...Aur maa ne to help karne se saaf mana kar diya hai!...Ab jewellery set select karne mein kis'se help loon?"...He mumbled to himself with a sigh.

Suddenly he remembered someone who could help him out in this situation. He called the person and took her help in selecting a jewellery set for Purvi.

After sometime, he went to a lavish mall and searched for a saree centre to buy a saree for Purvi as suggested by Freddy. He found a big showroom and went inside it.

"Welcome sir!...Bataiye kounsa occasion hai?...Har tyohaar, wedding, outing ke liye hamare paas saree hai!"...The salesman of the showroom advertised.

"Anniversary gift khareedna hai!"...Kavin specified, wiping away the sweat on his neck and forehead.

"Oh!...Sure sir!...Baithiye!...Kis variety ki saree lenge?...Banarasi, Phulkari, Bandhani, Paithani, Kanjeevaram, Pochampally, Sambalpuri, Kalamkari, Chikankari, Chanderi, Bomkai, Patola, Muga Silk, Bhagalpuri Silk (Tussar Silk), Baluchari Silk, Mysore Silk, Chiffon, Georgette ya aajkal ka trending - Sequin?...Boliye sir?"...The salesman asked.

Kavin was just gawking at him without blinking an eye as he had never heard these names.

"Bhaiya!...Maine to sirf saree hi suna tha!...Ye Sambalpuri, Bhagalpuri, Kolhapuri, pehli baar sun raha hoon!"...He uttered, still gawking at him.

The salesman chuckled slightly as he heard him.

"Khair, aapko jo theek lage, wo dikhaiye."...Kavin said, rubbing the back of his neck.

The salesman smiled and dumped at least hundred sarees in front of him. He opened each saree and displayed the pallu to him - colour after colour, one sided, two sided, floral designs, plain, double shaded, single shaded, heavy pallu, embroidered, chiffon and so on.

"Bas bas bhaiya!...Itni saari saree nahin!...Aap sab mat dikhaiye mujhe!"...Kavin exclaimed, looking at him and then at the sarees.

"Sir!...Ye to hamara kaam hai!...Aap bataiye?...Aapko kuchh pasand aaya ya nahin?...Ya kuchh aur dikhaun?"...The salesman asked, folding the sarees.

"Nahin nahin!...Ab aur koi saree nahin!...Please bhaiya!"...Kavin exclaimed as he felt fed up with seeing and selecting sarees.

He took a long, weary sigh and again called the one who had helped him selecting the jewellery set. With her help he bought a beautiful chiffon silk saree in green and beige colour combo.

"Waah sir!...Bahut badhiya choice hai!...Bhabhiji bahut lucky hain!"...The salesman remarked, smiling at him.

Kavin smiled back in relief.

"Sir blouse piece saath mein lenge ya alag se lena hai?...Aur haan saree mein fall beading karwani hai kya?"...The salesman asked.

"Fall beading!...Ye kya hota hai?"...Kavin asked as he had heard this word for the first time in his whole life.

"Sir aap humein saree de dijiye...Hum dekh lenge."...The salesman said.

Kavin nodded and gave the saree to him.

"Aap dus minute baithiye...Hum abhi aate hain."...The salesman said before walking into another showroom.

Kavin heaved a huge sigh of relief. Finally he had bought a beautiful saree for his beautiful wife. He called Freddy to thank him.

"Haan sir?"...Freddy uttered after picking up his call.

"Freddy sir!...Thank you so much!...Maine Purvi ke liye ek saree khareed li hai!"...Kavin declared with a smile of relief on his face.

"Waah!...Congratulations sir!...Aap bach gaye Purvi ki naaraazagi se!"...Freddy congratulated with a slight laugh.

Kavin smiled and hung up before thanking him again.

Meanwhile the salesman returned to him with the saree. Shortly thereafter, Kavin went home with the saree and the other gifts he had bought for Purvi.

It's late evening, now. Kavin was sitting on a sofa all tired and sleepy. He had left no stone unturned today to propitiate Purvi.

"Aaj samajh mein aaya ki ye ladkiyan shopping karne mein aur tayyar hone mein itna waqt kyun lagati hain!"...He mumbled to himself before drinking water.

Meanwhile he recalled Abhijeet's words -

"Tumhari pehli anniversary ko beyhadh khaas aur yaadgaar banane ke liye mere paas ek mast idea hai!"

"Tum Purvi ko ek baar phir kahin honeymoon par le jao!"

"Ekdam brand new idea hai Kavin!...Purvi tumse diamond jewellery, expensive dress ya candlelight dinner ki ummeed kar rahi hogi!...Lekin jab tum use honeymoon ki tickets gift karoge to wo ekdam chauk jaayegi!...Aur bahut khush ho jaayegi!...Wo samjhegi tum aaj bhi us se utna hi pyaar karte ho jitna shaadi se pehle karte the!...Aur tumhari ye galati kya aage ki dus bees galatiyan bhi maaf kar degi!"

"Abhijeet sir ka idea sach mein mast hai!...Pichhle honeymoon par main aur Purvi Ooty gaye the, is baar hum dono Shimla jaayenge!...Hayeee!...Shimla ki khoobsurat pahadiyon aur rangeen waadiyon mein sirf main aur meri haseen jaan-e-tamanna!...Wohooo!"...Kavin exclaimed in sheer delight, imagining himself with Purvi in Shimla.

"Kavin!...Khuli aankhon se sapne baad mein dekhna!...Jao abhi haath mooh dhokar aao!...Main khaana lagati hoon!"...His mother interjected as she saw him lost in his dream.

Kavin looked at her as he heard her voice.

"Purvi kahan hai maa?"...He asked desperately, looking around the drawing room.

"Purvi apni mammy ke ghar chali gayi!...Pata nahin kab aayegi!"...His mother answered, walking towards the kitchen.

"Mammy ke ghar chali gayi!...Lagta hai mujhse bahut naaraaz hai!"...Kavin mumbled to himself gloomily.

Purvi sat on the bed all tired and sleepy. She pressed her head and yawned.

"Di!...Paani."...Disha uttered, forwarding a glass of water towards her.

Purvi took the glass and drank water.

"Sar dard kar raha hai di?"...Disha asked as she saw Purvi holding her head.

"Hmm."...Purvi hummed, keeping the glass on the bedside table.

"Aapne to subah se kuchh nahin khaaya!...Khaali pet kaam karengi to yahi hoga na!"...Disha scolded with a frown on her face.

"Tujhe kaise pata ki maine subah se kuchh nahin khaaya hai?"...Purvi asked, looking at her.

"Jiju ne bataya."...Disha replied, sitting beside her.

"Haan!...Jaise unhe mera bahut khayal hai!"...Purvi scoffed, thinking about yesterday night.

"Dekho di!...Mere jiju ke baare mein kuchh mat bolna!...Warna achchha nahin hoga!"...Disha whined, pointing her index finger at Purvi.

"Huh!...Jiju ki chamchi!"...Purvi mumbled under her breath.

"Sun liya maine!"...Disha remarked, looking at her.

"Achchha sorry baba!...Main tujhe aur tere jiju ko kuchh nahin kehti!...Ab tu ye bata dinner mein kya banaun?"...Purvi interjected.

"Mammy khaana banakar gayi hain di!...Aap jaaiye apne kapde change karke aaiye, phir hum dono khaana khayenge."...Disha informed as she took out some clothes from an almirah for Purvi to change.

"Theek hai!...Tu chal main aati hoon."...Purvi said, taking the clothes from her.

Disha nodded and went into the dining room.

Kavin went into his room after having his dinner. He walked towards his closet for his night clothes. He opened the closet and suddenly his gaze fell on a gift box kept above a greeting card. He picked up the gift box and unwrapped it.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!...Purvi meri pasand ke baare mein kitni achchhi tarah se jaanti hai!"...He uttered with a pleasant smile as he saw an expensive brand new Rolex watch inside the gift box.

He kept the gift box aside and picked up the greeting card. It had a picture of their marriage day on the front. He fondled it remembering the day. He opened it - there were small pictures of them as a couple and their family. He glanced at each of them lovingly getting transported to little flashbacks of their life.

"Oh, my goodness! We have been married a year. How did we do that, Kavin? Anyways, you are too handsome to be the best husband ever after. I would not trade you even for my favourite movie star. Not kidding. I still remember the moment when you and I became 'we'; I want to hold you tight for the rest of my life. Thanks for always being there for me! I remember not being able to answer my friends what my ideal type should be; but then I met you and I got my answer. Thanks for being my ideal type. Happy anniversary, my loving husband! I love you. I love you very much.

P.s. - Also, thanks for knowing that your wife is always right, you are a keeper! And I want to remind you that you are really lucky to have me in your life. I feel lucky too because you are stupid but obedient! It's an irony! I love you a lot but at the same time, I want to kill you. So, I have been trying to find a way to kill you with my love.

He read out the note written in Purvi's beautiful handwriting and suddenly his eyes spotted small dried splotches of water - Purvi's tears, which fell on the greeting card when she was keeping it inside the closet before sleeping, yesterday night. He recalled how he behaved the whole of yesterday. He suddenly realised how much the day meant for Purvi and how she added her sweet touches to make it special for both of them and he spoiled it completely. His eyes brimmed up with tears after thinking about all this.

"I love you too Purvi!...And I am sorry!...Main hamari life ka itna important din bhool gaya!"...He mumbled to himself with tear brimmed eyes.

Purvi and Disha were sitting together on the bed after having their dinner. Disha was oiling Purvi's hairs.

"Di!...Kaisa lag raha hai abhi?...Aaram hai?"...She asked, massaging her head.

"Hmm."...Purvi hummed, closing her eyes.

"Achchha di!...Ek baat puchhoon?"...Disha asked, hugging her from behind.

"Tujhe puchhne ki zaroorat kabse pad gayi!...Puchh jo puchhna hai!"...Purvi exclaimed with a smile, opening her eyes.

"Aapne aaj tak nahin bataya ki aap aur jiju kab aur kaise mile!...Aaj bataiye na!...Please!"...Disha demanded cutely, braiding her hairs.

"Disha!...Mujhe sona hai!...Good night!"...Purvi trailed off and quickly laid on the bed.

"Yahan aapko sona hai aur wahan bechare jiju ko to neend hi nahin aa rahi hogi aapke bina!"...Disha commented in a teasing tone, laying down on the bed and hugging her from behind.

"Disha!"...Purvi grumbled lowly, turning to her side.

"Waise aap jiju ko sulati kaise hain?...Aaj mujhe bhi waise hi sulao!"...Disha interjected in a teasing tone.

"Disha!...Kyun tang kar rahi hai!...Please mujhe sone de!...Mujhe bahut neend aa rahi hai!"...Purvi exclaimed with a frown on her face. However, she was blushing deep red, internally.

"Okay, okay!...Par pehle aap mujhe apni aur jiju ki pehli mulaqat ke baare mein bataiye!"...Disha repeated, hugging her warmly.

Purvi nodded with a sigh.

It's teacher's day. Kavin and his friends had decorated the whole classroom. Kavin was standing on a table and was placing colourful rose petals on the hands of the ceiling fans of the classroom.

"Kavin!...Jaldi kar yaar!"...One of his friends said, looking at the doorstep.

"Hmm!"...Kavin hummed, placing the rose petals on the hands of one of the ceiling fans.

Meanwhile his other friend entered inside the classroom.

"Kavin!...Ye kya kar raha hai tu?"...He asked when he saw him standing on the table and placing rose petals on the hands of the ceiling fan.

Kavin jumped down the table and cleaned it with a cloth. Then he looked at his friend.

"Sachin!...Dekh dean ko pata chal gaya hai ki is saal hum sabki attendance class mein kam aur college campus mein jyada hai!...Is wajah se wo hum sabse kaafi gussa hain, khaaskar hum dono se, kyunki sabhi mass bunk ke sootradhaar hum hi dono hain, to shayad aaj raat tak wo hum dono ke ghar call bhi kar sakte hain!...Aur tu to jaanta hi hai papa aur unki dosti ke baare mein-"

"Jaanta hoon yaar!...Phir?"...Sachin interjected apprehensively.

"Phir ye ki sabse pehli class dean ki hai!...Right?"...Kavin interjected.

"Hmm!"...Sachin hummed.

"To jab wo class mein aayenge, hum unka gussa phool barsakar thanda kar denge!"...Kavin expressed with a childlike grin.

"Are waah!...Kya idea hai!...Fantastic yaar!"...Sachin praised with a laugh, patting his back.

"I know, I know!"...Kavin bragged with a proud smile.

"Sahi mein!...Kya plan hai, beauty with brain!"...His other friend appreciated, side-hugging him.

Sachin and the other students laughed uncontrollably after hearing his comment.

"Beauty?...Kis angle se tujhe ye beauty lagta hai, Suraj?"...Sachin snickered.

Suraj bit his tongue and chortled looking at Kavin.

"Tu college ke baad mil beta!"...Kavin rasped, glaring at him.

Suraj again bit his tongue and mumbled a "sorry" looking at him innocently. In due course, the college bell rang.

"Hey!...Baith jao!...Jaldi jaldi!...Baith jao sab!"...Kavin declared, looking at the doorstep.

Sachin, Suraj and all the other students sat down at their desks. Whereas Kavin went near the switch board and kept looking at the doorstep.

Kavin switched on the ceiling fans when he felt someone, who was no other than Purvi, stepping inside the classroom. As soon as Purvi entered inside the classroom the rose petals fell on her. She looked at the rose petals and suddenly her gaze fell on Kavin who was already gawking at her. Their eyes met and both got lost in each other.

Sachin, Suraj and all the other classmates looked at Kavin, and then at Purvi, and then again at Kavin.

Sachin and Suraj looked at each other with a teasing grin on their faces. Then they looked back at Kavin and Purvi. They started singing together to tease them -

Bahaaron Phool Barsao
Mera Mehboob Aaya Hai
Mera Mehboob Aaya Hai

They gestured the whole class to sing with them. And the whole class started singing with them to tease Kavin and Purvi -

Bahaaron Phool Barsao
Mera Mehboob Aaya Hai
Mera Mehboob Aaya Hai

Kavin and Purvi looked at them and then at each other. They lowered their heads smiling shyly.

"Purvi?"...Someone uttered, entering inside the classroom.

Purvi turned back and looked at the person.

"Good morning sir!...Happy teacher's day!"...The whole class greeted the person as he was the dean of the college.

"Good morning!...Thank you!...Sit down!...Sit down!"...The dean greeted back with a smile, looking at the students.

The students sat down at their desks.

"Are waah!...Meri raahon mein phool bichhaye hue hain!...I'm proud of you all!...Well done!...Bekaar mein hi staff members aapki class ko badnaam kar rahe hain!...Are itni disciplined aur respectful class to poore college mein nahin hai!"...The dean chimed in when he saw the rose petals beneath his feet.

Kavin, Sachin, Suraj and all the other students laughed victoriously under their breaths after hearing him.

The dean looked at Purvi as she cleared her throat on purpose.

"Purvi!...Aap B.Com ki class mein kya kar rahi hain, B.Sc ki class to first floor par lagti hai na?"...The dean inquired, looking at her.

"Purvi."...Kavin mumbled under his breath and smiled unknowingly.

"I know, sir!...Actually main aapko aapka phone dene aayi hoon jo aap hamari class mein hi bhool aaye the."...Purvi answered, giving him his cell phone.

"Oh!...Thank you, beta!"...The dean uttered with a smile, taking his cell phone from her.

Purvi smiled back at him and walked outside the classroom before stealing a glance at Kavin who was already staring at her with an irresistible smile.

"Nigahein bolti hain jab zubaan khamosh rehti hai, dilon ki dhadkan hi tab dilon ki baat kehti hai!"...Disha teased her after she got to know how she met Kavin.

"Isliye tujhe nahin bata rahi thi main!"...Purvi whined with a frown on her face as she knew that she would definitely tease her after she tells her about her first meet with Kavin.

Disha laughed and continued teasing her.

To be continued...