Mahir took Bela to her house. Her mom welcomed Mahir.

"Bela, when will you stop playing in rain? See, how much wet you are. Go and change the dress first."

Her mom scolded her. Bela made a cute pout and hugged her mom.  Mahir's face spread with smile seeing her cute pout.

🎶Jeene lagaa hoon pehley se zyaadaa
Pehley se zyaadaa tumpey marney lagaa hun🎶

"Mumma, it's not fully my mistake. Half credit goes to your damad ji. He was enjoying in rain and I went to pull him under roof and got wet", said Bela.

"Ms. Bubble breaker, you were enjoying in rain already. You are speaking as if, you got drenched after come to rescue from that downpour", mocked Mahir.

Bela was about to back answer but her mom held her ear.

"Ouch!! Mumma, leave me, it's hurting"

"Dramaqueen!! Stop your acting, go and change your dress"

"Okay, mumma. But see, he is also wet. Give him towel and papa's shirt to change or else he will get cold", Bela said with utmost care.

🎶Main, meraa dil aur tum ho yahaan
Phir kyoon ho palkein jhukaaye wahaan
Tumsaa haseen pehley dekhaa nahin
Tum isse pehle they jaane kahaan🎶

"Okay, madam ji. Do you have any other order to take care of your future hubby?", her mom teased her, which made Bela blush.

She ran to her room from there without giving glance to Mahir. He admired her totally. He love her more whenever she cares for him. He goes crazy whenever she blush due to him.  He loves her every single act. He accpets her just like the way how she is.

Roli came to Mahir and snapped her fingers infront of him. He came out of his trance and flashed a smile at her.

"How are you, my dear Sali?"

"Oh sir, remember me!! Where is my commission jiju, for giving you all details and photos and almost everything about di?"

"Do you think, I forgot? See, here is the card for you. Whenever you go to this theatre, you can watch free movie, either with your friends or alone or with your boyfriend😉"

Roli took the card and rolled her eyes at him, "so funny!! Don't even dream, I will accept your bestie. Now don't remember him to me, do you wanna some romantic moment with your would be wifey😉?"

"Who will deny, so that will I deny? But your sister seems like reserve type", Mahir said with bit upset, cursing his bad luck.

"Come on, Jiju. She is shy, I agree. But she loves you and typical Indian girl. She will agree, whatever you do with her. As for her already you are her husband"

"But I don't wish to force her", Mahir said with smile. Bela, who was standing behind the staircase wall, heard their talk. A smile spread over her face.

"So cute, jiju. Teach something like this to your bestie too. By the way, mom had kept dad's shirt in the guestroom. Go and change there."

Mahir noded his head and went to guestroom. He removed his shirt. He was searching for towel, just then Bela came inside, thinking, he might changed till then.

She got nervous after seeing him shirtless and turned her back to him immediately.

" M Mahir, here is tea and pakodas for you. Mom gave to you. I am keeping here in table, have it without forget", she said while keeping tray on table and about to go out, but Mahir held her wrist.

🎶Rehtey ho aake jo tum paas merey
Tham jayein pal ye waheen bas main ye sochoon🎶

Bela's heart beats increased, as soon as she felt his touch. Mahir smiled seeing his effect on her.

"Bela"

She just hummed. His hand started travelling upwards on her hand and pulled her to him suddenly. She got collided with his chest and he held her by waist.

She closed her eyes, feeling his cold hand on her bare waist. Mahir lost his sense totally. His eyes lowered to her rosy lips. He pulled her more close and closed the gap between their lips.

🎶Sochoon main thum jaayein pal ye
Paas merey jab ho tum🎶

His lips lightly brushed her lips. Her heart beats were racing and blood rushed through her body. She felt very comfortable at the same time different feel.

🎶Chaltee hai saansein pehle se zyaadaa
Pehley se zyaadaa dil theherne lagaa🎶

He pecked her lips softly and left her. She turned her back to him immediately and blushed hard.

"Mein tumse pyaar karti ho, Bela... I love you, Jaan...", Mahir confessed.

Bela didn't know how to react. She too wanted to say same words to him, but she didn't gather courage and felt too shy. She was yet showing her back to him. He back hugged her and put his head on her shoulder. She was speechless but felt genuiness in his hug. Her heart beat increased again, feeling his cold chest on her back.

"You don't need to say your feelings soon, just because I confessed now. I know you are shy princess. So, take your own time. First feel comfortable with me. I know you are comfortable, but you don't need to be this much shy. You can share anything with me freely", Mahir said and kissed her nape gently and left her.

Bela just noded her head.

🎶Tanhaayi mein dhoondhhe tujhey dil Har pal tujhko sochey
Milney lagey dil pehley se zyaadaa
Pehley se zyaadaa ishq honey lagaa🎶

"By the way, I was searching towel. Can you get it?"

Bela again just noded her head and got the towel and gave him, without looking at him.

"You can see me, do you know?", Mahir said while drying.

"B but, v vo...", she tried to look at him but couldn't see him without shirt.

"Bela, relax!! And I came here to learn music, but seeing you nervous, I don't think that will happen, so, I am leaving", he said with fake disappointment.

Bela realised the sarcasm in his voice and glared at him but turned away immediately, seeing him shirtless. He smirked at her and wore his shirt. He made her face him and kissed her forehead and about to peck her lips but she ran away. He smiled at her disappearing figure.

To be Continued