"tere mast mast do nain
mere dil ka le gaye chain"

JANHAVI

When I saw the sun rays peeking through the blinds, I was unable to keep lying on the bed and finally thought to get up. I turned the other side to see that Ishan ji was fast asleep.

When I tried to get out from the bed, I felt a tug on my dupatta. I turned back to see Ishan ji holding it firmly. He was sleeping like a baby.

I removed my dupatta from his grip as softly as possible,trying not to wake him up.

After Ishan ji woke up, the rest of my morning was spend in ignoring him as much as possible. Finally I couldn't ignore him anymore when he sat beside me on the breakfast table. I was rather surprised because he usually sits opposite to me.

"Good morning" he said massaging his head.
"Sardard ho raha hai?" I asked. I have read on Wattpad that people have headaches after getting drunk.
He nodded.

I got up from my seat, "I'll get you some coffee."
"No need Janhavi ji" he said in a tired voice

Back to ji?

"You can call me Janhavi" I passed him a faint smile.
"Err.. why?... I mean okay I don't have any problem"

So he doesn't remember anything from previous night? All of it was just from alcohol?

"You don't remember anything from last night?" I immediately regretted asking this question.

"Umm.. not exactly. It's all hazy"

So he also wants the divorce.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked looking confused.

"No" I smiled.

The situation was very weird for me. How could anyone forget everything?

As soon as the breakfast was over, there was a knock at the door. Ishan ji hastily got up, as he was expecting someone.

The door opened to reveal the lawyer with a broad smile on his face. Ishan ji lead him to the living room.

"Namaste madam" he folded his hands infront of me.

After he got seated,he took out files and papers from his bag.

"Sir I have a good news, I have documented all your papers and talked to a registrar. He would make your backdated registry papers and we have discussed the public statement with your manager"

Ishan ji was attentively listening to him, nodding from time to time.

"By the end of this week all the formalities would be done and both of you could get separated. I've also made sure that you don't need to visit the court. Everything would be arranged at your home" He seemed very proud of himself.

He took out a particular paper and gave it to me. "Mam keep this paper with you. You need to fill it, the reason for divorce, if Sir has been mistreating you and other important questions. You'll have to submit it on the hearing date."

I nodded.

After all the formalities were done, the lawyer went away.

Kal jo baat kahi Ishan ji ne woh sab sach hote toh kitna accha hota. Finally I could have got someone who actually loves me.

While thinking all this, a blush had crept on my cheeks which didn't go unnoticed by Ishan ji.

"Janhavi... Is everything okay? What are you blushing at?"

I mentally facepalmed myself.
"Wo actually I was thinking about a incident in school" I lied immediately.

"School ka incident which was making you blush?"

Shit why did I even say that?

"Err... Yes" I replied sheepishly.

"Mujhe bhi batayiye?" He looked at me with eyes full of curiosity.

Thanks to my dumb brain that suddenly I remembered an actual incident from school that could fit in the situation.

ISHAN

Janhavi ji was looking really pretty while she was blushing. I wonder if I could ever make her blush like that.

We are getting divorced Dumbo.

"Mai ten tak co-ed school mein padhti thi. So once there was a very very funny incident. Hamare school mein har saal annual program mein kuch drama hota tha. Ab jis saal ki baat hai tab main tenth mein hi thi."

I nodded, listening attentively to her.

"Toh us baar mujhe ek wife ka role mila tha and the guy who was playing my husband has proposed me atleast 20times in my entire school life." she started laughing at this comment.

Would have I proposed her if we went to the same school?

"Ab hume banna tha Bengali couple so he had to wear a dhoti. Now he was so overwhelmed and nervous that when he got at the stage on the main day, he tripped on his dhoti and the entire pleats came off" she was laughing her heart out for the first time in front of me and all I could do was sit and admire her beauty.

I also noticed that she has dimples which are visible only when she laughs hard. I made a mental note to make her laugh often so that I could admire her dimples.

"The boy was so flustered and the worst part was that all the dressers were busy with the next performers and I had to pleat the dhoti for him. Thank god he was wearing pants underneath. He was so embarrassed and flustered that he never ever came infront of me again"

I couldn't control myself from laughing at this. The way she was describing the incident was too funny, more funny than the incident itself.

"Why did you reject the boy so many times?"
"You picked this from the whole incident?" she rolled her eyes at me.

"Boliye na" I urged.
"I never considered him as my boyfriend or whatever. He didn't match my ideas I guess."
"Accha, so what do you look for in a guy?"

JANHAVI

What do I look in for a guy?

"Well he should be caring, would take me out on dates sometimes, it would be great if he's a inch or two longer than me. Oh yeah most importantly.. he would be funny."

I mentally facepalmed myself when I realised that I had Ishan ji in my mind while describing it all.

Ishan ji was also astonished at my description. He smirked before asking, "Are you flirting with me anyhow?"

Shit why am I so dumb.
And why the hell am I talking so much?

"I.. I was just joking" I faked a laugh which couldn't get any weirder and got up from my seat. It would be better if we end the conversation here. I can't get myself more embarrassed.

As I tried to move, I felt a tug on my wrist from the back. A firm yet soft grip holding my wrist. The cold fingers were sending shivers across my body.

"Kaha Jaa Rahi hai? Hamari baat khatam nahi huyi na?" he said in a whisper,very close to my ears.

Shit shit shit shit shitttt

I wanted to reply but my mouth had gone numb. Ishan ji was tightly holding my wrist and there was no chances of escaping.

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