"tere bina ab kaise jiye
o sajni re"

JANHAVI

It was already night and I wanted to grab a pillow and sleep. The whole day had been fucking tedious and I had no more energy left in me. I was about to jump into the bed when I realised that I was wearing Didi's sari and it was rather heavy. She had given me this to wear when the guests had come to offer their condolences.

This saree wouldn't let me sleep, but I didn't bring anything to wear either! I was moving towards the door to ask didi for a lighter dress when I bumped into someone, someone very familiar. He grabbed me by my waist to stop me from falling.

"Kahaan ja rahi ho? Why are you in such a hurry?", he asked.

"Are actually main didi se kapde maangne jaa rahi thi. I won't be able to sleep in this", I said pointing at my saree.

His hands were still rested on my waist.

"Tumhare kapde haina?", he asked being confused.

"When did I pack clothes?", I asked yawning.

He tugged me by my waist and made me sit on the bed.

"I packed some of your clothes, tum baitho main nikal deta hu", he said taking a suitcase out of the corner.

As I was eyeing him, he unzipped the suitcase and took out various clothes from it. After digging into it for a while, he pulled out the kurti and pants I usually wear at night.

"Aur kuch lagega?", he asked while handing me those clothes.

I actually needed a bra, the one I was wearing was too stiff to wear while sleeping but... did he pack my lingeries as well? I don't think so..

"Nahi", I said because the next conversation might turn too embarrassing for me.

He nodded and got up. I went inside the bathroom to change into the clothes I had in my hand. When I returned back to the room, Ishan ji had already tidied the bed and laid pillows and sheets for both of us.

He was sitting on the bed and scrolling through his phone. Yawning again, I locked the door and came to the bed.

Suddenly Ishan Ji's phone rang up.

Ishan ji? Doesn't it sound a bit weird nowadays?

A weird memory of me calling him 'Ishu' hit me and it seemed really weird. I couldn't comprehend it quite well. Ishu? Seriously?

My thoughts were interrupted by Ishan ji. "Janhavi? Shubi baat karega ekbaar karlo please", she said handing his phone to me.

I nodded and took the phone from him.

"Janhavi? Mujhe abhi Ishu ne bola. You're okay?", he said, concern etched in his voice.

"Hmm", I said faintly.

"We are always with you haan? Don't worry you're not alone"

"I know Shubman. Thank you so much"

"Okay tum so jao. Good night", he said and cut the call.

"You go to sleep, you're looking really tired", Ishan ji said.

I nodded and dropped on the bed. He turned off the lights.

I was very sleepy and even fell asleep for a while but the stiff bra was feeling really uncomfortable and kept waking me up. After adjusting many it a times, I finally got up.

I tried my best to be quiet as Ishan ji was fast asleep. Turning on the torch in my phone, I went to open the suitcase.

I searched into the clothes if he had packed any lingerie of mine but they were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Ishan ji woke up. Hastily sitting up, he turned on the lights. "What happened Janhavi tum thik ho?", he asked panicking.

"Haan Haan I'm completely fine. Tum.. Aap so jaiye"

He got out from the bed and came near me. "What are you searching for in the suitcase?", he asked in a deep sleepy voice.

"Aise hi", I shrugged.

"Aise hi beech raat mein tum kapdo se khel rahi ho?"

"Haan tum so.. aap so jaiye na"

What's wrong with my tongue.

"First of all, tell me what's wrong." he said grabbing his hair.

Thank god he didn't notice

As I didn't reply, he asked again "Are you searching for something?"

I nodded reluctantly.

"Kya?" he asked, sitting on the floor beside me where I had opened the suitcase.

"T..um so jao main dekh leti hu"

He softly placed a hand on my thigh and said, "Please batao kya baat hai?"

"Wo... Actually.. this is very embarrassing", I said looking down.

"I'm your lawfully wedded husband. Mujhse embarrass hone ka kya hai?" He asked chucking.

Getting no reply from me, he asked again. "Periods ho gaya hai and you do not have a pad? Main leke aaya hu."

I looked at him in amusement and respect. He had in his mind that I might have my periods so he carried pads for me? Kaash he was my actual husband.

I smiled at him, "Nahi waisi baat nahi hai".

"Actually the under.. garment I'm wearing is really tight. So I was searching for a looser one if you had packed any", I said looking at the ground.

"Haan main laya hu na. They are in my suitcase actually I forgot to take them... I had already locked your suitcase isliye maine mere suitcase mein le liya", he said getting up.

He brought out his suitcase and opened it. He opened a particular chain and placed the suitcase infront of me. "Take whichever you want"

I nodded and took out the bra from that flip. Maybe I would have covered them while taking out in another scenario but today I didn't feel the need.

Mera khud ka pati hai, chahe kuch dino ke liye hi sahi

I went to the bathroom and changed.

When I came out, he had arranged the suitcases and put them back in their place. He was sitting on the bed, waiting for me.

"You're comfortable now?", he asked.

I nodded and smiled at him.

He turned off the lights and both of us dropped to the bed. I could feel him move closer to me.

He came nearer and whispered into my ears, "Mujhe tum hi bolna, zyada accha lagta hai"

"Uhmm", I whispered back.

Then he slowly made his way through my hair and patted my head. "So jao, I'm here"

I couldn't help but admire him. How could someone be so perfect?

How wonderful it would feel to be Ishan Ji's pasandida aurat?

Maybe one day I'll get to know

Hey what the fuck am I thinking?

Sorry guys for such a long wait, finally I got some ideas to write down. I'll try to make my updates a bit more regular. Dil se sorry 🥲

And sorry if you found the chapter really slow but I wanted to show the minute details of a arranged marriage where the people are not comfortable with each other yet try to make the other person comfortable enough.

Growing up, I used to watch lots of serials. Idk why but generally I liked the secondary couple more than the lead couple. Shows do not feature the details in the relationship of the secondary couple and that's why I missed those cute scenes and gestures and used to imagine them by myself.

So when I write the stories, I try my best to inculcate those small gestures that create a huge impact in a relationship.

And I would also thank miss-writer_ because she motivated me to get rid of my ill thoughts and to trust the process.❤️✨