“Kya kar rahi ho?”
“Param se chat. Look at this,” she turned her phone toward him, “I made this VM for him. He not just liked but also commented. Tab tak to phir bhi thik tha… lekin ye dekhiye… he DMed me.”
He cocked a brow at the sheepish grin plastered over her face.
She rushed to show him the VM that she had made. “It’s good, isn’t it? I can’t believe that he actually watched. AVMMM. I am so happy.” She pulled him from his chair, twirling him around.
“Yeah, that kinda looks nice.”
She stopped and pushed him away.
“What the fudge!” It took him two seconds to accept that his wife who was so lovingly turning him had given him a rough push. “Pagal ho gayi ho kya?”
“Nice? This is just nice? Param me gorgeous bola tha.”
He sighed at her complain. “Main Param nahi hoon. His compliments and mine can’t be the same, Ishqi!”
“Wo sab mujhe nahi pata. By the way, aaj aap bade shaant hai. Waise to Param ke naam se chidh jate hai. Aaj to main unse chat kar rahi hoon, fir bhi no traces of jealousy?”
Her question made him chuckle. Adjusting his blazer, he strode toward her.
“AVM,” she murmured, needing a moment to process what had just happened. It almost happened in the blink of an eyes that he grabbed her phone, threw it on the couch and pulled her to him by circling her hands around his neck.
“Wo kya hai na, Mrs. Ishqi Ahaan Veer Malhotra, your husband is not as stupid as you think he is. Haan uski shaadi zaroor ek bevakoof ladki se hui hai lekin uska dimag abhi bhi hai jagah par.”
“Ab iska kya matlab hua?”
He traced the line of her cheek with his index finger, making her close her eyes. She hated him for distracting her to the point where collecting words seemed harder than ignoring tatpunjiye chhichhores without putting them in their places.
“Too bad you forgot that I was in the room that night when you were watching one of his interviews in which he had clearly mentioned that he is on no social media platform.”
‘Damn this man’s memory!’ She cursed, holding a two-minute silence for her lame plan that was brutally destroyed by her husband within seconds.
“Better luck next time, Mrs. Malhotra!”
Better
Luck
Next
Time!
This is a random piece of fiction. Absolute imagination. Kind of a random mini tale based on the picture on the characters named Ishqi and Aahan from the show Ishk Par Zor Nahi.
Cute and lovely.
Awww how cute and lovely 🥺😍❤️ Adoraaa! You’re amazingggg 🤌🏻🥺❤️