The dinner was set.

She had made his favourite food
Dinner table set
His favourite show was opted to feel him in his absence

And then there was sudden knock on the door
The knock was familiar
And so was the face
But still was unknown person
Unable to stand on his feet
Tumbling from left , stepping two and then right.
She was shook.
But helped him to the bed instead of the dinner table

She hadn't done this today
But was living it from past one month

If you want to know
One month ago
The guy tumbling down like a bottle
Was a person waking up to her calls
Of course not the first call but of course with her only calls
Instead of the good morning thing
Her ears had heard
"Thanks for the breakfast its yummy"
Instead of love you , it always came "Stop watching saas bahu they end up to same."

The dinner table slept with the food
And she slept nursing his hair

The bird chirping had woke them
She wanted an answer from him
The reason why was his losing himself
But ended up asking "Bread jam or protein shake?"

"Maa , I am sorry ."
"Hmm.."
"Had seen her crossing the road with her another.."

"You know what Anuj, after marriage I came to know that your father loved someone else before marriage but then WE happened and now he says thanks for holding me Siya. Wait for your siya Anuj things happen."

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The shying words

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Meeting a boy

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Fears, are real!

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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