Here you go! 💌
Word Count: ~2200 |
Language: Hinglish
Tropes: Arranged Marriage • Enemies to Lovers • Slow Burn • Emotional Tension • Soft Grumpy Husband • Loving Family • Cliffhanger Ending
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🌤️ Aanya's POV
The thing about falling for someone you're not supposed to...
You don't realise it's happening.
It doesn't start with butterflies or violins.
It starts when your fingers brush against theirs at the dining table, and neither of you pulls away.
When they pass you your favorite chutney without asking.
When they know you like your chai strong and your mornings quiet.
It starts in moments that look too ordinary to be dangerous.
And that's exactly how Kabir became...
Almost something.
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Tanya and Yash were already sitting at the dining table, mid-battle.
> "Mujhe toh bas ek choti si almirah chahiye thi!" Tanya was yelling.
> "Choti? Usme tumhare makeup ka first layer bhi nahi aayega," Yash shot back.
> "Tumhare dimaag mein bhi nahi aayega, idiot."
> "Okay, enough," I cut in, trying not to laugh. "Tum dono bhool gaye ki main is ghar ki nayi bahu hoon. Thoda sanskaar maintain karo."
> "Nayi bahu?" Tanya grinned. "Aree wah. Aur bhai toh husband goals lag rahe hain aaj kal."
Kabir entered the room right on cue, hair still wet from his shower, shirt sleeves rolled, watch perfectly in place — and of course, that "I-don't-care-but-I-definitely-do" energy.
> "Kaun husband goals?" he asked, raising a brow.
> "Tum," I said before I could stop myself.
Silence.
Everyone stared.
I blinked, realising what I'd just said.
> "Mera matlab tha... ki... matlab... coffee bana lete ho tum ache se."
> "Coffee se direct husband goals?" he smirked.
> "Main thodi keh rahi thi seriously."
> "But you did," Tanya whispered dramatically.
I kicked her under the table.
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Kabir and I were somehow assigned the "decor storage duty" — basically putting away leftover decor from our chaotic wedding week. We were in the storeroom, half-drenched in sweat, surrounded by fairy lights and useless ribbon rolls.
> "Yeh kachra tumhare logon ne hi laya tha," he said, holding up a glittery heart.
> "Aur tumhare logon ne hi usse chandelier pe latkaya," I snapped.
> "Meri shaadi hoti toh yeh sab nahi hota."
> "Toh kar lo kisi aur se."
He turned, walked toward me, and said, voice low:
> "Kiya toh tumse hi hai. Ab jhelo."
I gulped.
His tone wasn't angry.
It was... possessive.
Softly dangerous.
I hated that I didn't hate it.
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Post-lunch, we all decided to go for ice cream. Kabir offered to drive, and somehow, we ended up sitting together in the front seat — alone — while the rest squeezed into the back.
> "Chocolate or butterscotch?" he asked while scrolling the menu.
> "Chocolate. Obviously."
> "Main soch raha tha pista lunga," he teased.
> "Tumhara taste waise bhi weird hai."
> "Tum toh mere taste ka result ho," he said without looking up.
My jaw dropped.
> "Kabir!"
> "Mere saath rehke sarcasm ka immunity develop kar lo. Warna pighal jaogi."
> "Main ice cream hoon kya?"
> "Nahi. Tum toh pura pastry ho — layered, unpredictable, aur kabhi kabhi extra sweet."
Okay. That one actually made my heart stutter.
I looked away, trying to hide my smile.
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That Night – Family Room
Everyone was watching some family drama show. I wasn't paying attention. Kabir sat beside me — closer than usual. His shoulder brushed mine every time he shifted. He didn't move away. Neither did I.
At some point, his cousin whispered something and laughed. He smiled.
And for a second, I saw it.
The version of Kabir who wasn't heavy with secrets.
Who wasn't haunted by the envelope I hadn't thought about in... days.
Maybe... maybe we could be okay.
Maybe I didn't need to push.
Maybe I didn't want to.
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Late at Night
Back in our room, we were getting ready for bed.
> "Kal tumhare Mom ke ghar jana hai," he said while unbuttoning his cuff.
> "Tum theek ho? Tum thak gaye lag rahe ho."
He paused, looked at me.
> "Worry kar rahi ho?"
> "Nahi. Bas observe kar rahi hoon."
> "Main theek hoon."
> "Kabir..."
He looked up.
> "Haan?"
> "Tum kab smile karte ho bina reason ke?"
> "Jab tum chup ho."
> "Excuse me?"
> "Tum jab argue nahi karti... sab kuch suddenly peaceful lagta hai."
I smiled softly.
> "Aur jab main argue karti hoon?"
> "Tab bhi lagta hai... ghar mein asli zindagi hai."
I didn't reply.
He switched off the light. We lay down — a bit closer than usual. His shoulder brushing mine again.
Just before I drifted off...
I whispered—
> "Kabir... mujhe lagta hai... tum ache ho."
He didn't reply.
But he didn't move away either.
I woke up suddenly — 2:47 a.m.
There was no noise. No dream.
Just...
A feeling.
That something had been forgotten.
I turned toward Kabir, fast asleep beside me.
Then it hit me.
The envelope.
That damn envelope.
The one with my name on it.
The one he had hidden — again.
The one I had stopped chasing because he made me feel safe.
I sat up slowly.
Looked toward the wardrobe.
My heart thundered.
Tomorrow... I was going to find it.
This time, no distractions.
No matter what truth was waiting inside.
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