Engaged - My love story

Chapter 16

Smita POV

I got away from him, lightly hitting his forehead.

"Abhi nahi. Mujhe aur kam hai. Thodi der free kya huyi main to tum shuru ho gaye." I smiled, fixing my blouse. (Not now. I have more work. I got freed for some time, and you got started.)

I couldn't reach the dori though, and I kept struggling.

"Apne pati se madad mang lo." A voice came from behind. (Maybe you could ask for help from your husband.)

"Acha, thikhe. Please dori ko bandh do." I said. (Okay, fine. Please tie the dori.)

He came to me, and tied the dori again.

I lightly kissed him, and went out.

"Is kiss ko baad main khatam karenge." Dhruv said. (We'll finish this kiss later.)

"Jaisi aapki aagya, patidev." I smiled, and went downstairs. (As you wish, Dear Husband.)

I went down to realize in a few minutes that there was no work left for the day.

I sat on the sofa. Papa, Mummy and Nani Ji were taking a nap, and Anjali Di was on the phone with Abhishek, her 5 year old son, who lived with her ex - husband.

Dhruv came down the stairs, and an idea plopped up in my mind.

"Dhruv. Kaha ja rahe ho tum?" I asked. (Where are you going?)

"Groceries. Tumhe kuch chahiye?" He said. (You want something?)

"Nahi..Mujhe laga tum bhi bore hokar - " I started, but then I got it. (No, I thought you were also bored so - )

"Dhruv, abhi to 2 hi baje hai. Main Chhote ko thodi der bula loon kya?" (It's only 2 right now. Can I call Chhote here for a while?)

"Sure, main Arnav ko phone karta hoon." He said. (I'll just call Arnav.)

"It's okay, tum jao, main phone karti hoon." I said. (You go, I'll call him.)

He went off, ordering Prakash about. Chhote had come in half an hour, and we were chatting about.

Soon, he went away, and it was 5. Dhruv had come back and helped me write as you may know.

"Waise tumhe itni der kaha lag gayi?" I asked. (Btw, what took you so long?)

"I was having fun with my girlfriend." Dhruv said, plainly.

"What?" Everyone said.

"Dhruv?" I asked.

"Guys, mazak kar raha hoon. Smita ke liye shopping karne gaya tha thoda." He said. (I'm joking. I went to shop something for Smita.)

"Kya?" I asked, relieved. (What?)

He pulled out two boxes.

There was a beautiful pink sari in one, with a silver border.

"I love it." I hugged him.

"You're going to love the second one better. Apna mangalsutra utarna ek bar." Dhruv said. (Take off your mangalsutra once.)

"Dhruv, tumhe pata hai main khudse apna mangalsutra kabhi utarkar pahan bhi nahi pati. If I do, I mess up terribly." I laughed. (You know I can never take off or wear my mangalsutra by myself.)

"Acha, lao main karta hoon." He chuckled. (Okay, c'mere. I'll do it.)

He took off my mangalsutra. I turned around.

"Par tumne kyu - Whoa." I gaped. (But why did you - )

In his hand was another mangalsutra, beautiful just like the other one.