"This one?" Sidharth pulled out a yellow dress from the rack.
"Your eyes will burn." She shrugged.
"They will, but I think you'll look nice in it." He said.
"I know." She muttered.
"Sanu, we'll wear pink? Dono?" Naina asked, looking through the rack. Ruhi was twirling around Sidharth, bored.
"Haan. That sounds nice." She nodded.
"Are you hungry, Ruh?" Shehnaaz asked, stroking her head.
"Nayi. Maine aapka half bournvita pi liya." Ruhi said, shoving her face into Sidharth's back out of boredom.
"You don't want anything, my love?" Sidharth asked, pulling her forward.
"Nahi." She pouted.
"We'll go a local place na? For gift wale clothes." Shehnaaz turned around.
"Haan. Sweetheart, pay for all this. Shehnaaz and I will be back." Sidharth mumbled, he was so distracted. He pulled out his card and handed it to Naina.
"Where are you guys going?" Naina asked.
"Shehnaaz ko kuch aur khareedna hain. And Ruhi, don't let go of Di. Raju ke saath hi rehna." Sidharth instructed.
"Raju bhaiya ki band bajjaa rahi hain Anjali." Babe giggled, watching the man walk behind her with her shopping bags in his hand.
"Regret kar raha hoga." Sidharth chuckled, his hand moved around, looking for hers to hold. His hand was warm when he clasped her cold one in it.
"Of course." Naina chuckled.
"Saath chalenge na mamu?" She looked back at them.
"Nahi. Later. Go find whatever you need to, we'll be back in a few minutes." He denied, tugging her closer.
"Kya kar rahe ho tum dono?" Naina squinted her eyes. Shehnaaz's cheeks heated up.
"Kaam." He said nonchalantly, pulling her away. She was blushing like a little girl.
"Itne easily kaise bach jaate ho?" She asked.
"Tere jaise muh laal karke toh khada nahi hosakta." He muttered, looking around.
"What do you want to buy?" He went on, not giving her a chance to come back.
"How wild is it that I wanna visit Victoria Secret?" She mumbled.
"Woh kya hota hain?" He frowned, she wanted to kiss the daylight out of this perfect man.
"Lingerie." She giggled, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.
"Oh." He frowned.
"Lekin mera size milega bhi nahi shayad waha. Everything is so... Pretty and classy... For like sleek bodies." She said, tugging her kurti lower and crossing the free arm over her stomach.
"You're pretty and classy, what the heck?" He exclaimed.
"Haan... Lekin those bodies na? No a curve too big... Sab perfectly proportionate.... Not a single unnecessary bulge... You know?" She asked, resting her face against his bicep. She was young, so young in her heart - he could tell. And she wasn't insecure, he knew that. But moments like these, when young girls were shown the picture of perfection, it left them confused.
"Bodies... As long as they're functioning and are fit... They're perfect." He sighed. He didn't know what else to say to her. She was so adorable, and the fact that she even had a thought like this was killing her. They walked into the store.
"Haan I know! Lekin dekhne mein? If you see... Anjali is so perfect na? She's tall... Not too curvy or fat. She looks so nice. Fashionable kapde pehenti hai." She shrugged.
"Kaan ke neeche lagaungi ek agar khud ko kisi ke saath compare kiya toh." He growled.
"Compare kaha kar rahi hoon?" She pouted.
"Yeh sab kya hai phir, gadhi? Perfect ka definition kisne likha? Who even wrote down the terms for that? What you perceive to be perfect is your perfection. You're beyond perfect. I don't think you even realise how fucking hot you are, meri phatti padi thi inn doh haftonse... Sleeping next to you, touching you. Fuck. Bakwaas math kar." He scoffed, watching her shuffle through the racks of clothing.
"Yaar? Tum toh mujhe sarr pe chadake baith jaate ho. Mai toh ek gandha sa kurta pehenke baal ki gucchi banake baith jaati hoon ghar pe and you still call me all those beautiful hot things. Lekin fact toh yahi haina? I'm motu. Cute hoon. Hot nahi... Model types." She shrugged. She was so annoying sometimes. His hand came down on her plump bottom, taking the chance that no one was around.
"Personal preference? I don't find lean bodies attractive. Matlab mujhe bohot unusual lagta hain - the bones sticking out. But does that mean they're ugly?" He asked her.
"Nahi. Obviously not." She frowned.
"Exactly, sweetheart. Just because I personally don't find that attractive - which means that it's not my perception of perfection, but that doesn't mean they're ugly, right?" He asked. She nodded, her bottom lip jutted out.
"You're perfect, Shehnaaz. In all ways. Pagal hai lekin perfect bhi. Kya karna hai haddiya bahar karke? Even better for me, so much to grab onto." He whispered, ducking his face to press his lips to her ear.
"Yaar?" She whimpered, moving away from him.
"Kya yaar? Get a few things. We'll leave warna doondh the doondh the aaynge, and will find us in a lingerie store." He chuckled.
"We've been looking around so aimlessly. Sexy kapde lekin ugly." She muttered.
"That's because we're looking in this section." He laughed loudly, way too loudly. There were too many things here, but for the bedroom.
"Leh loon ek?" She giggled, wiggling her brows at him suggestively.
"Teri marzi." He chuckled, his cheeks heating up.
"Tere liye hi na par?" She asked, leaning back against him. The strong whiff of her shampoo filled him. She had him consumed, the very air around her had him covered.
"Blue? Mera favourite colour hai." She whispered, pulling out a hanger. It was a two piece, lacy and beautiful.
"Go for it." He grinned.
"Kitne Besharam hogaye hai. Sana - a few months ago - would have passed out sharam se. Bhigaad diya bacche ko aapne." She muttered, walking off towards the swim suit collection.
"Waise tum sabko darling bolte ho? Awaara chichore ho? Thik nahi sakte ek jagah mei?" She looked at him angrily.
"Flow mei nikal gaya!" He grimaced.
"Flow mei kaise nikal jaata hai? Dariya ho? Jo aise beh gaye?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Kuch zyada hi possessive nahi ho rahi ho?" He asked, squinting his eyes at her.
"Accha ji?" She gasped.
"Ma'am? May I help you? Koyi specifications and sizes hain toh boliye?" They heard a boy's voice. Shehnaaz's brows furrowed as she turned around.
