Isha's POV

i got up and directly went to have a wash with my morning routine. i thought to text after i got dressed because if he called me now i am looking like a mess with nest hair.

I had just stepped out of the shower, still towel-drying my hair, when I heard the doorbell ring.

Too early for the milkman. Too early for relatives. Too early for anything, really.

Unless...

I peeked out my window.

Yep. There he was. Standing at the gate with a sheepish grin and a box of sweets, like he was on some kind of peace mission.

Amaan.

I threw on a kurta and rushed downstairs, still pinning my hair up as I opened the door.

"You're early," I said, half-accusing, half-melting.

"You didn't text me good morning," he replied, stepping in like he owned the place. "I panicked."

"Panicked?"

"Yes. What if you forgot about me? What if your mom bribed you to stay with parathas and emotional manipulation?"

I laughed as he handed over the sweet box to my mom, who'd come rushing in behind me.

"Aunty, good morning!" he said, suddenly all sanskaari and smooth. "Thought I'd come early and steal your daughter back."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "She was just saying she missed you."

"Maa!" I groaned.

"She did," my dad added, peeking out from behind the newspaper.

"Uncle, I missed her too," Amaan said, walking over to touch his feet. "Also... is it okay if I join you for lunch?"

"You came early just for lunch, didn't you?" my bestie who came on the same time said, glaring with fake suspicion.

Amaan grinned. "Well, and for your sister. But mostly for lunch."

The house was buzzing. Mom was setting the table, Dad had switched on the news, and my bestie had vanished somewhere, probably playing bodyguard to the food.

I slipped away to my room, needing a second to breathe and maybe check my reflection.

The door creaked open behind me.

I didn't have to look. I knew it was him.

"Thought you'd be too busy charming my parents," I said, pretending to fuss with my dupatta in the mirror.

"I am," Amaan said, his voice closer now. "But I needed a minute with my wife first."

Wife.

That word still made my heart skip.

I turned around just as he reached me, his hands finding my waist like they belonged there. Like they'd never belonged anywhere else.

"You came early," I whispered.

"You didn't text me."

"I was going to..."

"I know." He leaned his forehead against mine. "I just missed you."

We stood there in the quiet hum of the old fan and distant kitchen clatter. The light from the window cut across his face, and I noticed he hadn't even gelled his hair properly. He must've rushed here like he couldn't wait another second.

I slid my arms around his neck.

"I missed you too," I said softly. "Like... painfully."

He smiled, that slow crooked grin that always got me. "So we're both miserable without each other. Good. Balance."

I laughed, and he leaned in slow, gentle, like we had all the time in the world. Our lips met in a kiss that was soft at first, then deeper, familiar, anchoring. The kind that says I'm here now. You're mine.

We pulled away just enough for him to murmur, "Next time, I'm coming with you. Wherever you go."

"Even if it's to my cousin's boring kitty party?"

"I'll be there with a plate of samosas and emotional support."

I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible."

He kissed my forehead. "And yours."

After that we took a nape until lunch because he might be tired and this cuddle bear didn't release me.

Finally the time arrived for lunch and he finally got grumpily as he is getting much time with me.

I saw him smiling like an devil

Isha (by frowning)
"Why are you smiling like a creep"

Amaan
"Actually I should kidnap you from everyone next time and its a good idea too"

Isha (shooked my head)
"You will not something like that and I'll not go anywhere after this"

Amaan (smiling)
"Of course butter you will never go without me"

By the time we came down, Amaan had settled into our house like he'd lived there forever.

He helped my mom set the table, asked my dad about politics (big mistake), and even offered to help with the dishes (which she firmly refused, obviously).

Lunch was chaos in the best way. The table was crowded with steaming bowls aloo sabzi, paneer, rice, raita, and fresh hot rotis straight from the tawa.

Amaan made himself right at home, sitting next to my dad, arguing about cricket, praising my mom's food like it was a Michelin-star meal, and letting my bestie make fun of her about her maintenance routine.

I sat back and watched it all unfold.

Him, laughing with my family. My mom sneaked an extra sabzi onto his plate. My dad nodded approvingly. My bestie is pretending to hate him but secretly enjoying the fun.

This is my life now.

One foot still in the house I grew up in, the other already tangled with his.

And somehow, it all fits.

After lunch, Amaan leaned toward me and whispered, "Ready to come home now?"

I smiled.

"I already am."

"Let's go home fast I'm excited to meet everyone and missed them too"

"You are always excited" smiling at me he replied more like admiring me.

After we said good bye to my parents which made me quite emotional but smiled as I can visit them anytime.

Hope in the car to go to my house, hoping not see those witches again.

As soon as we started the sleep got over me. Let's see where my married life takes me

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