My First Crush Happened To Be My Hubby!

D's PoV

After helping Chinna anna in cooking lunch, I came to my favorite spot in this house - The Swing. Shekar uncle said he will come for lunch regularly from now. How sweet of him right!? I am now surfing through some songs that will tell him how much I love him and how I feel about him. I'm folding his clothes and mine. I have to ask Ravi about the ironing board and iron box. His shirts are to be ironed. I also thought of some songs like 'mudhar kanave' (my first dream) from Majnu(a tamil movie) just to kindle my memories in his goddamn mind. 

How did I recognise him and he did not?! Shithead!

D, think with your mind. He is your first crush. He saw you in his 12th standard. Which means you may not be his first crush. You remember him because he made butterflies when you hit your puberty. He is special to you. But why should you be the same to him?

Can't you take up my side for at least an instance? You always say things which make me question my decision of marrying him. What the hell were you doing when I decided to marry him, idiot?

I tried to tell you. But you shut me out, D. You were behaving like a love-struck puppy and he had the bone. 

You are so not my mind. Get lost Mindy. I chased Mindy away, she is no good use to me.

Something tells me that he is going to come for lunch. I am still in my pjs. I haven't bathed yet. This folding can wait. I don’t wanna get embarrassed again for not bathing if he comes for lunch now.When I come after bathing it's 1.30pm already. Perfect time for lunch. But no one is home yet. Ravi too went out to meet his friends. 

I sat on the swing and resumed my song search while folding the clothes. I so wanted to see him now. He is so manly and handsome. I love him. No words can convey my love for him.

Why don’t you write a love poem for your hubby, D!? It will be romantic.

You want me to write a love letter? Are you nuts? We are married dumbhead! 

So what, D? You love him, right? 

Mmmmmm? yes, I do! But I'm not good at writing poems. I will think about it though!

God, he is killing me with his looks. I took his T-shirt and wore it on my salwar. I played my

most lovable melody I have ever

"Ullam kollai poguthada....

Un arugil, Un siripil....

my heart when I am near you, I forget

Rishi's PoV

to find the right design, color, cloth,

note to make a special outfit for her. All unique and beautiful. I tried hard to concentrate

I go too? Like, I can see her. Maybe then I can concentrate on

wearing my T-shirt hugging it. She was singing the song along until

song goes on and we lock our eyes with each other. I have never heard this song before. I don’t know which movie it is from. But the song is beautiful. It feels like she is singing it to me!  Never in my

song got over. She is still sitting on the swing looking at me in the eye while I started

can dance if I finish my lunch. Just call mommy and ask. I finished it completely." Roshan, our neighbor

I backed off while she picked and sat Roshan up on the swing. She is all shy to look at me now.

can dance, Shan. I haven't eaten yet. Uncle here hasn't eaten, too. Can you bring your painting book and do

"ok akka!"

her wait for me to make a move but that moment was gone. With so much to

home already! Shall we eat?"

in this house has taken an oath to spoil our moment. Even

and took my T-shirt off and ran past me without even looking

get to talk alone with her. I went down too, to have lunch. Dad had this unbelievable look on me. He must be thinking why the hell

coming at the

at me? Seriously, dad? God, what is with everyone?