My First Crush Happened To Be My Hubby!

Chapter 26: 26. Her Love for Him

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!

in this outfit. His strong arms are on display, God, he is killing me with his looks. I took his T-shirt and wore it on my salwar. I played my favorite serial title song on my

singing along. It’s the most

"Ullam kollai poguthada....

Un arugil, Un siripil....

am near you, I

Rishi's PoV

my pending work. I got an order to my boutique for a bridal lehenga. I have to find the right design, color, cloth, pattern and design it. I have 2months

a creative design. I made a note to make a special outfit

starting today. Why don’t I go too? Like, I can see her. Maybe then I can concentrate

the top to see her sitting on the swing wearing my

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 life have I ever listened to the lyrics of a

trance when the song got over. She is still sitting on the swing

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

picked and sat Roshan up on the swing. She is all shy to look at me now. What am

I haven't eaten yet. Uncle here hasn't eaten, too. Can you bring

"ok akka!"

to make a move but that moment was gone.

eat?" my dad called

told you. Everyone in this house has taken an oath to spoil our moment. Even this stupid of my wife spoiled our

T-shirt off and ran past me without even

even 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 am I here at this

coming at the

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

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