Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Naina's POV

"So you will be here by 12. That's great. I will be waiting," my eyes opened to his voice and I saw him talking with someone.

I placed the pillow against the headboard and sat ont the bed.

He looked at me as he cut the mobile.

"Who is coming?" I asked.

"My friend, Avni is coming," he told me.

"Why didn't she come to our wedding?" I asked.

"Because she was in Dehradun due to some office work," he said and I nodded my head in understanding.

"You met her in college?" I asked.

"No, I met her when I went to jaipur for a meeting. Her mother is good friends with Mom and Mom asked me to visit her so I visited them and I stayed with them till I was in jaipur for business and that’s how we became good friends and today she is coming to mumbai for work and she will be staying with us,"he explained.

"Okay. I will go and get freshened up,” I said.

"Okay I will go and bring breakfast," he said and left.

I freshened up, got ready in pink kurti and brown leggings and we had our breakfast together.

"So today you have taken a day off?" I asked.

"Yes, she will be coming so today I will not go to work,” he answered and frankly speaking I didn't like it.

I didn't like that he had taken day off for her.

After breakfast we both decided to watch a movie.

We were watching a movie but he was not concentrating on the movie.

He was always looking at his watch.

Why is he so excited to meet her?

He went in the kitchen and asked Daya uncle to prepare noodles for lunch as it was her favorite.

Finally at 11.45 a.m. the door bell rang.

He ran to open the door and I walked behind him.

He opened the door and pulled her in a hug.

"Wow! We are meeting each other after such a long time,” she said as they broke their long hug.

"Yes. New haircut?" he asked.

"Wow! You noticed it?"

"Of course. This new haircut suits you,” he said and then she looked at me.

"Naina. Right?" she asked.

"Yes. Naina Singhania,” I said and I was surprised by myself, because for the first time I introduced myself as Naina Singhania.

"I know. I am Avni Sinha,” she said as she forwarded her hand and I shook her hand.

"So you have asked uncle to make my favourite lunch. Right?" he asked.

"Yes. Give me the bag,” he said and she gave him a bag and both went towards guestroom.

Why am I feeling this weird sensation in my heart?

After few seconds he came back.

"She has gone to freshen up," he said.

Thank god you didn't help her in freshening up.

"Today why are you so silent?" he asked.

"Nothing...I am fine," I said.

"You liked Avni, right?" he asked.

"Why?" I asked.

"You had not talked with her that's why I was just wondering," he told me.

"Look Ranveer I take time getting close to people. I can't jump to hug them after the first meeting and talk like we are best friend."

I was getting irritated by him.

"Okay I understood," he said and before he could say anything Madam was back.

Uncle left after preparing noodles for lunch and roti and aloo curry for dinner.

"Come on let's have lunch. It's your favorite," he said as she excitedly sat on the dinning table and I went to the kitchen and Ranveer also came after me.

"What happened?" I asked as I was pouring noodles on a plate.

"I came to help you,” he said.

"Really! but you never help me," I said.

"I thought you are angry so.."

"Ranveer I am not angry. Now don’t follow me like a lost puppy and go and take a seat," I said cutting his words off.

Really Naina ?

Lost puppy?

Sometimes you call him Tarzan.

Sometimes you call him puppy.

You are so bad at giving nicknames.

But the best nickname for him would be,

Your husband.

What?

Say again?

My husband.

Huh? My stupid mind.

Always messing up with me.

Look as I was talking with my stupid mind he went to Avni.

I placed everything on the table and he went and sat beside Avni.

Everyday he used to sit beside me but today she took my place.

"I can't wait to have noodles from uncle's hand," she said taking a bite.

After taking a bite she fed him a bite from her plate.

Oh!

Hello!

God has given him two hands and he can eat by himself.

But, Ranveer didn't fed her.

After two to three bites he asked her to stop feeding him and then she concentrated on fulfilling her own stomach.

Feeding him? Really?

He is not a child.

But thank god he stopped her.

I was having my lunch silently as they were both busy talking about her work.

"Naina, why don’t you have more?" he asked as I took the last bite.

I had taken a little amount of noodles.

Glad you noticed it Mr. Singhania.

I thought as you are so busy with her that you will not notice.

"I don’t like noodles,” I said as I took the plate, washed it and then told them to enjoy their lunch and went to my room.

I was angry and I don’t know why was I angry.

Maybe because I had to eat noodles.

Yes, I can eat noodles if I had to but it is not on the list of my favourites.

I decided to continue reading the book which I was reading last night.

It was almost an hour but he was not back.

It takes an hour to have lunch ?

I laid down, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep as I heard footsteps coming towards the room.

Ranveer came inside, climbed the bed and sat beside me.

There was a few seconds of silence then I felt him nuzzling my neck.

What is he doing?

"You called me puppy, right? I know you are awake," he said and continued nuzzling my neck.

As he knew I was awake there was no point in pretending.

I tried to turn around but then he bit my neck.

"Ouch," I screamed.

"You called me puppy, right?" he asked once again and then I realized that he was biting me and nuzzling my neck just because I called him puppy.

I pushed him and turned around and before I could say anything he started tickling me.

"Ranveer..no..stop," I was saying and laughing.

"Take it back," he said

"Stop," I was screaming but he didn’t stop tickling me.

"Okay okay...Yo...u are no...t a puppy," I finally managed to say while he was tickling me.

"Say that you are sorry for calling me puppy.'

"I..I ...a...m sorry for call...ing..you pu...ppy," I finally said and he stopped tickling me.

I sat on the bed and he left my side and bought something which he had kept on the dressing table.

In his hand was a plate of Samosa with chutney.

"How do you know I like samosa?"

I asked excitedly but realized that I was angry and shut my mouth.

"That day when we were having dinner at Mom's house you were telling her what you like and I imprinted it in my brain. I knew you were hungry so after lunch I went out and bought it. Naina I am sorry if I have hurt your feelings unintentionally,” he apologized.

How can someone not like the man sitting in front of me?

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