ArunaSumit looked at me with disbelief. The food on the plate was long forgotten."You knew I had an anxiety attack yesterday and yet you pretended to remain oblivious about it?"

ArunaI closed the second suitcase and put it away and walked out of the walk-in closet. It was quite late, and we had a morning flight tomorrow. W had left my parents' house with a teary goodbye. It wasn't easy knowing that I only get to see them, talk to them virtually as we would be miles apart. I had to repeatedly reassure ma that we would be okay, that I'd try to visit them once or twice a year. Somehow I had to convince myself about it as well.

ArunaSumit did not explain his perpetual dislike for Ankush bhaiya any further, and neither did I prod him about it. Our fingers were still intertwined.He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair before continuing,

ArunaMy mouth fell open. Did he just say...? My eyes turned into the size of golf balls when I caught the growing smirk on his oh-so inviting lips.I could feel the heat creep up from the base of my neck and spread to the tip of my ears. I scowled at him even though my heart was beating erratically. I tried my best to hold his stare and keep my breathing even. I kept up my front. However, his smirk did not waver at all. My hold on the spoon tightened, his eyes darting towards the small action and his lips split into a full-blown grin as his eyes glinted with mischief.Why that..."Is Aruna Mathur Kapoor nervous?" He drawled. I glared and decided to give my attention to the chocolaty goodness. My mind was frazzled as I cut a small portion and shoved it into my mouth, trying my best not to moan as it assaulted my taste buds and also tried to ignore the burning gaze of my husband.I scrunched up my nose, "Kiss you? Have you seen your face? Had you been Fawad Khan then I could take the o

Sumit"So did you thank him?" was the first thing I asked after entering our apartment. I tried to keep my tone cool even though I was anything but. "Hm," she answered noncommittally from the couch where she was sprawled with a novel in her hand. Not getting my desired answer but not wanting to seem nosy (no matter how much I wanted to be that) I decided to go and freshen up.--*--"So how was your day?" Aruna asked me as I went and took my seat on another couch next to the one where she was now sitting. The paperback copy of 'Gone With The Wind' lying on the coffee table. "Busy," I murmured, taking out my phone and started scrolling through the emails. She snorted, "Yeah, I guessed that much as you did not call me after reaching there". I looked up. My heart did a stupid flip, however, I raised a questioning eyebrow and managed to pull up a smirk, "Why? Were you eagerly waiting for the phone call?""Uh... no. I was not," she replied gingerly before getting up and busying herself in th