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Samrat sighed. “What is with the women in our lives pushing us towards other women? Can’t they see we want only them? Anyway, so go as planned and I will get Anu to witness it from my balcony.”

Sidhu grinned. “I will. I definitely will.”

When Samrat was about to head back home, Sidhu grinned and asked him, “So you and Mahi huh? Is it serious?”

“Well, it is serious for me. But knowing her track record, I’ll probably need to kidnap her and tie her up somewhere for her to marry me like my mother did with my father. But I’m giving Mahi some time to get accustomed to me. I’m not the easiest person to live with or get along with,” said Samrat gruffly.

Sidhu smiled, remembering Mahi fondly. “I don’t think she would be either.”

CHAPTER 29

Mahi was just about to sit down for her evening snack when her bell rang. Samrat had gotten that fixed along with adding some ridiculous security measures around her house.What did he think that the seniors in the neighborhood would try and attack her during the night?She shook her head smiling.

Although in the past weeks, Samrat had sneaked into her house for a few hours, she missed holding him and sleeping with him during the nights.

She often saw Ananya in the balcony or outside Samrat’s house and waved to her. Ananya in her classic manner would just stare blankly, as though she were in middle of contemplating the global warming issue, and didn’t want to be disturbed until she found a resolution.

She knew Samrat was getting impatient and he growled out his threats often, to drag her to his sister and get the conversation started. But she had been putting it off, not finding the right moment to break the ice between Ananya and herself.

“I don’t expect a friendship bracelet from her. But would it kill her to smile at me once in a while?” she muttered while removing the two safety latches and then two hard locks.

She opened the door absently, preoccupied in her own thoughts, only to stare at the person in front of her.

“Sidhu?” she blurted out in shock.

Sidhu smiled at her. “Oh hi, Mahi. I was just driving by, and ever since you returned, I was thinking of meeting you. Can I come in?”

She blinked a couple of times before nodding at him with a slight frown and then letting him in.

“Hmm something smells nice in here. Oh wow vadas?” Sidhu asked excitedly, looking at the snack plate on her coffee table.

Mahi just nodded, still wondering why he dropped by at her place to meet her all of a sudden after nearly eleven months of her returning back to India.

She sat opposite to him while he was helping himself to her vadas along with the chutney she had made using her aunt’s recipe.

“Hey that was mine!” she told him in a mock angry tone that she had used when they were in college.

Sidhu looked at her sheepishly after he almost finished all the vadas. “I remember how I used to finish all your home packed lunches. Your aunt was a great cook. As soon as I saw you, the first thing I did was to grab your lunch and then run away with it,” he reminded her, flashing his dimples.

Seeing Sidhu’s mischievous smile reminded her of the boy she had fallen madly in love with when she was eighteen.

She smiled recalling one of their first conversations with each other, just after four weeks of college.

“So Mahi, what are we naming our children? You know, after five years of marriage, when I feel I have spent sufficient alone time with you, I want us to have a daughter who looks just like you, and then later, after a few more years, a son who looks as handsome as me,” a guy asked her.

She was shocked and then pissed that a strange guy would dare to speak so freely with her and that too about having children with her. “What? How dare you—” she began, about to rip him to pieces.

The guy’s eyes twinkled with humor. “Based on your frequent looks towards me these past four weeks, I figured you liked what you saw, and so did I. So, why waste time? We should be together, it’s meant to be… ” he said, winking at her.

She didn’t particularly like good looking guys, especially ones who knew they were good looking and were cocky. And this one was in a league of his own.

“Sidhant… is it? You are nothing special. There are a lot of better looking guys than you, and they are even humble, unlike you,” she scoffed, even though it was a lie.

He was stunningly good looking and he knew it. She and the other girls couldn’t take their eyes off him whenever he was around.

He broke into another gorgeous grin, “Oh really? Let’s come back to this topic after a month or so and then see what you have to say at that time. And Mahi… by then… you’ll call me Sidhu,” he promised her.

After a couple of months, she gave in to Sidhu’s wooing, because he was genuinely sweet and mischievous, while also being understanding of her various hang-ups.

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