Arranged In Amour

13

It's been over a month now. A very long month. Ishika and Siddhartha were living their long-distance relationship.

Every day without fail, Sidd face-timed Ishika for lunch. They bonded well over food. He still sends his breakfast and dinner pictures to her.

Ishika was happy to see him taking care of his meals. They talked on the phone but she wanted to be in his arms. He wanted to bite her cheeks which looked like two cute tomatoes even after a little flirting. She wished to trace every detail of his face while he slept and run her fingers through his soft hair. He wished to feed her lunch from his hands and kiss every inch of her beautiful face for dessert.

Ishika's pov

Today while talking to Sidd during lunch, I asked him for his Christmas plans. I was hoping that he wouldn't have anything lined up and we could just plan a small meeting. Maybe if he was free, he could come to Jaisalmer. But Mr workaholic Singh Rathore said that he is going to Banglore.
Milna to chodo he said he won't be able to video call me for lunch as well because he would be surrounded by his clients and colleagues.
But I understand that work is his priority. And I swear I am not upset.

Ok

Fine

Just a bit disappointed.
I wished him all the best for his meetings before disconnecting the call. He will leave tomorrow morning for Banglore.
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After a long day, I was having dinner with bhai, bhabhi and Inu. I only eat my dinner after he sends me the picture of his plate. It has been like a routine for the last month. And I am a bit sad that our routine would go on pause for a week.

"What's wrong Ishki, you are looking upset."

"Nothing Bhabhi, I am just a bit tired."

"OK so I have news, that will surely lift your mood."

"Oh, what is it."

"so Ishki you know soon you will get married and start your new life. So your Bhai and I have decided that we will spend this winter vacation in Udaipur, your favourite city of lakes."

"really bhabhi."

"Really mumma."

Inaya and I shouted at the same time.

"Really My girls." said Bhai, and Bhabhi chuckled at our excitement.

"but there is a problem."

"what's wrong ishki," Bhai asked me.

"bhai, bhabhi you know my boss is a real Hitler, he will never approve my leave." I said with a fake sad pout.

"Achha toh I am a Hitler, now."

"Not you bhai, but my boss is."

"And who is your boss, princess?"

I called Bhai near like I was going to tell some great secret. When he brought his ear near, I shouted in his ear
"HITLER"

Bhabhi and Inaya busted out laughing loudly while I ran to save my life.

Bhaiya caught me as I was about to shut the door of my room on his face.

Bhaiya twisted both my hands behind my back but not tight enough to hurt me, and then he tickled me. God, I was laughing so hard.
"Sorry bhaiii."

"So who's the Hitler."

"Not you bhai. Definitely not you bhai. Anyone but you."

"good girl," finally he let me go. And I did the most mature thing, I stuck out my tongue at him.
But he deserved it.

"Teri in harkato me baad I doubt ki kahin teri shaadi mi maine jaldi to ni kari. Otherwise, Siddharth will say I married him off to a baby."

"Bhhaaiiiii"

"Accha sun toh hum parso niklenge Udaipur ke liye par teri official leave kal se hi shuru hai. Kal meri teeno special girls ke liye meri taraf se unlimited shopping trip."

"Bhai you are the best," I said while giving him a bear hug.

"This same bhai was a Hitler 5 minutes ago."

"Don't worry Bhai you are improving." I teased him.

He softly twisted my ear in fake anger.

"Bhai it's been ages since you last gave me your world-famous hair massage," I said while pouting.

"Jaa nautanki, tel le kar aa."

"I ran to the washroom to fetch the hair oil while bhai played the 'champi' song on his phone.

While bhai was massaging my scalp, we both loudly sang the song along.
This was our tradition from when I was very young. I love the hair massage from Bhai, it relieves me from any tension or stress that I may have.
When I was little, I never allowed anyone to touch my hair, no babysitter, helper or even parlour wali aunty. That was a privilege only my bhai had.
Thanks to me, now he is an expert in doing any hairstyle that YouTube can teach.

I love my bhai more than any words could ever express. Not any language or all the languages altogether have enough words to convey my love, gratitude and respect that I have for my bhai. He is my lifeline.

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