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“Ranveer, behave yourself!” I rebuke him, trying to lift his head off my lap, but he tightens his hold on my wrist, not allowing me to push him away.
“I am tired, Sweetheart. Give me a few minutes to rest my eyes. You just concentrate on the movie.” He motions with his head to the television. I want to say he has lost his mind as Mili and Grandpa can walk back any moment. But I am unable to, not when he looks worn out.
“O-okay,” I stutter like an idiot instead.
I try to focus on the movie and not on his head on my lap. Eventually, I feel his breathing get deep and even. When I look down at him, I see he’s fallen asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, I quickly grab the remote and turn off the television. My eyes feast on his relaxed face. I smile and my fingers have a mind of their own as they comb through his silky strands. I know I am living the dream of my life, and that’s how I want to live it. I did freak out when Mili saw us together the other day. But I am coming to terms with the fact that she should soon learn about our relationship. I want us to grow our family. Will we ever be able to have that? Our family? Mili, him, and me?
“God, your hands feel so good,” Ranveer’s deep, sleep-laced voice interrupts my thoughts. “I love your hands on me,” he whispers.
“That tired?” I ask softly, ignoring his sexual comment.
“Hmmm… the office was crazy today with back-to-back meetings,” he mumbles as my fingers continue to comb through his hair.
Suddenly, I recollect what I wanted to talk to him about. “I have something to tell you.”
This gets his attention. He adjusts his position and his big brown eyes stare up at me. “What’s that, Sweetheart?”
“I am meeting Siddh tomorrow. He has the documents ready. I just need to go over and sign them,” I tell him.
“What time are you meeting him tomorrow?” he asks thoughtfully.
“I don’t know. Probably at noon.”
“Okay, I will push my lunch meeting. We’ll go together.”
“How about I go meet Siddh and then later meet you and Mili for an ice cream in the evening?” I ask, changing the subject. I try to veer him, partly because he needs to get hold of his over-possessiveness and partly because his black eyes are boring into mine.
“I am coming with you.”
“No, you are not,” I say, still running my fingers through his hair, not taking my eyes off his.
Before he can fuss over it or say anything, Granddad’s door opens, and I hear footsteps approaching us. I try to pull my hand from his hair, but his hands wrap around my wrist, not allowing me to take off my hands. My heart pounds and goosebumps tingle down my spine. I feel like a college girl who’s been caught with her boyfriend.
“Alisha aunty!” Mili says excitedly. She rushes to the couch where Ranveer’s head is still resting on my lap and jumps next to me. “We completed the puzzle!”
“Aren’t you a genius?” I beam at her.
“That I am,” she says with a proud smile on her face.
I look down at Ranveer, and he winks at me. I plead with my eyes to let go of my hands, and this time, he abides by my wish. I give him a thankful smile and turn to my right to face Mili who now has a deep look on her face.
“Why is Dad lying on your lap?” she questions with a frown. Before I can come up with an excuse, Ranveer pitches in.
“I was tired and my head was hurting, Princess. So, I just wanted to lie down while Alisha aunty massaged my head,” Ranveer replies for me, not bothering to move.
“Alisha aunty is an angel. She sure can make your headache go. I love her so much,” Mili says, gazing adoringly from her dad to me. “Promise me, Aunty, you will never leave me.”
“I won’t, Princess,” I bend and place a soft kiss on her forehead. Though tears burn my eyes and my lower lips quiver, I try to look brave. But the tears feel good. I’m happy. My heart is full of love. Mili is a part of me. Ranveer, her, and I are a family now. I accept the beautiful truth with my whole heart and mind. I’m so grateful for everything and want more. I want to grow our family and have a lot of kids.
As if sensing my turmoil, Ranveer looks right into my eyes. He then gently squeezes my hand and then sits up. I give him a slight nod, letting him know I am happy. The smile that tips his lips tells me he can read my mind.
“Let’s bring our pizza that’s lying cold in the kitchen,” Grandpa suggests.
“Yes, I am so hungry,” Mili says beside him with an excited look on her face.
“Pizza always makes you hungry,” I grin as I tap her nose, which makes her giggle.
We all walk into the kitchen, and we each pull a plate with pizza slices on it before moving back to the living room, taking the same seating as earlier. We spend a few minutes eating and chatting. Mili imitates her school friends and teachers that has us in a fit of laughter.
