Married. Chapter 3. " The Dinner. Cont. "

The dinner table was laid, Dhruv was waiting in his tux and bumchums. Yes bumchums, because he was too tired to press his trousers after cooking all those things Ria loved. To hide the fact that he wasn't wearing trousers, he replaced the short floral table cloth with the velvet white one, which ended three inches above the floor. It was their first dinner in their new flat. He knew, Ria would take a hundred selfies before touching the food, in thousand poses, with hashtags #foodgasm, #foodislove #whenbaecooks #foodislife  and few more, and he thought that the selfies won't show his bottom. " I am a genius, what a life hack. You don't have to wear pants, if you don't have to get up. " he mumbled. He was probably proud of himself, that he saved a few calories by not pressing his pants and wearing them, apart from the fact that those batman printed boxers were heaven.
The Menu ?
Butter Chicken, Shahi Paneer and Kulcha, accompanied by The Choudhury's Roshogolla, and two glasses with Vincent Girardin, Cuvée Saint-Vincent, Bourgogne Rouge, he read slowly holding the bottle, trying hard to pronounce it correctly.
The bedroom's door opened, Adaria Solanki Choudhury, the beautifully badass Agnivanshi Rajput, was standing in front of him. She was tall and fit, not as fair as milk, but possessing the soothing Indian skin tone, like a Goddess. Dhruv looked at her, as if there's no tomorrow, like he just fell off from heaven and knew nothing of this land, but he's awestruck seeing an angel in this human world. Satin smooth hair, curled to perfection, the bewitching black eyeliner with mascara and no hint of makeup on her face, but only the matte Ruby Red Mac he gifted her last week. The Mango dress, her sister brought from her recent trip to NY, Lusty Red coloured silk knee length dress. Perfectly suiting her athletic body with hints of skin around her waist, making it paradisiacal. Dhruv was mesmerised seeing her, his throat dried up, and heart skipped beats, his blood raced through his veins, as if injected with gallons of T-booster. He tried to speak, but he was numb. He still looked at her like the first day.
" God ! Thank You so much, for blessing me with a wife this beautiful !!! " He said in his mind.
Ria stood there for a few seconds, she noticed that he was lost in his own thoughts. Ria questioned, " Dhruv, where's my phone ?? "
Unanswered, she asked again, in a louder voice, " DHRUV !!!! My phone ? " She saw, Dhruv as in his own world, looking at her with the idiotic smile in his face, with his chin resting on his hands. She found her phone near the drawer, and went towards the table.
" Dhruv, how do I look ? " She went closer and asked, as if intentionally to break the silence and pull him back to earth.
As she came near the table, he stood up and pulled the chair for her, as chivalrous as it could be. " You look beautiful, Ria !!! " Accompanied by a " Please " offering her the seat. Holding her hand, and gently kissing her he pushed the chair back. Ria sat and when she bowed her head a bit to say " Thank You. " She couldn't help but notice his batman boxers. Ria burst into laughter, looking at him.
" Dhruv, too tired to press, right ? " She knew exactly what Dhruv thought, still laughing.
Dhruv failed, miserably. Maybe because, some habits don't change, his chivalry duped him. He was embarrassed, and couldn't help but start giggling too.

The Photography session ended, three photos posted with the same caption what Dhruv thought of, he intentionally served in Microwavables because, he knew his wife very well. Dhruv had this sense of inner satisfaction when she posted with the same hashtags, he felt like he is not a bad husband at all.
They finished dinner, and he poured the wine, The Vincent Girardin, Cuvée Saint-Vincent, Bourgogne Rouge. Sipping, Dhruv asked, " how was your day ? "
She thought of replying with just ' Nice ", but then realised that would ruin the mood.
" Abhi jab aap jaisa koi meri zindagi mein hai !
Kaha kisi shaam ki itni himmat, jo bura beet jane ki gustakhi kaise kare ? "
She remembered, this was the exact same line Dhruv wrote in his poetry, she said this in a tone that was sprinkled with lust. Dhruv smiled, thinking that she remembers everything about him and replied.
 " Aap baarish o si, meri zindagi mein khushia leke barse ...
shaam o mein aapne hazaro rang bhar die ..
apko khone ki gustakhi kaise kare ? " she added.
" Gustakhi maaf, Mohterma,
Par abhi Raat dhali nahi,
aur abhi shaam beetni baaki hai ...
Abhi bas badal chae hai, barishe huyi nahi,
abhi aapko rang-o se jeetna baaki hai ! "
This time, she was numb hearing these lines from the Bong who was a sometimes good shayar too, she blushed like a kid, pulling him towards her leaning forward to kiss.
" Pinot Noir never fails. " The little devil in him, laughed.

Who knew, that the guy who never touched alcohol till his twenty third birthday, would be sipping Red Wine ? Who thought, that the guy who was so shy to talk with girls, that he cried, when a girl asked him to remove his bag from her place in kindergarten. Who would have thought, Ria would be settled ? She'll have a family too ? After all those  mishaps ???  Well, no one did, but miracles do happen.