Originally posted by: Samanalyse
@Riya: I just thought of a continuation to your HC.
So by the time Kunal wakes up the next morning, Kuhu is already ready and out of their room. His back is killing him and he curses the couch. He sees the now-wilting rose on the dressing table and gets a pang as he thinks about last night, the moment he was having with Kuhu and how it was interrupted. To his own surprise he finds that his irritation is not directed at Kuhu but at bhai -- he quickly shakes his head, mashes the thought down and gets ready.
Kunal goes down and he barely catches a glimpse of Kuhu as she rushes out for another meeting. He's all grumpy thinking that her work has become so important that she doesn't have time for him anymore, when Parul reminds him that today is her big presentation for that high-end, NRI client. Kunal feels another surge of guilt because he promised to look over Kuhu's estimates last week but never got around to it in all this drama. He leaves for work, but feels disgruntled and uncomfortable all day from the combination of his conscience and his back.
He keeps procrastinating going home, finally gets back at 10:30pm. The whole house is quiet (he messaged Parul and told them not to wait up) so he goes stright up to their room. He is shocked to find Kuhu fast asleep on the sofa! There's a note on the bed that says, "If you insist on being a #ladakuchokro, please prove whatever point you need to comfortably, on the bed. There's no need to add back pain to the list of reasons I worry about you."
Right then, Kuhu turns around in her sleep and he can see that her eyebrows are furrowed. He kneels down and caresses her cheek while he smooths her forehead out softly with his thumb, just about ready to burst with amazement at how much she cares, how minutely she observes him even when they don't communicate all day. He gently picks her up, carries her across the room, places her on her side of the bed and pulls the blanket over her.
He gets up to go change when he feels her hand grabbing onto his and holding him back. She murmurs something, half-asleep, about how she is just as #ziddhi as him and she won't let him sleep on the couch again. He's afraid he's wake her up if he tries to pull away so he just sighs, smiles and settles down next to her. He thinks he'll go change when her hand relaxes but he ends up falling into the most peaceful sleep he's had in days.
Now can someone else please write what happens when Kuhu wakes up in the morning, inexplicably on the bed, next to her husband (who is usually extremely particular about showering and changing before getting into his bed) in full suit and tie? đ
Awwww Sam, that was so cute!! I had the biggest grin on my face at the end. '
To continue it...
Kuhu woke up in the morning with the sunlight filtering through the window shades into her eyes. She squinted and sighed, and tried to get up, but found a strong, firm arm locking her in place. She turned around and found that she had fallen asleep in the bed with her back against Kunal's front.
"Didn't I fall asleep on the couch yesterday? How did I end up on the bed?" She thought to herself.
She looked at Kunal again, realizing that he had fallen asleep in his work clothes, his tie loosened around his neck and his hair tousled in a rugged, handsome way. She realized, with a shock, that he must have picked her up and carried her to the bed last night and fallen asleep next to her. She smiled and ran a gentle hand through his hair, brushing it away from his forehead. Asleep, he looked so content, so relaxed. She wished he could look like this all the time, but she knew that it would disappear the second he woke up. She sighed again and carefully removed his arm from her waist and went to go shower and get ready.
After she got ready, Kunal was still asleep. She went over to the bed, sat next to him and gently shook him awake. "Kunal! Utho. You're gonna be late."
Kunal woke to a vision. Kuhu was sitting next to him, her hair still wet, wearing a saree. On closer look, it was the same grey saree he had tried gifting her. He woke up with a jolt, a look of awe spreading across his face. Kuhu's eyes narrowed. "Kya hua? Subah subah itna smile kyun kar rahe ho?"
Kunal frowned. "Tumne to uss din kaha tha ki tume saree pehne nahi aati? Tumne jhoot bola kya?"
"Haan. Kyunki main tumse irritated thi," Kuhu's nose scrunched up cutely.
"Aur ab? Ab tum irritated nahin ho kya?" Kunal asked, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
Kuhu looked into his hazel eyes. They were filled with wonder, lust, and maybe... love?
"Main tumse zyada der tak irritated nahin reh sakti," Kuhu confessed.
Kunal felt guilty for being mad at her. "Acchi lag rahi ho tum," he said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I know!" Kuhu said cheerfully, and pulled the blankets off of him. "Now get up!" She strode out of the door. Kunal smiled and shook his head.
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I could continue this, but I don't have very good ideas right now. Anyone else wanna continue? If not, I'm gonna sit on this for a while and think.
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