Hi everyone! In yesterdays EDT someone mentioned how wonderful it would be if Ram's nickname for Priya is "Priye". I'm not that great of a writer and yet I couldn't help myself so wrote a little something. This is slightly different from the one in the EDT. Hope you enjoy!
Thank you @Bhavisweet03 for this idea!
--- This is after they have been married for a few weeks. Ram is in a rush and wants Priya to help him get ready for work---
"Kahan hai? Kahan hai?" Ram whined as he looked for his business jacket. Priya was busy getting ready herself. She had just come out of the shower and her hair was dripping wet.
Ram flinched when he felt the splatter of the droplets on his face. When he looked to see where it was coming from, he couldn't help but stop for a moment. The source of water was nothing but his wife trying to dry her hair off. He ripped his eyes away from her and resumed his search for his coat.
Not a second after he did that did he feel the same drops of water once again grazing his face.
"Offo Priya! Mujhe der ho rahi hai aur tumhare gille baar mujhe phir se ek aur shower de rahi hai!" Ram exclaimed.
Priya turned to face Ram. " Acha? Mujhe der nahi ho rahi hai khya? Waise ek aur shower se kya problem hai tumhe? Waise bhi bacho ki tarah tumhe baarish bohot pasand hai. Bas mere gille baalo ko bhi tum baarish ki boonde samaj lo. Tab itna irritation nahi hoga" Priya retorted.
Ram chuckled forgetting his frustration for a moment at Priyas words. Say what you would but her sense of humor was getting better day by day.
Ram sighed. "Acha, please Priye. Mera coat pass kardena mujhe itni der ho gayi," Ram exclaimed only to blush uncontrollably as he realized what he has done.
"Priya. Meine bola Priya!" Ram quickly rushed to correct himself.
Priya frowned not realizing Ram's error, "Ofo!" She exclaimed and started to help him look for his coat.
"Tum mard sab na ek jaise hote ho. Mujhe bhi der ho rahi hai. Kitni baar kaha hai tumse ki apna saara saman dhyan se raat ko rak do taki der na ho subha. Lekin nahi. Tumhe toh kharate aur apni tablets se foorsat kahan milti hai".
Ram smiled. Even as she scolded him she didn't stop trying to look for his coat. In her irritation there was a hint of care that rested right in the middle of her nose. Shriveled in anger and huffing away at her husbands lack of care. Ram admired her going out of her way for him.
"Yeh lo tumhara saat rangi coat. Ab yeh nahi kehna ki tumhe ab joote nahi mil rahe", Priya teased as she handed him back his coat.
"Acha baba thank you! Waise bhi aaj mere saat rangi coat ke saat colorful joote match nahi karte" Ram retorted back.
Priya smirked. She was becoming used to him. His childish manner and forgetfulness was growing on her. No matter how angry or upset she was she could never fully yell at him or be angry at him for long.
Together they commenced getting ready. As they both rushed out, they bumped slightly into each other. Priya ignored it and continued to rush out the door to the University. Ram, as much of a hurry as he was in- lingered for a moment. This was his wife. Hardworking, smart, angry, caring, and full of wonder. He didn't know it yet. But he was quickly falling for his "Priye".
