"Maan language......." Meera chided Abhimaan and he apologized "Sorry...."

but within seconds realisation struck him and he spoke "What sorry?.......FUCK my language, I will FUCKING talk like this for that FUCKER crush of yours, you FUCKING understand" Abhimaan said irritatedly, stressing the words

Meera gave a pointed flat look "yeh thoda zyada ho gya abhi Maan"

(Now it's enough)

"Seriously, kis pe daya aa raha hai maharani apko ?" Abhimaan asked sarcastically

(Seriously, upon whom her highness is sympathetic?)

"Maharaj hum abhi public place par hain so please calm down" Meera said but a small laugh escaped from her throat

(Your highness we are now at a public place so please calm down)

"Reminiscing the memories, are we?" Abhimaan asked clutching his lower lip between his upper and lower jaw, in anger.

"Maan please na...... woh Mr. Shekhawat ke upar crush wali baat bohot purani hai .......infact woh toh crush bhi nhi thay mere, he was just an.......kya kehte hai? woh word yaad nhi aa raha......jo feeling temporary hota hai, bohot hi zyada short time ke liye rehta hai and woh sirf outer appearance ke chalte hi ata hai"

(Maan please na.....it's been long since I had a crush on Me.Shekhawat........infact he wasn't my crush at all, rather he was just an........ what's the word?........ i couldn't remember the word......it's all about a temporary feeling that to for a short period of time which was out of the external appearance )

"Infatuation" Abhimaan put the word into her mouth

"Haan wahi wahi infatuation.....I was just infatuated for a day or two that's it........... magazine padh rahi thi toh unke baare mein article aya tha......." Meera's words were interrupted by Abhimaan

(Yes Yes correct infatuation.......I was just infatuated for a day or two that's it...........i was reading a magazine and came across an article about Me. Shekhawat..........)

Abhimaan raised his pointed finger, pausing Meera and said " bare mein? Huhhh!! Itni respect dene ki zarurat nahi hai ....... bare mein would be fine.....now continue"

(Mr. Shekhawat? Huhh!! No need of giving him this much respect....... Bloody Araav would be fine........now continue)

Meera negatively nodding her head continued "haan toh article aya tha, toh meine padha about his miraculous achievements in an early age .........."

(Yeah so i read the article where about his miraculous achievements in an early age was mentioned..........)

Again Abhimaan halted Meera by raising his fork "ghanta achieve kiya hai uss ne saab toh virasat mein mila hai......sirf sambhala hai usne koi progress nhi kuch nhi.....usse zyada achievements toh mere honge...sshuhh!! Koi comparison hi nhi hai mera aur uska.....you continue"

(The fuck he has achieved till today........he inherited everything from his father which he has taken care of till date rather than any kind of progress in it.......in comparison to him my achievements are sky soaring.........sshhuhh!! Frankly speaking there is no comparison between him and me ...... you continue)

Meera raised both of her eyes in amusement and slightly smirking she continued "meine padha about his achievements and all aur phir I saw his picture he was looking soooo manly and handsome in his tuxedo that I couldn't turn the page......."

(I read about his achievements and all and then I saw his picture he was looking soooo manly and handsome in his tuxedo that I couldn't turn the page.......)

Abhimaan was drinking water but the moment he heard Meera praising Araav he harshly put the glass down on the table causing a little sound. Hearing which Meera paused in her words.

And Abhimaan spoke trying to control his irritation "handsome?? Shakal dekhi hai uski? Must say your choice was awful....illaz (treatment) karwao apni aankhon ka....chachundar jese shakal wala bagad billa tumhe handsome dikhta hai..........aur bhi kuch bolna hai tumhe?"

(Handsome? Have you ever seen his face even? Must say your choice is awful.....go and do a good medical checkup of your eyes........rat faced scarecrow looks handsome to you..........do you have to speak anything else?)

Meera laughed hearing his words. Which somewhat lessened Abhimaan's irritation after noticing the dimples which works as a numbing lotion on Abhimaan's emotional outbrusts.

"Aur kya kahun iss par..... magazine mein dekha toh bhai se pucha agar via business woh Mr. Shekhawat ko jante honge toh......wahin se he started teasing me"

(What else should I say........as i saw in the magazine i asked bhai if via any means of business he would known Mr. Shekhawat ........ from then and there itself he started teasing me which continues till date)

"Abhimanyu woh chamkadar Shekhawat ko janta ho ya nhi usse tumhe kya karna tha?...." Abhimaan asked with an intense frown

(What you had to do even if your brother knew about scarecrow Shekhawat?)

Meera shrugged, saying "kuch nhi baas ese hi out of excitement se pucha tha"

(Nothing, just out of excitement i asked)

"Mere bare mein toh kabhi nhi pucha, kabhi nhi padha.....baki morons ke bare mein PhD kar liya hai tumne" Abhimaan huffed

(You never ever asked about me, never read about me......but have successfully done a PhD on other morons)

"Meri galti thodi hai aap itna low profile maintain karte hai ....... hardly kuch pictures honge aapke that to family ke saath aur uss mein bhi you would be having a stoic face........ moreover the articles ke first 2-3 line mein hi ruthless, wrathful, cunning ese sare words use kiye gye honge for you, jab ki humble, gentleman jese shabdh unke liye........toh nhi pucha kabhi" Meera whispered the last line. A small smile adorning her lips. She was thinking about their first meet and he turned out to be her first and last LOVE.

(What's my fault in this when you maintained a low profile...... there would be hardly any pictures of yours that to with your family where you would be having a stoic face....... Moreover in the very first 2-3 lines of the articles words like ruthless, wrathful, cunning would have been mentioned to describe you where as humble, gentleman like words would be used for him.......so never too interest in you)

"Whatever" Abhimaan turned his face looking at the calmly flowing water beside him

"Ek baat puchu?" Meera asked sweetly. Not getting any response she further questioned "are you jealous ?"

(Shall I ask you something?

Are you jealous?)

"Usse Jealous my ass" Abhimaan stated arrogantly and Meera giggled hearing this

"Now what?" Abhimaan asked rolling his eyes

"Kuch nhi kuch nhi I just imagined something" Meera said

(Nothing, I just imagined something)

Abhimaan blushed thinking what she would have thought "Meera we are at public place"

"Oh really I thought we are in our room and you gonna pound......." Meera teased Abhimaan

"That I will do definitely, once we reach home......you just wait your punishments are piling up..... handsome, stoic, ruthless, gentleman tumhara comparison yaad rakhunga mein " Abhimaan said

(That I will do definitely, once we reach home......you just wait your punishments are piling up..... handsome, stoic, ruthless, gentleman.....i will remember each of the comparison done by you)

Meera laughed and pinching his nose she said "you know I love you na phir yeh bematlab tension kyu?"

(You know i love you right, then why you take unnecessary tensions?)

"How much do you love me?" Abhimaan asked

Meera looked at him for few minutes and then replied "yeh lake mein jitna litre nhi millilitre pani hoga utna"

(As much litres no millilitres of water are there in this lake)

"Whaaat? you even serious? Yeh kitna cringe sound kar raha, you know" Abhimaan said scrunching his nose

(Whaat? you even serious? Do you know how much cringe does it sound?)

"Toh kya bolun love is an emotion jisse feel kar sakte hai measure kese karun aab" Meera said

(Then what should I say, love is an emotion to feel , how can I measure that now)

"You are so cute My Meera...... I love you" Abhimaan said kissing her both the fists

"Kitna?" Meera teased Abhimaan asking him the same question he asked her before few minutes

(How much?)

"Aaaa jitna badal asmaan mein hai utna" Abhimaan said and laughed

(As much clouds are there in the sky)

"Yours sounds more cringe than mine" Meera said

"Naah yours" Abhimaan argued

"Yours Maan"

Both continued their childish argument and after paying the bill they left.

While coming out of the restaurant Abhimaan got a call from Ved and he got busy attending the call while Meera was approached by a group of child hawkers selling flowers.

Meera asked them about their education and got to know that being an orphan they have to live of their own and have to work for their livelihood. Meera hearing all this ordered Uday Singh, Abhimaan's bodyguard to enroll these children to the orphanage and school managed by the Rathores. Smiling at the children Meera purchased all the colourful roses from them, promising to visit them soon.

A pair of eyes was watching the scene unfolding before him. How lovingly Meera was dealing with the children. Even her command to Uday Singh was not authoritative but polite. She is a true amalgamation of beauty and kindness.

"Chalein?" Abhimaan asked Meera

(Shall we?)

"Ji" Meera smiled and both left for the mansion

(Yes)