There are times when you wish for the rain to never end, and you wish to just keep staring at it, admiring it. Trying to take in the soothing feeling, a calm and slow rain brings with it.

It's dinner time. Ruhee had completed arranging her clothes, only her books were left unpacked. They were sitting at the dining table eating. Sahma had asked the chef to make something for a special occasion. Since he was an Italian chef, he made the classic lasagna.

Ruhee loved lasagna, but she could never really make one. She kept eating the meal, talking with Sahma, not noticing how, a particular brown eyes were taking glances at her.

Aayan was sitting at the head of the table, with Ruhee on his right, and Sahma on his left. He ate silently, not having a single interest in the ladies conversation, on how yummy Indian food actually is, he just wanted to stare at Ruhee.

It felt odd for Aayan to have that thought, but since Ruhee had removed her Abaya, and was now sitting with him, wearing a pink long top and printed jeans, it was something new. Aayan never understood modern fashion. He was satisfied with a girl wearing chudidar.

But somehow, modern Ruhee was changing his perspective. Ruhee was only 5 ft while Aayan was 5'11 ft.

She looks so cute and tiny. And maybe pretty aswell.

Aayan couldn't control his urges to look at Ruhee, and so, to not make it weird by just staring at her, he took small glances.

Earlier, when she yelled at him, he felt like a kid being caught steeling cookie from the cookie jar. He didn't expect her to straight up yell at him. And she suddenly smiled afterwards, Aayan freaked out at her sudden mood swing.

I mean, I wanted her to be comfortable, and she calls me bipolar.

Aayan signed audibly and two pair of eyes looked at him. "You okay, son?" came Sahma's soft voice. Aayan looked up to find, the two women, staring at him, "Umm, yeah Ammi, I'm fine." he said and went back to eating his lasagna. Sahma nodded and continued their conversation.

Aayan noticed how Sahma's eyes would twinkle while speaking to Ruhee, and Ruhee's earnest replies made her even more happy. Aayan smiled at his mother and shifted his eyes to her plate to notice she had taken only a few bites of her meal.

Aayan had noticed how Sahma was not eating properly for an year, if he asked, she would just say that she had a snack before, or was not hungry. He let it slide that time, but for how long? Aayan feared she might spoil her health.

Sahma was Aayan's only family, and he cherished her. Even though Aayan had a father in his life, his mother was the one who took care of him. His father was never home, and he knew why, but that didn't mean his father didn't love him. Aayan was his father's, like he would say, "Priceless Possession." and Aayan knew it was true.

"I'm done." came Sahma's voice, but she had hardly eaten anything. " but Ammi, you haven't had anything properly." Ruhee asked, concerned. Aayan still couldn't adjust with Ruhee calling his mother, Ammi.

"I had a snack in between, so I am full." she said smiling and getting up to leave to her room, but she stopped and looked at Ruhee and said, "Feel free to walk around without a hijab, Ruhee. Aayan is your Husband now." and walked away.

Aayan looked at Ruhee to find her looking down, poking the meal with her fork. She was hiding a blush.

Cute.

They completed their meal soon after Sahma left, Ruhee stayed back to clean the table, while Aayan went back to his room. He volunteered to do it but she just shooed him away.

Why is she so bossy?

Aayan was sitting on the bed, legs out stretched, working on his laptop, when Ruhee entered. He looked up to see her enter, Ruhee scratches the back of her neck and goes into the walk-in closet.

She took her time in the kitchen.

Aayan had changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants. He closed his laptop and kept it on the bedside table, he rested his head on the head rest and closed his eyes, when he heard the door to the walk-in closet slide open. He opened his eyes to look at Ruhee.

When his mother earlier told Ruhee that she need not wear her hijab at home, he kinda felt excited, wanting to see her with her hair in show. But the way Ruhee was standing before him was not what he expected.

Ruhee was wearing white pajamas and a red, long sleeve t-shirt, holding two white pillows and a gray duvet. But what caught his attention, was her hair, which was now covered with a yellow beanie?

Ruhee walked over to the couch, and kept the pillows at one end. She laid down on the couch and adjusted the duvet over herself. All this while Aayan just kept staring at her with shock. "Shut the lights, please."

That got him out off his trance, as he stood up to off the lights, still in shock. Ruhee suddenly, sat up. Aayan looked at her, still a bit shocked. "Do you have achromatopsia?" she asked. "What?" was all he replied.

"I mean, your whole house, literally, is only white and gray, can't you see other colours?" Ruhee elaborated.

Is she insane?

"No, I don't have achromatopsia." he said, giving an annoyed look and turned around to off the lights when, "Then, do you have problem with colours?" he didn't bother looking at her and said "No." before switching off the lights and went to lay down on his bed.

"Your house is too dull." Ruhee said out of nowhere. Aayan looked at her, in the darkness and asked "What?". "Everywhere you look, it is either white or gray. Didn't Ammi object when she saw this?", "No.", "Why?", "I don't know."

"You don't know anything. How are you even a successful business man with such a dull life?" she asks, exasperated. "Excuse me?" Aayan asks, a bit confused.

"In the books I've read till now, the successful billionaire, is usually a play boy, who visits clubs and has fun. But you are like the only wish in the sea, swimming in the opposite direction."

What kind of books does she read to give an example like that.

"That's why it's a book, and this, is real life." he says, and looks away and closes his eyes. "Then again....", "Go to sleep, Ruhee." he says, irritated. "Okay" comes her meek reply.

God, she talks too much.

In the middle of the night, Aayan's sleep is disturbed. He sits up, resting his weight on his elbows.

What is that noise?

He looks toward Ruhee, to find the couch empty. He walks out the room, slowly closing the door behind him. He follows the sound, to see the kitchen light on. He slowly peeks in, to find Ruhee, moving around the kitchen cooking. He looks at the wall clock.

What is she doing here at 11:30 pm in the night?

He silently looks at her hustling around in the kitchen. She flips the roti and presses it down with the spatula. The microwave times out, she moves towards it and opens the door, to remove the leftover meat from the lasagna. She places the bowl on the tray, she switches the stove off, and places the roti with the other two roti's on the plate.

She picks up the tray and walks towards Sahma's room. She knocks the door and a sleepy Sahma open the door, she was surprised to see Ruhee standing in front of her door, with a tray of food. Sahma gives her a confused look.

Ruhee smiles sheepishly, before saying, "I saw how much little you had for dinner. I thought maybe you didn't like lasagna, so I made you fresh Roti's. I thought, you might feel hungry in the middle of the night, so...."

Sahma smiled at Ruhee, and let her in the room. Aayan slowly moved forward, to stand in front of his mother's room, he peeked inside the slightly ajar door. Sahma was sitting on the bed, the tray of food before her, Ruhee's back was towards him, so he couldn't see her face.

Sahma tore a piece of the roti and collected some meat on it, and put them in her mouth and closed her eyes relishing the taste. "Do you like it?" Ruhee asks unsure. Sahma looks at her, and gives her a beaming smile. "I love it, dear." and she continues eating.

"I had not eaten properly for the past one year, since I stopped cooking and chef Carlos took over." Sahma begins and Ruhee listens attentively. "I've had only Indian food all my life, and suddenly, this Italian chef comes and cooks all this pasta and bread, on seeing the meal itself, I used to lose my appetite." Sahma says, making a cringy face.

"Then, you should have told Aayan, he would have surely done something about it." Ruhee says, while Aayan nods his head looking at his mother, eating with happiness.

"I didn't wanna bother him. He is already so busy with a his work and stuff, I didn't wanna be a burden, complaining about food." Sahma replies softly, eating in between.

"He is your son and he loves you alot, it's seen in his eyes. He would do anything for you." Ruhee says, and again Aayan nods listening to them.

"I know." Sahma says sadly.

You should have told me Ammi, I wouldn't have bothered at all. I work to keep you happy, and if you are not happy, what is the use of me working.

Aayan was sad that he couldn't understand his mother. Yes, he was always busy, but his mother is always his first priority.

"Well, you can bother me then. I'll cook all the Indian food you wanna eat." Ruhee says. Sahma looks at Ruhee gratefully and says, "Thank you." Ruhee shakes her head and says, "No need to thank me. After all, I am your daughter-in-law right, its my responsibility towards you." Ruhee states, laughing lightly at the end.

Sahma looks at her with so much love and care in her eyes. As if, she had found a missing treasure. Sahma suddenly, looks towards Aayan, right into his brown eyes.

She knew I was here all this time.

Aayan slowly closes the door behind him and starts walking away, "So, what do you want for breakfast?" he hears Ruhee's sweet voice asking and he smiles.

He goes into his room and lays down on the bed, and closes his eyes, with his smile still intact.

Thank you, Ruhee.