"Jiya where's Zee?" Sanam asked, throwing himself on the couch because of tiredness.

"Room." Jiya pointed upstairs while going back to the kitchen.

He was about to get up when he noticed Evan was sitting beside him with a sulking face and was scribbling on his notebook.

"Hey champ why this sulking face, huh?" Sanam pokes him on his cheeks playfully.

Evan glared at him but didn't replied and continued with scribbling.

"Today he lost 7 times against Zee in the video game." Jiya giggles as she gave Sanam a glass of water.

Sanam takes it. "What!?" He laughs looking at Evan.

"Seriously Evan. I thought I trained you nicely." Sanam slightly hits him on his head, gaining a glare from Evan.

"But this also proves that Zee is my wife only." He nods, a proud smile on his face.

He drank the water, keeping it back on the table. He went upstairs to his room. As he opened the door he could hear Zee sobbing.

"Zee!?" He calls, a confused expression on his face.

Then his eyes fall on the tissue box, the chocolate wrapper's and the popcorn that were

scattered everywhere on the bed.

He frowned looking at the movie she was watching.on her laptop which almost ended.

"Don't tell me you're crying again while watching '' " He shakes his head, sitting beside her.

The movie ended so she glanced at him, her eyes red and still wet because of crying.

"How can you not cry seeing that scene where she disappears just like that without even writing her name on his hand....and....and....the last scene where they look at each other and say ' and it ends." She explains with some random hand gestures and a hint of enthusiasm in her eyes which made him smile.

These were the things that he couldn't resist which made him fall for her even more.

"But you've watched it so many times, love." He smiles looking at her.

"Yeah but..." She pouts. "One second you have also watched 'grave of the fireflies' so many times and Everytime you cry. Have I ever said anything about it." She sent him a glare.

"It's because you cry also seeing that movie." He says stating the obvious.

"Yeah...that's because the movie is amazing....and here I'm feeling low, you should have consoled me but here you are complaining 'bout it..." He frowned at her sudden outburst.

"Baby I'm not complaining and why are you getting so hyper it will affect the baby." He said keeping his hand on her baby bump.

"Haa na tumhe to sirf is baby ki chinta h....is baby se to tumhe koi farak he nai padta..."(You only care about this baby...but you have nothing to do with this baby anymore, right) she pointed at her baby bump then back at herself, shaking her head.

"Babe when did I say that" His voice softens.

"You didn't but you exactly meant that." She snapped at him.

"Zee...."

"You know what I don't wanna talk to you just get out!" She places her hands on her baby bump looking another side.

"What!?" He asks, confusingly.

Even though this wasn't the first time he was hearing this but he still wanted to make sure he heard her correctly. He still wasn't used to this.

"Get out." She pointed towards the door without looking at him.

He sighs getting up mumbling, "Kya yaar pati ki izzat he nai h kabhi bhi room se nikal deti h mujhe. Waise jab best friends the tab bhi izzat nai krti thi....ek sec hum abhi bhi best friends h...."(Even though I'm her husband she always kicks me out of the room. Even when we were best friends she always irritated me...wait a sec we are still best friends.) He closed the door behind him.

"GOD!! Her mood swings!" He ran his fingers through his black hair