“Oh I know very well.” His eyes narrowed, smacking his mouth over hers. “And I am going to use this time to set processes in place in HDP for it to start running independently like KDP. That way, my home will be with you in Srinagar.”
“You don’t want to keep this Shimla house?”
“We can come here whenever you want, or if I have work. But if we are planning kids immediately, which I think we should because both our ages are more than conducive…”
“Ok, Daaxsaab.” She rolled her eyes to keep her heating skin cool.
“Then we won’t be able to travel as much.”
“Pregnant women travel, women with kids travel, look at Iram…”
“My pregnant wife will not travel.”
“Samar…”
“Amaal. We don’t know how it will be but I am too aware of the things that can go wrong so unless your pregnancy is normal and travelling is comfortable enough and with me by your side, you are not going anywhere…”
“I am not even your wife yet, or pregnant.”
“Not for long.” He smirked. Her heart was hit.
“Warn before going adult on me.” She looked away, hoping her skin wasn’t red.
His palm grabbed the base of her chin and raised her face, his finger poking into the dimple she didn’t even know had dipped. “I am working to become healthy for our baby, why wouldn’t I tell you that?”
“Fine, ok,” she couldn’t meet his eyes. “We will plan a baby immediately after we are married.”
“Don’t rush on my behalf.” He laughed quietly. She snarled, hiding her face in his chest. And his arms came around her again.
“This feels so good… being held like this by you.”
“I wish I could hold you like this every day for the next six months, too.”
“Just six months. They will pass in a blink.”
“Like the last so many have passed?”
“Exactly.”
He hummed. “Nothing and nobody is found before time.”
“Hmm?” She peered at him.
“Begumjaan told me this long ago. It makes sense now.”
“Begumjaan always makes sense,” Amaal sputtered. “Just not at the moment when she tells you that.”
His chest vibrated behind her.
“We will have to start preparing for the wedding early on then. Look at it like this,” he pointed. “We have a good amount of time to prepare, book the venue and catering and all of that.”
“Actually…” Amaal gave him a look. “I just want to get married to you with you and me there.”
He paused.
He checked her forehead with the back of his hand. She slapped it away.
“You not wanting your entire clan and their plus ones and booze and dance and all that?”
