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'Naina. Yar. Ye tumhara roz ka he. Neither you do it nor you let me.' Rajveer shouted from the living room.

She laughed a little. She had a very good idea how cleanliness freak her Rajveer sir was and on contrary she was total lazy ass when it comes to cleaning. It was hercules task to stand up and pick up broom and duster and wiping cloth. However Rajveer' one strict note and she will follow suit. And it barely happened. Rajveer sir pampered her by doing house chores and she valued his pampering by doing all those stunts in kitchen. Like last week when she decided to make poha from scratch because Rajveer loved it in morning. It came out good..surprisingly. In fact Rajveer sir himself said if this was not miracle nothing could be. She had made faces. But she knew she'd try her hand in kitchen and she did times to times. Investing her time and trying many times she could now finally serve her rajveer sir a decent breakfast. She was still working on lunch.

'Nainaaaa.' His loud voice echoed in whole house. For a second her heart beat loudly. The name it still sounds sugar on his tongue. And when he calls her by her name she can bet she feels palpitations strong and fast. Not only this when he comes to her calling her by her name...all she feels is hugging him and smooching him so hard. Last time they were middle in fight. When he called her by her name her anger vanished in thin air..poof. it happened and she was so surprised. What is the bewitching power he still holds on her? She wonders time to time. Its been seven years to their relation. Their marriage which happened two years back but all this doesn't suffice for an explanation why she is still charmed. Why her Rajveer Sir is still that person who'd matter her the most!

'Naina. Apne kapde uthao jaake. Main nahi iron karne wala is bari. Apne kapde khud se iron karo. Amd for God' sake! Why dont you learn how not to spill shampoo on floor. Really? Everytime you waah your hair I know. Tum shampoo na girao ho hi nahi sakta.'

She looks at his face. His eyebrows are up..forehead knotted in worries and expressions...totally summing his anger..even his light stubble hwlping him to look more strict. But she has noticed just days ago there is a slight dimple on his right side. She wishes to see it once more. But her rajveer sir can not laugh when he is lecturing her how to use toiletries in bathroom properly! She pouts. It is not her fault. Her hair are thick and when she opens bottle to rinse them...she always drops some while massaging her scalps. Its not like she does all this deliberately. Its not her fault that shampoo has low viscosity and it flows right through her palm and her hair. Well...how can it be her fault! She didn't made that shampoo. It was the company! Blame them....

'Aur ye files? Naina. Tum captain ho ab. Your files are scattered on bed. Actually on whole bed. Do you think its proper for you?'

'But...ye to aapki files he. Main to koi file aaj ghar layi hi nahi.' She pouts honestly making Her Rajveer sir smile a little...sheepishly. amd attempts of hiding this small smile follows.

But this small smile blooms her heart. That small dimple. She gets a glimpse and suddenly is brightened up. How come she never noticed it before! With big heart eyes her finger slowly raises itself to his cheek.

'What?' His eyes full of questions...and her full of inquisitions.

'Aapke gaal par dimple padhta he. Dekho. Dekho.'

The moment he gets to know of his newly discovered dimple Rajveer sir stops smiling making Naina sad.

"Are..aap haso na. Aise muh sadaoge to dimple nahi padega na. Aap please haso na."

"Aree..bina wajah hasu? Log pagal samjhenge mujhe."

And this is a big trait of her Rajveer Sir. He is too much serious of things. He takes nothing lightly. In fact last time when they were supposed to get leave he made sure he had applied for exact two days leave...checking his application time to time. The explanation he gave her was time had been crucial and three days leave was illogical. She had very good idea why he didn't want to stay at home for three days altogether. But it could have been three days and she'd have planned a good get away and they'd have watched that series at some hotel or some other better place which Pooja had suggested. But sadly he returned the very third morning. Naina felt very bad. And burnt sandwiches that very same morning because she wanted him to understand two days weren't enough.

'Aap itne serious kyu rahte ho? Ek bar has doge to court martial to ho nahi jayega.'

'You are silly.' He smiles and this gives her great opportunity. Her enthusiasm jolts her up and she pecks his dimple in glee.

'Naina...' he is taken aback.

'Yes. Sir.' She giggles and once again Pecks his cheek..

'Tum nahi sudhrogi.' With this he picks her up and sits on bed with her in his lap. Her hands find their way to his cheeks again. Poking them.

'Poke karne se dimple nahi aate. Ha...jyada poke karogi to ek din mera gaal jarur scratch kar dogi apne nails se. Aur ye nails kyu nahi kat ti tum? Kya fayda he inka?'

'Nail paint lagane ke kaam aate he mere nails. Abhi kal hi maine new pattern try kiya tha..kaisa he? Dekhiye.' This makes her Rajveer sir smile again.

'This is different and cute. These little butterflies are so cute. Next time get them bigger.' His hand holding her fingers while she wonders if he has any idea of her nails and stuff she has gotten done. She got her nails done yesterday amd flashed them many times at him. He never noticed. Today he is asking her to get the design bit modified. Wow!

And this is why she always pokes him...just to get him tired of her nails and complain. She in reply shows him her nails. Last time she had gotten rainbows and they didn't come out great making her bit sad. This however had given Her Rajveer Sir a great opportunity to trim her nails. But she didn't give in. She just shaped them and searched for next design she could get...

'Nahi..next time I'll get different one. Waise main soch rahi thi why dont I get a tattoo?'

'Why?'

'Umm...aise hi.'

'You know we are not allowed.'

'I'll get temporary one and get it removed pretty soon.'

'Really?

It is impossible btw. Stop using your brain and make me some tea. Chalo. Utho.' He teies to get her up but Instead she snuggles into him more.

'Nahii. Pahle aap promise karo ki is bar teen din ki leave loge and we'll go to that beach Alekh had suggested.'

'And what will I get in return?'

She smiles widely. Now this is his typical male trait. She'd get him to do anything with good sex. Well not everything but somewhat in that capacity.

'I may have something in my bucket. Something new and exciting.'

'Really? Last time bhi yahi bola tha...and you could not play the nurse at all. Waise ye role play ka idea diya kisne tha?
On second thought Mat batao. I dont wanna know how adult you people talk! Shadi hone ke baad se to lagta hi nahi...I have been a teacher to all of your once. Kaun kahega meri protégé aur mere students sath me baith kar meri hi sex life discuss karte he!'

'To Kisne kaha tha aapko ki apni protégé se pyar karo aur shadi karo! Aapko Dr. Ritu jaisi hi koi milni chahiye thi.'

It makes him laugh.

'Dr. Ritu Mishra ke sath engagement ke time maine dekha tha...tum kitna jali huyi ghoom rahi thi. I know how you'd have reacted if I ever laid eyes on other woman for that purpose!'

'Ha to..aap mentor the mere. I was...I was genuinely concerned for you.'

She knows it was not concern. It was something more than concern. Something more deep something more real and something more precious.....which only he deserved. Nobody could ever come close to him and get even half of it. No one.

'Accha! Matlab you were not at all jealous? And the promise you took from me was not out of your insecurities' He smirks..looking at her. His hands tightly grabbing her from her ass while her both legs on his both sides..sitting in his Rajveer sir' lap she is trying to make that point which she has lost long ago. It was not genuine concern. Yes. It was genuine but concern? No...

'Mujhe baat nahi karni..main chai banane ja rahi hu.' And she pushes him and attempts to run away. But He is her senior and her teacher and mentor and her husband. He manages to get her ass down one more time.

'Naina....' his eyes suddenly locks her eyes. And smooth velvety pronunciation of her name gets her hooked..

'Meri aankho me dekho aur batao....

Ki tum jealous nahi thi?

Maine Gunny se bet lagayi he. He says it was from my side only'

mention of Gunny pulls her out of his charm. She pushes him down and gets away. 

'I hate you!' She goes to kitchen leaving him laughing. He enjoys it. He enjoys it damn much when she accepts that yes...she was also bewitched. Every time. He doesnt leave a chance to boost his manly ego that his protégé had feelings for him and he was not just in some one sided KJo style drama love story.

She opens the cabinet to pick her favorite mug. She has learnt how to make two different kind of tea. Lemon tea and masala tea. Rajveer sir however likes masala tea which is basically How Every second Indian household prepares their daily going Tea. But for her it was not less than some achievement.

She brings his cup and her mug to living room where he has set everything up. His files and laptop on place and he all set to get indulged in work once again. She puts the plate down. She sits across him on couch.

Her legs when collides with his laptop his warning reaches her. However she laughs and sips her tea.

'I just liked you back then. Rajveer sir. Like and love is difference.' She pipes her point.

'Whatever floats your boat Naina.' His head now busy in files...

'But You love me more, right?'

'Yes I love you more.'

'No. I love you more... You can't love me more than I do.'

He looks up from his file..with bored eyes.

'Get some work done. Khali mat baitho..utho and Get those questions on communication done..chalo...Jaldi utho.' And she makes a pout complaining how bad he is..his teacher mode is just bad. He always orders her around. Not even talks with affection..nothing..

She goes to study for those question-papers. And when she returns her mug is not at iys place. He is sipping her tea as well.

'Rajveer sir!' Which he pretends to not listen..

She just sits there and starts her questions too.

This is how Her Rajveer sir is. Just like the  munch she had this morning. Crunchy but sweet..and she loves every bit of him.