"Mr. Gupta, introduce yourself, this is Navya. You just met her now, right?" Arriving at his house, Mohit introduced Navya to Mr. Gupta, a housekeeper who was in his fifties already.
Mr. Gupta smiled friendly then shook hand with Navya. "Good afternoon, Navya mam. How are you, Mohit sir? So now you got the time to bring your wife to home!" Mr. Gupta protested against Mohit in a mocking tone.
Mohit chuckled, then gave the car keys to Mr. Gupta. "Here, instead of nagging, it would be better to wash my car." He said to Mr. Gupta.
Mr. Gupta pursed his lips. "Huuu... on purpose right? Let me outside of the house, so that you can be free to do some romance with Navya mam inside." He said with winking one eye.
Navya was surprised to hear Mr. Gupta's words, but Mohit immediately responded with a laugh and patted the thin man's shoulder. She just realized, it turns out that's how the two men were joking. "They must be very familiar." Navya thought in her mind.
"Mr. Gupta has been working here for a very long time, hasn't he, Mohit?" Navya asked curiously when she and Mohit were already in the house.
"No, it's only been about seven years. When I was three years in London, Mr. Gupta took care of my house, before it was still not renovated. But I really trust him. You could say Mr. Gupta is like my family, because I was alone since my parents died," replied Mohit.
For some reason Navya thought of Mohit's parents and her grandparents who used to be friends. "Umm..., where is your parents' grave? Is it close to the graves of Grandfather and Grandmother?" Navya asked him.
Mohit turned to look at her, then nodded. "Yes, it's in a mountain area. Why? You want to make a pilgrimage there?" Mohit asked her.
"Yes, since living in Delhi, I've never even visited my Grandparents grave. Would you take me there?" asked Navya hopefully.
Mohit smiled. "Yes, ofcourse. But is it okay for you to ride a motorbike? The problem is that the car is being washed. The road to the grave is narrow, rocky. It's better to use a motorbike." Mohit continued.
Navya was even surprised. "Do you have a motorbike?" She asked surprisingly.
"Got it. You've never been seen my stash, huh?" Mohit said and walked to a door beside the living room. It turned out that the door led to the garage.
Navya was curious, "What kind of motorbike did Mohit call his 'stash'?" Navya thought in her mind. As soon as she enter the garage, she saw a dark blue dirt bike, it's not new, but looks well-maintained.
"Seriously, you ride this?" Navya stifled a smile.
"Why? Are you embarrassed?" Mohit even asked again.
"No... but I think that you looks serious. It turns out that you likes motorcycle collections guard." Navya said to him.
"Don't get me wrong. I love adventures," said Mohit, patting his motorbike proudly.
Navya chuckled. That is true. She remembered the time at the beach, Mohit seemed to really enjoy the challenge of riding ATVs and playing sandboarding.
"Then let's go, Mohit!" Navya said in confidence.
Navya did not understand what had gotten into her mind to the point that she was willing to ride the dirt bike with Mohit. In fact, from the first in Jabalpur, her dad always forbade her to ride a motorbike of any kind, even if she was on a ride. It's danger,not safe, her father said.
After putting on their helmets, the two of them got on the motorbike. "Hold me, Navya," Mohit ordered.
When the motorbike slid and Navya immediately hugged Mohit's waist, she immediately removed all of her dad's prohibitions away from her mind.
Although the sound of the motorbike sounded noisy and the speed of the motorbike was quite fast, she felt safe with Mohit.
The graveyard they were going to was about half an hour's drive north of Mohit's house. The road is narrow, rather steep, and rocky, as Mohit said, because it is on a slope area of mountains far from people's homes. Arriving at the entrance to the graveyard, Navya and Mohit got off the motorbike, continuing on foot.
The graves of Navya's Grandpa and Grandmother turned out to be close to the grave of Mohit's mom and dad's grave, only separated by two other graves. Arriving in front of the grave, they cleared the weeds that grew around the grave, but there were not many of them. The four graves also look relatively clean.
"You must come here often, huh? Navya guessed looking at the cleanness.
"Quite often. Once in a month I will try." Mohit continued.
Navya's heart felt warm. Not only friendly with her father, Mohit also respects her grandparents even after they are gone. She realised that she had always been too indifferent to Mohit, who she only considered as her private teacher.
"Thank you, Mohit for taking care of my Grandparents grave. You will definitely say as it is close to the grave of your parents so you did this. But I feel that you had done many things for my family, even to the point of sacrificing your personal life with this fake marriage." Navya said to Mohit in one go.
Mohit looked surprised at her words. He stared at Navya's face for a long time. Navya looked down at the grave, not daring to return Mohit's gaze because her own heart was bitter.
"Navya, I never felt like I've sacrificed anything. I'm still living my life as usual. The only difference is that I have you to take care of now," said Mohit gently.
They both fell into silence. Mohit closed his eyes for a long time, probably praying. While in Navya's mind many things flashed, memories of her grandparents, too longing for her dad and Rishabh. But what bothered her the most were Mohit's words just now. "Care? So, that's how Mohit felt all this time, being the guardian of a girl like me?" Navya thought in her mind.
They don't know how long they were there, suddenly the weather changed drastically. Black clouds moved quickly to cover the sky and the wind was blowing harder and harder.
Mohit hastily took Navya's arm in his arm. "Let's go home. It's going to rain again soon." Mohit said to her.
"Why so sudden, Mohit?" asked Navya in surprise as she followed Mohit back to where the motorbike was parked.
"In an area near a mountain like this, the weather can change suddenly." Mohit explained her the reason.
Mohit opened the motorcycle seat, took out a set of raincoats, and handed it to Navya. "Here, you just use it, Navya" He said to Navya.
"Well, what about you?" Navya asked him.
"I only brought a set of raincoats, I thought it would not rain. It's okay for me, I'm already wearing a jacket." Mohit pointed to the denim jacket he had been wearing since home.
"Ah... I don't want to. You are the one who use it, you'll drive the motorbike it will help you" Navya insisted.
They even got into an argument over the raincoat, while it started to drizzle. Mohit took off his coat and draped it over Navya's shoulders.
"Just wear it, Navya. You'll get sick if it rains heavily." Mohit said and started his motorbike and waited for Navya to get on the passenger seat.
Navya's stubbornness appeared again. She even deliberately took off the coat that Mohit was wearing earlier and folded it. "To be fair, we both don't need to wear coats," said Navya, then sat behind Mohit.
Mohit was silent for a moment, but could only shrug. Because the rain was getting heavier, Mohit finally quickly rode his motorbike to leave the graveyard area.
The heavy rain soaked all their clothes and bodies in an instant. Navya shivered because of wearing only a long-sleeved shirt, but she remained determined. She just held Mohit's coat in her hands.
Approaching the residential area, Mohit slowed down the motorbike. "Let's take shelter first, Navya!" Mohit half shouted to match the pouring rain.
"Uh... no need, Mohit. Just go home," Navya demanded.
"Are you sure?" Mohit asked her.
"Yes, Mohit. My clothes are also all wet like this." Navya replied her.
"In that case, let's just go back to your house, so we can change clothes immediately," said Mohit and drove towards Navya's house.
After about fifteen minutes into their drive to south, the weather suddenly changed again. The rain stopped, the sky began to clear, and the sun was shining again. Navya was dumbfounded because they were the only two in the whole road who looked soaked all the way home.
"Haachiii...!" Arriving home, Navya suddenly sneezed, not just once, but many times.
"Uh...., Miss Navya, why you came home in raining? See, you got cold, right!" Miss Padma was surprised when she greeted them in the living room.
Navya and Mohit looked at each other, then both smiled amused.
"Earlier we went to Grandpa's grave Grandma's grave. We use a motorbike to make it easier. But..., suddenly it started raining. Because there's only one coat, no one wants to wear it, so we're both wet," said Navya while laughing.
"Ohh..., How romantic mam? By the way it's a great opportunity for newly weds to enjoy raining together." Miss Padma teased her.
Navya was stunned to hear Miss Padma's words. "What is romantic about the two of us in the rain?" Navya thought in her mind.
"Miss Padma can you please massage me with eucalyptus oil, okay?" Navya asked, holding on to Miss Padma's hand. She must know because she already did this usually since childhood every time she gets a cold.
"Oh yes, mam. But you change your clothes and take a warm bath first. Come here, let me help to prepare all for you." Miss Padma said and took Navya's hand into the master bedroom.
"Well, Miss Navya where are you going?" Miss Padma exclaimed in confusion when she saw Navya walking towards the connecting door to her own room inside the master bedroom.
"Eh..., ngh...." Navya bit her lip. She just remembered, all her clothes and toiletries are in her room! "What if Miss Padma becomes suspect?" Navya said to herself.
Yesterday, Mohit and Navya were cleaning their respective rooms. They made the plan that Miss Padma doesn't have to go into their room and see what's wrong, whatever may be the situation is Miss Padma won't go inside their room. Now Navya even forgot the plan and invited Miss Padma into the room!
"Miss Padma." Suddenly Mohit appeared behind the door. "Please make some hot tea for the two of us first, okay?" Mohit said to her.
Navya immediately responded to Mohit's words. "Yes, Miss Padma just make tea first. Later when the tea will be ready, then you can come here and give me a massage." Navya quickly said her holding her breath and saw Miss Padma's face a bit confused.
"I thought earlier that you wanted to get a bath first, let me take your wet clothes to the laundry in the back," Miss Padma excused.
"Ah, that can be done later." Navya said and quickly led Miss Padma to the door. "Well, Miss Padma make tea first, okay. Mohit is already waiting for you." Navya said to her.
Finally, Miss Padma complied and left the room. Navya closed the door. When she turned around, she saw Mohit's face was holding back laughter.
Navya held her head. "Oh, how can I forgot about the plan Mohit? How are you now?" Navya complained in a half-whispered voice.
"What are you going to do? You take a shower and change clothes in my bathroom, so that Miss Padma doesn't get suspicious. Then also took massage in this room," said Mohit.
"Then what about you Mohit? I mean where will you go till the massage?" Navya asked him.
"Yes... I'm here too." Mohit said her.
Navya's face immediately turned red. But Mohit smiled amusedly.
"Now then, you better hurry and get your clothes and toiletries over here before Miss Padma comes back." Mohit warned her.
Navya just realised, that's right. She ran to her room, hurriedly took her toiletries and a change of clothes, then returned to Mohit's room. She saw that Mohit had also taken out a change of clothes from the closet.
"Do you want to take a shower first?" Navya asked Mohit nervously.
"No, you go first." Mohit said her.
Slightly hesitant, Navya entered inside Mohit's bathroom. Actually she was familiar with this bathroom. Back when the main room was still occupied by her Grandma , she had often used her Grandma's bathroom. But now, seeing this spacious bathroom containing Mohit's personal toiletries felt odd to her.
Navya sneezed again repeatedly inside the bathroom. It's better for her to quickly take a warm bath and change clothes so that her body will be comfortable. When she saw herself in the mirror, Navya couldn't help but smile amused. She was completely drenched, even her hair was wet even though she was wearing a helmet. Today she had done two exciting things that her father would never have allowed her to do if he knew, that is riding a motorbike and getting out in the rain. But both instead she did it with Mohit, the man her dad trusted to 'take care of'.
After showering, Navya wrapped her body in a blanket, then wrapped the bathrobe again. When she came out of the bathroom, Miss Padma was already in the room, preparing a small mattress for massage. The scent of jasmine tea wafted from a cup placed on Mohit's desk.
"Drink the tea first mam, it's warm," said Miss Padma.
"Where is Mohit's tea, Miss Padma? How come it's only one cup?" asked Navya after taking a sip of tea.
"Mohit sir has already drunk his cup of tea, then he went to the next room. He says he wants to take a shower next door, so we can massage here freely." Miss Padma said to her.
Navya couldn't help but smile. Mohit had deliberately teased her when he said he would be here for the massage. But Navya knew very well, Mohit was always polite and respected her. The man must be looking for an excuse to get out of this room.
"Here, mam" Miss Padma said pointing towards the mattress. "We can use a small mattress so that the bed won't be dirty. After massage will be done, you can immediately rest." Miss Padma continued.
Navya took off her bathrobe and layed face down on the mattress placed on the floor. Miss Padma started massaging her back slowly with her favorite lavender scented eucalyptus oil.
"Miss Navya, when was the last time you had your period?" Suddenly Miss Padma asked her.
"Usually the middle of the month. Why, what happened Miss Padma?" Navya asked her confusingly.
"It's the beginning of the month mam, I'm massaging on your back and legs, okay. The thing is that... I can't press your back roughly what if you are pregnant." Miss Padma explained her.
Navya coughed in surprise. She almost wanted to scream in protest that she couldn't possibly be pregnant, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Of course, getting pregnant is a common thing for married women.
"No Miss Padma. I checked this morning, it's still negative," Navya lied while burying her face on the floor. Fortunately Mohit was not in this room. Her face could be even more red if she heard Mohit's inconsequential words!
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, mam. You're only been married for a month. Try again with Mohit sir, hopefully it will work quickly, okay?" Miss Padma suggested her.
Miss Padma's words made Navya feel like the heat on her face had spread to her ears.
"Ah, I don't want to rush it, Miss Padma. I'm still in college," Navya interrupted, hoping that Miss Padma would stop talking about pregnancy.
"Well, don't delay mam. Children are sustenance. After all, Mohit sir is already 28, already of mature age for a man. If you can do it sooner it will be better." Miss Padma even continued to chatter. Navya could only be silent for her words.
Fifteen minutes later, Miss Padma finished the massage. "Well, Miss Navya, now you can move to sleep on the bed." Miss Padma said her.
So that Miss Padma would not be suspicious, Navya just obeyed her. She changed her clothes and lay down on the bed that Mohit had been sleeping all this time. Miss Padma helped to cover her body. Navya intends to immediately move to her room as soon as Miss Padma comes out of her room. But Miss Padma was still busy tidying up the small mattress, then wiping the floor with a damp cloth so it wouldn't smell like eucalyptus oil.
Navya's body became warm and relaxed after the massage. The bed and pillows she used were so soft. Glimpse of her nose caught a familiar masculine scent, for some reason it made her feel even more comfortable. Navya couldn't hold her eyes that started to get heavy, and finally she fell asleep on Mohit's bed.
When she opened her eyes, Navya saw that the room was dim. "Gosh, I fell asleep in Mohit's room!" Navya said to herself and sat up quickly, but her head was spinning. Suddenly, there was a sound of the door opening.
"Navya, are you awake?" Mohit's voice startled her. Mohit was already in the room and turned on the small lamp on the desk, then approached towards the bed.
Navya realised that the window curtains were all closed. She glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already six in the afternoon. She had slept more than three hours!
"Sorry, I overslept, Mohit. After getting massaged by Miss Padma, my body feels really good. Eeh.... I'm actually sleeping too much," said Navya, while massaging her head because her head was getting dizzy.
"Why, Navya? Are you sick?" Mohit sat on the edge of the bed with a serious face.
Navya's cheeks turned red because of Mohit continued to stare at her intensely. She knew that Mohit was only worried about her, but his attention always made her uncomfortable.
"No....it's okay, Mohit" Navya said half whispered.
"Sorry, let me check it, okay?" Mohit said and reached out to touch Navya's forehead and neck. The soft touch of Mohit's hand immediately made Navya's heart jump wildly.
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