A/N - Double update since it's bonus chapters :3

I cleared my throat, just so Bhairav Ji would crack his eyes open to look at me. He was lounging on his armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, while listening to music on the radio.

"Doodh," I mumbled and handed him the warm glass of milk.

(Milk.)

"Bache kaha hai?" He sat up a little and glanced around.

(Where are the kids?)

"Maine kuch der pehle unhe khilakar sula diya hai."

(After feeding them, I put them to sleep a while back.)

He hummed. Everyone had gone to bed already, or so I hoped. Without any inhibitions, I sat on my husband's lap, startling him.

"Doodh math giraiye," I warned him.

(Don't drop the milk.)

"Aakhir kya kar rahi ho?" He muttered as I got comfortable and leaned back against his chest.

(What are you doing?)

"Kyu? Mai baith nahi sakti?" I glanced at him over my shoulder.

(Why? Can't I sit here?)

Bhairav Ji drank half the glass of his milk before setting it aside. He shifted me a little and leaned back on the chair. My husband wrapped an arm around my waist as well and closed his eyes again.

"Aap ab bhi so kyu rahe ho?"

(Why are you still sleeping?)

"Chup reh," he muttered, "Chein se geeth sun raha tha, woh bhi kharab kar diya."

(Shut up. I was listening to music peacefully, you ruined that as well.)

"Phir mai jaati hu-"

(Okay, then I'll leave-)

His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me right back, "Kahi nahi jaa rahi. Baith."

(You're not going anywhere. Sit.)

I eyed him. Might as well make the most of the opportunity.

Bhairav Ji didn't protest as I raised my legs, tucking the edge of my sari under my feet. He held my ankle firmly. I couldn't imagine the uproar the elders would cause if they saw us like this.

I lay my head on his chest, feeling the calm beating of his heart. It was nice. The first few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and I slipped my hand inside. Bhairav Ji remained quiet as I drew patterns over his chest.

"Apne baal mei kya lagayi hai?" He whispered.

(What did you apply to your hair?)

"Maa ne banayi thi. Nayi tel," I replied.

(It's a new oil that Maa made.)

Bhairav Ji hummed and nuzzled against my hair, "Achi hai."

(It smells nice.)

"Ek baat puchu?"

(Can I ask something?)

He hummed again.

"Aap Sarpanch banne ke baad hum sab ko bhool jayenge?" I poked his chest.

(Will you forget us all after becoming the Sarpanch?)

Bhairav Ji frowned at me, "Sarpanch banne ka matlab bhi jaanti ho? Desh thodi chod raha hu! Aur tumhe bhoolne ki koshish karu, phir bhi baar baar aise tang karne aati rahogi... bekar savalo ke saath..."

(Do you know the meaning of being a Sarpanch? I'm not leaving the country! And even if I try to forget you, you'll keep bothering me like this, always with your stupid questions...)

I pinched the ends of his moustache, sharpening it. "Maine aapki zindagi itni rang birangi banayi hai. Aap nahi bhool paoge."

(I've made your life so colorful. You'll never be able to forget me.)

He ignored my words and took the glass of whiskey before sipping it.

"Doodh kab piyoge aap?"

(When will you drink the milk?)

He ignored me again. I knocked on his glass this time, "Yeh kaise hota hai?"

(How does this taste?)

My husband paused, "Peena chahti ho?"

(Do you want to try?)

I shook my head immediately, "Agar kisi ko pata chala toh mujhe zinda nahi chodenge!"

(I'll be dead if someone finds out!)

He shrugged, "Tumhari marzi."

(Your wish.)

It was tempting, seeing the way he sipped the strange thing. I took the glass out of his hands slowly and took a sniff.

"Eugh! Kaise peete ho aap ise..." I nearly gagged and turned my face away. The smell was awful.

(Eugh! How do you drink something like this...)

Bhairav Ji turned my face a little and tilted my chin up. "Pata hai... Aakhri baar jis ladki ke saath aise kiya tha, uski naam Manohari thi."

(You know, the last time I did something like this with a girl... Her name was Manohari.)

I froze, "Kya?"

(What?)

"Mai jawan tha..." He smiled to himself, "Bahut saal ho gaye-"

(I was quite young... It's been many years-)

I smacked his chest, "Aap anjaan ladkiyo ko daru pilate the-?!"

(You used to drink liquor with unknown girls-?!)

"Shh..." My husband pressed his hand over my mouth, "Awaaz neeche rakho. Sab so rahe hai."

(Shh... Keep your voice low. Everyone is sleeping.)

I glared at him, "Aap ladkiyo ko daru pilane ke baad kya karte the?"

(And what did you do after getting drunk with them?)

My husband stared at me quietly, "Bachpan mei bahut se galtiya ki hai, Sanjana. Maaf kardo. Tumse shaadi karne ke baad kisi aur ke baare mein socha tak nahi."

(I've made a lot of mistakes when I was young, Sanjana. Forgive me. I haven't even thought of anyone else but you after our wedding.)

His apology seemed heartfelt. But it didn't change the fact that I was upset with him.

"Aur aap sochenge bhi nahi."

(And you won't think either.)

Bhairav Ji smiled, "Ab bhi peena chahti ho toh pilaunga. Humare siva koi nahi jaanne waala."

(If you still want a taste, I'm all for it. Nobody's going to know about this except us.)

I gave him a mocking smile, "Mai khud piungi. Pata nahi kitne auraton ko aapne aise haatho se pilayi hogi..."

(I can drink by myself. God knows how many women you must have treated like this...)

He squeezed my chin, "Unse thodi shaadi ki hai? Maine aaj tak kisi ko apne haatho se daru nahi pilayi hai, meri gilehri. Magar tumhe pilaunga, aa jao."

(I'm not married to them. To this day, I have never treated anyone to whiskey with my hands like this. But I'll do it for you, come here.)

He tipped my chin a little as I held in my breath. Bhairav Ji brought the glass to my lips and made me take a sip. I scrunched my face upon swallowing the bitter thing. It tasted disgusting. Even medicine tasted better than liquor.

"Kaise peeto ho ise...?"

(How do you even drink this...?)

I took sips of his milk to soothe my taste buds a little. My husband only smiled while drinking the rest of his whiskey. "Chaliye... Aap radio lekar upar aa jaiye. Der ho rahi hai," I pecked his cheek with a smile.

(Come on... Let's go upstairs with the radio. It's getting late.)

He spent a few moments staring at me quietly. I blushed, "Kya hua? Aise kyu dekh rahe ho aap?"

(What happened? What's with that look?)

My husband leaned forward and nibbled on my nose, "Pata nahi kitne saalon aur mujhe tumhara ye pyaara chehra sehna padega."

(God knows how many more years I'll have to put up with this cute face of yours.)

I took his glass of milk that I had heated with so much love. Only I'd be stupid enough to serve the brute like a slave. Even though he called me pretty, he made it sound like a chore.

"Phir aap jaakar us Manohari se shaadi kijiye. Aapka dil waha par hi toh hai..." I muttered under my breath while storming upstairs.

(Then you should go and marry that Manohari. Your heart belongs to her anyway...)

Bhairav Ji caught my pallu, "Magar meri Manohari tho yahi hai."

(But my Manohari is right here.)

I glared at him and snatched my pallu out of his hands. My husband chuckled and followed me upstairs. He kept bickering with me over and over again, for every little thing, until the moment we turned off the lights and got into bed. And even after all the things the man had said, he still had the audacity to hug me from behind, his head buried in the crook of my neck.

A few hours later, the children woke up, of course, and I had to take turns, cradling them out on the balcony to make them fall asleep again. Bhairav Ji stayed awake at that time. He had the easier task of tiring the children out by playing with them. Every time he raised them high in the air, their chubby faces lit up in wonderful smiles. Whenever he brushed his beard against them, the children giggled and squealed because of how ticklish it was.

Eventually, Raghav slept on his Father's chest while Janaki slept between Bhairav Ji and me. In an attempt to tire the children out, we were the ones who felt exhausted.

A/N - Question for you guys: Do you like bonus chapters more than the normal ones?