As they waited for the red signal to turn green, she grabbed his hand which was still on the gear.

Before Abhijeet realized what was happening, she had already kissed his hand and let go of it.

Somehow, he started liking red signals…

Smiling and completely love struck, he drove to her house.

Their journey was silent, in the sense, there were no words exchanged. But they said most when they said nothing at all.

Stolen glances, smirks in the mirror, teasing winks and subtle blushes – the journey was full of these. Who needed words when hearts spoke directly?

As they reached their destination, Tarika rushed to her room which left Abhijeet bewildered. Usually she asked him to settle down and made something him something to eat or drink before doing anything else.

He really missed her cooking but it seemed like he wasn't going to get any today. He shrugged and sat down on the sofa.

Maybe she was too tired.

Maybe she thought he wasn't hungry – after all he had had those cookies.

Damn those cookies.

Overthinking had become his habit when it came to her. After a short mental debate, he walked up to her room. The door was slightly open and his mind was soon a battle field.

Abhijeet1 : I should peep in

Abhijeet2: no that's bad manners

Abhijeet1: what bad manners? She is my girlfriend.

Abhijeet2: what if she is changing?

Abhijeet1: as if I haven't seen her unclothed.

Abhijeet2: what if she gets scared and screams?

Abhijeet1: then I can tease her about it all week.

Abhijeet2: oh this sounds fun.

He stood, leaning against the wall, his head bent in such a way that he could see through the slightly open door.

Tarika was standing in front of the mirror, smiling at her reflection. She then turned to make a complete rotation and then her smile widened as she touched her dress.

She then opened the drawer of her dressing table and took out keys. Those were the only keys she never let him touch.

Abhijeet stepped forward. His curiosity was killing him. She shared everything with him – then what was so special about these keys?

As he looked on, he found himself mesmerized when she unzipped her dress. The fabric left her body and came undone in the most perfect, in the most sensual way conceivable.

While she folded the dress, the movement of her body accentuated her curves. And as she walked towards her only locked cabinet, Abhijeet's eyes trailed the movement of her hips most loyally. Left, right, left, right, left, right – his eyes moved to the rhythm her swinging hip set.

It was only curiosity that made him take his eyes off her and look into the cabinet. He smiled as he saw its contents – it had all the clothing items he had gifted her and that too in chronological order!

The black sari, the blue tank top, the deep blue slit skirt, the crop top, the red lace dress, the black coat – everything was safely kept – even the little scarf he had bought her when they went to Manali.

"ahem…"

His attention shifted to the voice and he hung his head down when he found Tarika standing right in front of him with the door wide open.

"Like what you see?" she said, adjusting the strap of her skin coloured bra.

"Each and everything," he smirked as he looked at her first and then into the cabinet which was still unlocked, "Now I know why you never let me touch it."

She blushed and grabbed his T-shirt from her other cabinet which was with her since ages. He moved close to her and hugged her from behind. He crossed his arms on her stomach and whispered in her ear:

"I think it's cute."

"hmm?"

"Secrets," he smirked.

She blushed harder at the innuendo and wriggled out of his arms. She then quickly wore his grey T-shirt to cover her victoria's "secrets" bra.

She then walked away into the kitchen, pretending not to notice that wide smirk on his face.

"Well, I wasn't lying you see, I love both – the cabinet secret and the bra."

He followed her only to be stopped at the threshold of the kitchen.

"sochna bhi mat – tum kitchen mein nahi ghus sakte….yaha ki safai mein akele kar lungi."

"p-p-par…saath mein karte toh – "

"no par war – jao kuch aur karo aur kitchen ko chhodo."

"arrey yaar ye toh puri maa mode mein chali gayi."

"kuch kaha tumne?"

"nahi…wo mein keh raha tha ki koi help chahiye toh bula lena Tarika ji."

"hmm….ab jaldi jao – party ka time ho raha hai."

She thought it was cute when he acted childish. This was no exception. She supressed her laughter when he faked a smile, muttering away.

Making his way towards her room, he took one final look at her. Sure, she looked cute in girly tops and seductive in sexy dresses but man, she looked heavenly in his shirts. It was too long and too large for her and didn't even show any of her curves – but somehow, it always gave him an adrenaline rush.

"Workaholic," he said, loud enough for her to hear.

"But an eye-candy," he added softly.

She had to strain her ears to listen to the second half of his statement. She gave the "he is impossible" nod and continued her work.

Abhijeet made his way to her dressing table. He knew she kept the duster and the dusting cloth in one of those drawers. As he rummaged through lipsticks, eyeliners and creams, he found an old audio disc – the kind that was sold in the early 80s.

From her birth date, Abhijeet concluded that she must not have been older than 6 when it was recorded.

As he made his way towards the audio player, he imagined her "baby Tarika". Huge curious eyes, curly hair that she never allowed them to cut, a rather round face and a cute high pitched voice – that's how he thought she would have been.

He set the sound of the audio player on the lowest so that Tarika wouldn't hear.

"mumma, mumma – papa aapke boyflend (boyfriend) hain?"

She sounded even cuter than his imagination.

"Nahi beta – shaadi ke pehle the."

"mela(mera) bhi boyflend (boyfriend) hoga?"

Suddenly Abhijeet paused the audio, listening to Tarika's scream.

A/N: Uh- oh what happened? And what exactly is there in the audio?

Well, only one answer – stay tuned ;)