21.Experience
The Mafia's Indian Bride
Zoya's POV
While I went to the room after the poojas I found him sleeping so peacefully. Apart from his large frame he looked like a baby sleeping peacefully.I had asked the maids to give him food so that's not an issue. I was busy admiring him when I realized that he was sleeping in my room on my bed, now where will I sleep. My mom would have asked the maids to keep our bags in the same room. I went downstairs. " Mom" I called. " What do you need" she questioned me. " I need another room", she gave me her judgemental look. " It's just Renzo's sleeping peacefully and he taken the entire bed for himself, I don't have any space to sleep in it." I say in a slow voice hoping that she will believe it. " Oh real3. Let me come and check" she said and dragged me along with her to my room. When we entered the room Renzo was sleeping in a corner leaving me a lot space to sleep in. " It looks like the problem is solved. Now you can sleep in the bed, can't you?" she says. " Yes absolutely. I have more than enough space now. " I say with a big smile. Saying goodnight she leaves the room. I go to the bathroom to change my dress. I really don't want to take the risk of changing my clothes in the room.
After changing my clothes, I looked around my room to find something in which I can sleep. But to my unfortunate luck there was nothing in my room. You should have brought a couch when you had the chance, my inside voice told me. I took a bed sheet and pillow to sleep on the floor, but it was so uncomfortable given that I have never slept on the floor. I looked at Remzo he was still sleeping on the edge of the bed, it would never hurt if I slept at the other edge right. I took the pillow and the bed sheet and arranged it on the other end of the bed, in between I placed pillows to maintain distance between us. God please I should not do my rollings today, I prayed and then slept.
Next morning
I woke up with a large hand on me. As I guessed I was far away from my territory. I was cuddled near Renzo. I really hate my self, it can't even have a bit of self control while sleeping on a bed with another person. I slowly lifted his arm, God he was so heavy. But I am stronger than I look. I placed his arm back on the bed and went to get ready for the day. As I was helping mom prepare breakfast Renzo came down along with my dad. I hope he was not aware that I cuddled up with him, it would be so embarrassing. As they were about to leave after having breakfast Renzo spoke. " I have work all day but I will be back by evening, then we can go outside. I really want to look at the places here so be ready" he said and I nodded my head.
Renzo's POV
Last night I had the best sleep of my life having Zoya cuddled up near me. I heard her mom telling her that she can now sleep on the bed. I also saw her trying to sleep on the floor and failing and as the last resort planning to sleep on the bed arranging pillows between us. I wait until she was completely asleep to move the pillows aside and take her into my embrace. It may look like I took advantage of the situation but I have always wanted to cuddle with someone. But when I woke up in the morning she was gone already. After having breakfast and telling her that we can go outside in the evening I left along with Nivin. I had arranged a meeting with all the mafia gangs in India today and all the gang leaders were to meet up with me today in one of Nivin's warehouses.
When I entered the room every one became silent. I told them my plan and explained them about each and every step we were going to take. They all had a lot of doubts, so I cleared those too. By the time the meeting got over it was already five in the evening. I left Nivin to handle the rest and went to Zoya's home. She was there waiting for me. Once she saw me she stood up. Just give me a minute I will take a bath and come I told her before walking towards the room.
I took a bath and went downstairs. She looked at me . " So where do you want to go?" She asks me. " First let's get food then we can visit the monuments" I tell her. She again nodded her head. As we were driving, " Stop..stop the car" Zoya yelled. " What happened " I asked her. " Have you tasted Indian street food? They are the best and there is stall over there come on" she said while pulling on my t shirt, she looked so cute right now. I gave into her and agreed.
We went to the shop and had pani puri, aloo chat, Tunday Kebab and lassi
They were all so tasty, I would eat a plate every day if I got a chance. Now I understand why she insisted that we try it. I didn't even have to tell her that I like it because my face told her it all. Then we planned to go to the Taj Mahal. It was an hour drive from where we were. I have always wondered what was so special about it. Today I am going to see it for my self. We went inside the Taj Mahal after taking the tickets. We sat on a bench. It was nearly dark. " You know King Shah Jahan built it for his wife Mumtaz when she died. It is viewed as a symbol of love. But there are a lot of conspiracies revolving around it. It took 22 years to construct it and it was constructed using white marble. There is a saying that Shah Jahan cut off the hand of the architect so he will not construct a masterpiece like this ever again in his life." Zoya said. I looked at her in awe. " Don't look at me like that I was kind of a history nerd while in school. You know once we were given a assignment to make monuments with waste materials or using clay and I made one using both, I was in seventh grade and if you looked at it you would not believe it was a model of the Taj Mahal. I made it myself and no one helped me. I was basically fixing everything up the day before the submission of the assignment. Next day when I went to school I was late and the assembly had already started and the students were standing outside for the assembly. I struggled a lot with my project, it started falling apart, when I reached my class all the pillars were gone. I pasted it again and it was standing again. Then our history teacher told us that we will be doing a exhibition with those models. And then the day came I looked at all the models around me I felt so embarrassed. Our principal walked around the corridor inspecting the models. When he reached mine he just stood near me. " So what is this? " he asked me. " It's a Taj Mahal sir" I told him with a smile. " A blue Taj Mahal" he asked again. "Yes sir" I replied him. Then he left. I started laughing " You made a blue Taj Mahal " I asked her. " Let me finish my story. Then my social teachers started coming one by one. I told them that due to pollution the Taj Mahal is turning yellow and that I thought that it will turn blue as the time passes. I know it was a naive answer but I was not able to come up with a better answer. One madam just stood near me smiling " What's the real reason? " she asked me. "Um.. I ran out off white paint and it was late at night, I had a lot of blue paint with me so I decided to paint it blue." I told her innocently. She began to laugh I too joined her. She soon told to the other teachers who were standing nearby. " By the way the Taj Mahal will turn black not blue. " she told me. " Yes ma'am but I needed a reason to explain why I painted it blue and there are not enough proof that it will turn black, what if it turns blue" I tell her. She just laughs at me and leaves. It was such a embarrassing day even small kids laughed at me that, I was also a kid but you know it felt weird. I still think about it and laugh." she finished talking and turned to look at me. I was struggling to control my laughter but once I saw her face I lost control and laughed my heart out. She didn't look offended she just smiled at me. " It was a really funny story but I have to appreciate you for all the quick answers you made up, those were very intelligent answers." I said pushing her nose a bit. " You know you look good while laughing" she told me I just smiled at her.
(That Taj Mahal story is a real one and it's my life experience and the model was mine. I still feel flustered thinking about what happened that day but It also makes me smile. All we have to do to have a beautiful life is to cherish small moments. Hope you too follow it. )
It was pretty late so we started our journey back home. While driving I again thought about her story and about how innocent she is still now. I would do anything to keep her with me I will go to any height for her.
Soon we reached home and went to the room to take a bath and sleep. I took a shower first followed by her. She came and sat on the other end of the bed and arranged the pillows and then laid down. But I didn't like it so I moved the pillows aside and pulled her to me. She squealed. " Sshh my dear you wouldn't want your parents to wake up would you" she shook her head. I her her close to my chest, so she dozed off. I kept on staring at her until sleep took hold of me.
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Hey everyone this is the longest chapter I have written and I am happy with this chapter I hope you too enjoy it. Thank you for you support.