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Aditya's Pov
"Periods?" I figured, keenly observing my wife's varied facial expressions.
Her scowl deepened, as she turned her body towards the opposite side and hugged her cuddle pillow with one arm, while her other arm covered her eyes.
"I told you na, it's nothing." She mumbled, though her irritated yet painful tone couldn't be missed.
I sighed deeply at her stubborn self and scooted a little closer to her.
Touching her arms from the back, I voiced politely, "I know you are in pain, so why are you not telling me? Would you like it if I don't share my pain with you? We both know you are on your monthly cycle."
She remained silent for a few seconds, and mumbled, "It's awkward." She stayed mum, and voiced again, "Talking about it is awkward, very awkward in fact."
I shook my head at her words, though I knew she couldn't see me, "Lae, why awkward. It's natural, and it's a part of life. There's nothing awkward or weird about it."
"I've never talked about it with any male. You won't understand Aditya." She spoke annoyed, now holding her stomach, shutting her eyes in pain.
"I am not just any male, I am your husband Riya. How will I help you, if I am least aware of what you are going through?" I wanted to chide her but decided otherwise.
She straightened on her back the next second, and peered at me with her swollen eyes and murmured gently,
"Talking about it is uncomfortable. It would be uncomfortable for you too."
Smiling at her bufoonish thoughts, I palmed her cheek gently, and vocalized,
"Isn't this relationship all about confiding all the undiscussed, untalked, and uncomfortable topics which we've been dodging since eternity? Isnt"
A subtle hint of understanding marred her features, and she nodded meekly after a few seconds of contemplation,
She now looked a bit ready to voice out her problems and pains, as she opened her mouth to speak,
"My stomach is paining." A pained expression crossed her face whilst saying this.
Before I could utter a word in reply, she added,
"And my back is paining too." I nodded and began to speak, but she again added,
"And my legs too." I opened my mouth to answer, but couldn't,
"And my head is aching." No, this time I didn't attempt to even utter a word, letting her complete first.
"I am feeling nauseous too, and my insides are bubbling with anger, and I am cranky and irritated to the extent that even your jeans on that stupid office chair are irritating me, along with those shoes of yours recklessly lying on the floor." She ended glaring in the direction of my jeans. Her expressions transforming tremendously from pained to anger with each word she uttered while I gulped in horror hearing her.
Uh-Oh.
"Long story short, my whole body is paining. And it is frustrating every month." She finished sobering up and rubbed her face in exhaustion, her swollen eyes making me feel uneasy.
Honestly, I had no idea, what should I say or do to comfort her.
"Why these looks so swollen up?" I caressed the area around her eyes softly, to which she replied,
"It happens always. They seem like swollen up whenever I am on, uh, um, uh periods." Her conscious-self informed, and added, "You know... When I was in my graduation." She started, and I hummed, listening to her attentively,
"I was on my periods one day, and I was going towards the washroom. You won't believe that one of the college professors came to me, and asked if I was on my monthly cycle. When I asked her how did she know, you know what she said? She said that beta your health is being reflected on your face, and my half drooped eyes are enough to confirm the same." She pursed her lips, and I immediately felt bad fathoming how difficult these days could be for all the women around.
I stroked her head gently, and asked,
"You want something? Isha always demands chocolates and maggi these days."
"Noo...I always feel pukish and nauseous these days." She scrunched her nose forming an ewwy expression.
Her eyes widened a little the next second, and she queried immediately, "Isha told you this, like specifically?"
I nodded in affirmation, and answered,
"Yeah, initially she would be cranky or very upset during these days, and whenever I would ask her what happened, she would just say that she is not feeling well, or she has stomach pain. But one day I randomly told her that I know about it, and it's okay, so after that day she started voicing out that it's that time of the month or she is on her periods, and now she is far more vocal about her needs and demands during these days." She looked at me with keen interest,
"Also maybe it's because her nature is already very much frank and reckless since the beginning, or maybe Delhi is also a comparatively open city. So it becomes easy sometimes, discussing the undiscussed things." I shrugged, putting forward my opinion.
"But it's a big thing in small-towns." She mumbled staring aimlessly towards the ceiling, interlinking her fingers on her stomach,
"It's more like some serious issue which is not supposed to be talked about. Discussing about it is like a crime in many households . And even there was a time at our place too when everyone would get awkward whenever such ads would come on the tv, resulting in the change in the channel in a split second." She sighed inaudibly,
"This awkwardness and uncomfort now is the consequence of all the years which we have been expected to stay mum and ignorant about being on our monthly cycles. However with Ayaansh bhai, it was like I never stated explicitly about my periods to him, but I would just say that I am unwell, or just ask him to not tease me much. He would always understand the underlying meaning and in fact would not let me work or walk much, knowing well my condition these days. " She put forward, reminiscing those days.
"It isn't an issue." I voiced softly, "We both know it's a natural process and a very important element of human creation. Life exists because it exists, Haina." She hummed gently at my words,
"Baki, times are changing, so does people, and to be honest, such change in people's outlook cannot be made in an instant. This thing will get more acceptance and awareness once people especially a woman as well start treating periods as natural and normal instead of some taboo or a social stigma." I shared my unfiltered and raw opinion with my wife, while she looked at me admiringly,
"People won't consider it normal Riya, until and unless you don't feel and consider it as normal. So no hiding such things, and no dodging conversations like these in the future? Okay?" I narrowed my eyes at her questionably, while she smiled lazily at me,
"Thank you." She settled my unruly hair, combing them to and fro with her soft-delicate fingers, and I peered at her in a questionable gaze, to which she shrugged dismissively in response.
It's confirmed, I cannot understand this weird species who I now call my wife.
"Is there a heat bag at our home? I forgot to bring mine." Her expectant eyes looked at me,
Thinking for a while, I answered pursing my lips, "I don't think so we have here. Isha has, but she's in the hostel. And mom never used it."
"It's okay." She mumbled, "Hot water bottle?" She glanced at me again, her hopeful eyes meeting mine.
I shook my head pressing my lips, feeling bad for her, and got out of the bed in a second,
"I'll just go and bring it from the market. You wait here." I mumbled, more like said to myself wearing my slippers, and pocketing my phone.
"Aditya, No!" She rose up from her position immediately and sat cross-legged. Her kohl-black hair messed up from laying on the bed, and her face pulled up in a frown.
"Kyu?" I knitted my brows in confusion.
"Have you seen the time?" She spoke annoyed, and pointed towards the wall clock, "It's already almost 12:00!" She remarked, pressing her lips in a thin line.
"Han fir? So what? The market will be open by this time." I tried to convince her.
She slapped her forehead lightly, and rubbed her face exhausted, while I stood there all set to bear Madame Kansal's wrath.
"Do you realize it's almost midnight at the moment?" She informed sarcastically, and spoke again,
"And also, if you go now, then even the nearest shop would take half an hour to reach, then almost 15 minutes there, and half an hour to come back. So you aren't going to come back before 1:30. Moreover, everyone will wake up because of the unlocking of the front door if you go now. They will get tensed for no reason, Aditya. So no, I am not letting you go out at this hour for this petty reason. Nothing will happen if I don't use a heat bag for one night." She scowled towards the end and ordered in a no-nonsense tone.
"Why are you so bossy sometimes." I sulked,
"Why are you so stubborn all the time?" She shot back, crossing her arms grumpily.
Defeated I sat back on the bed, followed by an inaudible sigh,
"Have you seen your face? You don't want to eat anything, your eyes are swollen up, your whole body is paining, you are feeling nauseous, your face has lost the usual color and you still don't want me to go out to bring that one thing that might make you feel better." I admonished her for being so resolute always.
At my words, her chin wobbled up with her lower lips quivering, her eyelids got puffier than before, her nose and cheeks turned red, and her forehead marred with abundant frown lines as she peered at me with teary eyes, almost ready to cry.
"You are scolding me." Her voice quavered, "I was thinking about you only, and you are chiding me that too so mercilessly."
What? Mercilessly?
Is this the inevitable effect of Periods?
Earlier I have to save myself from the emotional turbulence of my mother and sister, and now her too.
I hugged her from the side before her eyes could start the waterworks, and pressed a lingering kiss on her forehead, "Sorry sorry. I am not going anywhere. Okay?" I whispered in utmost politeness, as chiding was not even an option right now.
"Okay." She backed a little shy, her face much better than before, with zero traces of crying, making me gape in bewilderment at her transformed expressions.
"I can't fathom how easily your expressions transform from Scowling-Spitfire to Sentimental-Sharmeeli. Sometimes I feel it will take my whole life to just figure you out." I shook my head hopelessly at her partially giggling, partially painful face.
She shrugged nonchalantly, and laid down on the bed, probably more on my side of the bed, while an idea popped my mind for her situation after a few minutes of sitting idle and brainstorming.
"Sun" I called her, "I am going downstairs, will come in five minutes okay?"
"You are not going outside na pakka?" She confirmed, her eyes half-opened.
"Na." I shook my head assuredly.
"Okay. Don't disturb or wake anyone up, okay?" She mumbled tired, while I nodded smiling, and rushed downstairs.
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Riya's Pov
Seven minutes, Thirty-Two seconds.
I pouted irritated to no one in particular, as I glowered at the room door, right from where my husband went lying straight on my face that he'll come in Five Minutes.
My sulking and cribbing session was still in process when he entered the room with a contented smile, holding two 200 ml cold drink bottles, except that it had water in it and not cold drink, while his other hand held a heating iron.
Hain?
"What's this?" I asked perplexed.
"Wait for a second na." He spared a fleeting glance at me, as he kept the bottles and heating iron on the office table, and sauntered towards the dressing room.
After a few seconds of opening the cupboards, shuffling the contents, and him sulking for not being able to find god knows what, he exited the dressing room with his handkerchiefs in his hands.
This man is hell-bent upon making me mad tonight, and I'll not leave his soul for doing this.
He picked up the bottles, iron, and handkerchiefs and sat near to me,
"Chal lay down." He spoke settling the things on the bed.
"Huh?" I frowned, unable to process anything.
He shook his head helplessly and laid me down by holding my shoulders.
"Here." He placed the bottle on my stomach, right above my top, and rolled it over the area, all the while staring at me expectantly.
A sudden gush of warmth enveloped my insides, and my heart melted at his overwhelming gesture when the hot water from the bottle eased my cramps to some extent, and my eyes closed on their own accord as a deep sense of relief surfaced my body.
"Better?" He asked hopefully, "The water isn't too hot na? Its temperature is more than lukewarm but less than boiling temperature." He mumbled, touching the bottle surface as if rechecking its temperature.
"It's perfect. Thank you." I smiled lazily at him, not able to think anything better to utter at the moment.
"Hold it for a second now." He pointed towards the bottle, making me roll it back and forth on the area.
He plugged in the iron switch and switched on the iron, and after a few seconds, he began ironing his handkerchief by keeping the iron above the white piece of fabric for a prolonged time.
After he was done with both the handkerchiefs, he said,
"Chal raise a little on your position."
"Hain?"
I don't know why the hell I am too confused tonight. I guess my brain has stopped functioning for no reason at all.
His forehead knitted, and he responded frowning, "What is with you saying huh, hain, today? Do what I say na." He chided lightly, while I pouted in response. Nevertheless, I obediently did what I was told.
He placed the handkerchiefs below my lower back, and as soon as the fabric touched my back I let out a sigh of relief, as the dull ache in my lower back region began to subside a little.
He caressed my foreheads eyeing me softly, and whispered smiling, "Home-Made Heat bags."
I giggled softly at his discovery, though each giggle would release a flood down there, "Home-made Heat bags, Aditya Special!" I repeated, grinning widely at him.
"The other bottle is comparatively hotter than this, so use it when this bottle cools down. Okay?" He pointed towards the other bottle at the side, while I blinked my eyes in response.
"Come here." I whispered gently and called him near him.
An oblivious expression swirled up his face, as he neared me,
"A little closer na." I whined, and blushed partially while saying this,
He bent a little and supported himself by placing his hand on the bed, near to my waist on either sides, with an amused glint swirling in his eyes.
"Close your eyes now." I said, more like ordered, unable to cope up with his teasing-naughty smiles, and nauhty-playful gaze.
He shook his head amused, and closed his eyes softly, while I kept staring at this beautiful human unblinkingly for a good time.
Palming both of his itchy-vitchy beardy cheeks, I caressed them tenderly with my thumb, and my insides warmed witnessing a serene smile beginning to mark its territory on his lips.
Mustering the courage, I pressed my lips on his forehead for a soft-lingering kiss, while he drew a deep-inaudible breath at my gesture. My lips lingered on his skin for a few seconds while our eyes remain closed relishing this tranquilizing moment amidst us.
I backed after a few seconds, still caressing his cheeks affectionately,
"You are a very good husband." A hoarse whisper escaped my throat.
He slowly opened his eyes at my words with his opalescent irises watching me with admiration and his subtle smile making my heart melt into a puddle.
His intense gaze has always been too much for me, and his mild intoxicating scent always messes up with my senses and adding more to my misery, our proximate position was enough to make my face even redder than it already was.
"You are a very good wife too." He chastely kissed my forehead, and noticing my blushy-mushy face he teased wriggling his brows,
"Blush-Blush?" I giggled at his remark, while he backed away towards his original position chuckling at me,
"Chal sleep now, It's already very late tonight." He said, adjusting our pillows,
"Hmmm...But no cuddle today. Okay?" He frowned at my words, and asked,
"Why?"
"I am not feeling like hugging or cuddling today." I scrunched my face up at the thought of cuddling tonight.
Says the one who was getting all gushy-mushy a few seconds ago. Wonders of Period swings!
He nodded in affirmation and laid on his side, facing me, while I kept laying on my back, rolling back and forth the second bottle over my abdomen.
I hugged my original cuddle pillow from the side, keeping it close to me.
"You don't want to cuddle me, but you want to cuddle this." He remarked, bitterly eyeing my pillow.
"Oi stop being jealous of this pillow all the time. Jealous man!" I chided sparing a threatening glance towards him, hugging my pillow possessively to protect it from his evil-watchful eyes,
He rolled his eyes at my action, followed by an offended sigh,
"Impossible." He murmured, rubbing his forehead, and I looked at him displeased.
"Acha han, tomorrow is Sunday, so sleep araam se. Turn off the alarm in your phone, I'll do in mine." He said after a few seconds of glaring at my pillow, and picked up his phone to do the needful, and handed me mine.
"Hanji." I replied,
"Good night." He mumbled a while later, all set to sleep.
"Hmm.Good night." I mumbled, all set to remain awake for the whole night, tossing, turning, and visiting the washroom for my frequent pee-sessions.
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Fourth time!
I can't fathom how my bladder can produce so much water content during these days that despite drinking water almost seven hours ago, I have to go again and again, again and again, to lighten the load on it.
Sulking and cribbing, I sauntered towards the bed and tried searching for the stupid a.c remote, to shut this stupid a.c off, and to stop this even more stupid cold from touching me.
2 blankets and one sheet drastically failed to protect me from this antarctic style cold!
After minutes of relentless searching, ruthless cursing, and almost crying, defeated, I nudged my peacefully sleeping husband to come to my rescue.
"Adityaa.." I whispered scooting a little closer to him,
No response.
Expected from this Kumbhakaran!
After five courageous attempts, I succeeded in hearing a drowsy hmm from him,
"Switch off the ac na. It's too cold for me." I requested softly,
"Hmm." He mumbled, still half-asleep, and royally pulled out the ac remote which was carefully tucked under his pillow.
What the hell!
He switched off the a.c with closed eyes like a pro, and murmured groggily, extending his arm,
"Come here."
I scooted even more closer to him, and in his embrace, as he caressed my cold arms with his warm hand under the blanket, while his other hand patted my face softly,
What? I want to cuddle him now!
"Try to sleep, okay." He murmured with his lips pressed up on the side of my head and patted my arms like a child as if trying to make me sleep.
"Hanji." I whispered with my eyes drooping each second, patiently waiting for the sleep to engulf me in a deep-peaceful slumber.
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Yawning, I rubbed my eyes groggily, my mind blank after a long relaxing sleep. Turning to the other side, my eyes searched for my husband who was currently nowhere to be seen.
Shrugging, I shut my eyes again, too lazy and lost at the moment to think or look out for anything or anyone.
A faint noise of the door opening and closing fell in my ears and I opened my eyes to see Aditya walking inside the room, watching me with a tender smile on his lips making my lips curve up in response.
"Good morning." I mumbled sleepily, now sitting on my position. I tried to widen my lazy eyes to wake them up.
He took a seat beside me, near the empty space at the corner of the bed.
Softly tucking my messed up tendrils behind my ear, he smiled "Good morning." and added softly, "Slept well?"
"Hmmm." I hummed, and leaned on his shoulder, wanting to sleep again,
"Pain?" He queried
"It will be there for another two-three days, maybe four." I answered yawning, sparing a glance at him.
"Oh." He responded, probably not knowing how to react.
"What's the time?" I leaned towards the bed-back, my eyes shut.
"11:05" He replied, glancing at the wall clock.
My eyes widened at his words, and I looked at him in horror, "What the hell!"
I felt like crying as to what will everyone think of me, and about mumma doing each morning chore on her own, "Why didn't you wake me?" I posed and tried to get off the bed in a jolt.
Aditya palmed my knees, thus stopping me to get down, "Relax. Nobody is going to say you anything, and vaise bhi it's Sunday, so there's no rush for any work. Also, we all will have brunch, so don't take tension for breakfast or anything."
"What did you say to everyone downstairs then?" I queried.
"That you are sleeping, and was not feeling much well." He replied in a duh- tone.
"Okay." I mumbled lightly, "I should freshen up now, It's already more than 11." I mumured and we both got off from the bed.
I turned around to pick my phone and a silent gasp escaped my throat the moment my eyes fell on the period stains on my side of the bed.
"Oh God.." I shrieked embarrassed.
Aditya turned around as well at my reaction, and I couldn't meet his eyes for the embarrassment I felt at the current moment.
"I uh, I just don't know how it.." I drawled almost crying, "It was so many hours I've used the same....maybe that's why...I am so sorry. I know it might gross you out and it shouldn't have happened, I just.." I spoke haphazardly, collecting the sheet together to wash the stains, while my voice croaked up, too self-conscious as to what would he be thinking of me.
"Riya..." He wounded his arm around me from the side, and rubbed it with his comforting gentle strokes,
"Don't worry, It happens. And no, it doesn't gross me out. It's okay, it's normal." He whispered softly, kissing the side of my head, while I gulped a ball of nerves.
"I'll place and arrange a new bedsheet here," I murmured, still not meeting his eye, and tried to walk towards the dressing room to take out a new bedsheet.
Aditya's hold on my shoulder tightened, and he angled his neck sideways, and said with a frownsome expression, "Go to the washroom abhi and freshen up. I'll settle the new bedsheet."
"No, It's okay, I'll do it." My stubborn self tried to argue,
"Riya...Go!" He voiced firmly, and in a no-nonsense tone, and patted my arms twice before loosening his hold on me.
Defeated and not wanting to argue with him, I strolled in the direction of the dressing room, a little disturbed at the morning event.
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"Boo-Boo!!" Avyukth waddled in the direction of the phone, as bhabhi cheered him for his cute-innocent clumsy strides.
My heart swelled witnessing my nephew take his first steps, as he neared the phone with his wobbly walk, and a million-dollar smile on his face.
Both bhabhi and I clapped enthusiastically at him which made that cheeky little monster clap too while walking too and fro with his messy steps. However, he fell as soon as he tried to clap, and protruded his lips in disappointment, all ready to wail sitting on the floor.
"Avyukth...Come to bua." I encouraged him and indicated with my hands to come towards me, and he got up from his position with his eyes lit up in happiness and made a jiggly wiggly-walk while babbling, Rii, Boo-Boo, ma-ma, and what-not.
"He took his first step last night when Ayaansh was standing near the cupboard. I randomly asked this devil to give his pa-pa his hand towel, and God! He stood up from the floor taking the help of the side table and and started walking towards him. Yaar, I just can't ever forget this moment." She sighed in happiness,
"You must have seen Ayaansh's face, he was over the moon while spreading his arms for avyukth to come to him. Damn yaar, these moments are so beautiful." Bhabhi's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she reminisced the moments from last night.
"He has grown up so fast haina." I gushed eyeing avyu who was now rolling and unrolling on the floor while occasionally passing sweet smiles at me,
"Hmm.." She looked admiringly towards avyu, "It seems like yesterday I gave birth to him, and see now, he is achieving a new milestone with each passing day." She laughed softly, and a sense of nostalgia hit both of us.
From the latest shopping to the latest arguments with our husbands, we gossiped about every possible thing we could think of for the next twenty minutes.
"Acha chal let's talk tomorrow, I've to give him his feed." Bhabhi said noticing avyu who has now turned a little cranky, "You want me to give the phone to mumma?" She asked,
"Mhm." I shook my head, "It's okay. I'll talk to her at night, you give him his feed." I said smiling.
"Bye bye avyu." I spoke in a child-like tone waving my hands at him, and my nephew reciprocated the gesture waving innocently sitting on his momma's lap, with a sleepy smile curved upon his lips.
"Bye." Bhabhi smiled and replying the same, I disconnected the call, feeling immensely happy and inexplicably sad at the same time. Happy because my little nephew is not so little now, reaching a new milestone each day, and sad because I could do nothing but admire his little achievements from afar keeping aside my fervent desire to hug him and squish him in my arms.
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"Kunaaal...Your phone is ringing!" I called out for my brother-in-law from our room where I've been currently resting, as he has left his phone here when both the brothers decided to have a cricket watch-spree in the afternoon.
The phone kept ringing for a while, but he doesn't come. Defeated, I peered at the phone screen when the phone started ringing again.
Trannum.
Oooooo!!
My dearest brother-in-law dashed inside the room, with his eyes wandering here and there for his phone. Hiding the phone behind my back, I glanced at him playfully,
"Trannum huh!' I teased wriggling my brows suggestively, noticing his impatient reaction.
An instant blush adorned his face, as he spoke, "Yaar bhabhi..." He ruffled his hair, just like his brother.
"Girlfriend? Or soon-to-be girlfriend?" I queried feigning innocence, raising his phone in the air to show him a certain someone's missed call.
Rubbing his neck, he murmured, "Girlfriend."
My eyes lightened up at his words, and I asked excitedly, "How many years??"
"Eight." We both walked to the balcony,
"Hain Sacchi! It's such a long time." I gushed in happiness.
"Chal Storytime." I ordered him, feigning bossiness.
He chuckled at my order and shook his head at me.
With his eyes beaming in nostalgia, he started, "I met her at our maths tuition in class tenth." He paused, and added a second later,
"You know I had a slight crush on her friend, and I wanted to take her help for manoeuvering her friend but I just don't know how, in that process, I ended up liking her, and then loving her." He smiled softly, aimlessly looking at the houses around, his hands on the railing.
"You know bhabhi," He angled his neck sideways, "That cruel woman rejected me not once but thrice, thinking we might not have a future ahead, and it's just a timely infatuation, but finally gave in a few months later. Rest is history." He shrugged lightly, summarising his story.
"Where is she now, working?" I queried,
"Hanji, In Delhi itself, She has a home baker. Earlier she went to Bangalore, worked there for a year and a half, but left the job to pursue baking." I nodded slowly, processing in the information,
"It might have been tough haina, maintaining such relationship for a long time. Isn't it." I posed, witnessing little munchkins playing hide-and-seek.
He chuckled a little, and said, "Very. We broke up around a million times in the past decade."
"Vaise bhi which relationship is easy bhabhi?" He gazed at me questionably and then answered his question himself,
"There are ego issues, misunderstandings, miscommunications, long-distance issues, insecurities, jealousies, trust issues, career issues, family issues, and what-not." I hummed at his words in response, my own thoughts wandering to how complicated these relationships are.
"Every relation whether old or new has all these issues, even more than these. But I guess it's all about how truly both of you want to remain invested in that relation, and how impassionately you want to be with the other person." I nodded, listening keenly,
"This is what makes a relationship moving." I mumured,
"In the past eight years, we fought, we yelled, we cried, we broke up, we didn't talk to each other for days, we felt like that this was it, but still, in the end, we were together. Maybe it was because we knew that we could make this work, and our love is strong enough fight what comes our way." He poured his heart out, a subtle smile residing on his lips, with his eyes twinkling with incomprehensible emotion,
"True.." I murmured, not able to form any other word except for processing how deep these relationships are, and to what extent they demand efforts.
Emotional Investments as my Husband name it as.
"Anybody knows her?" I asked him,
"Mhm.." he shook his head, "Bhai knows and you now. Isha has an idea, but not the full story."
"So marriage plans?" I wiggled my brows,
"If it was in my hands, I would marry her right away." He spoke instantly, making me laugh heartily at his impatience.
Courtesy to my laugh, my aunt flow graced her presence in abundance down there.
"But she has just started her home bakery, and she wants to build her name first, as well as get some connections to set her business up. It will take a year I guess."
"Hmm...That is important too." I agreed,
"Bhai didn't come?" He asked, and I shook my head in response,
"Your bhai has started showing his typical husband traits to me, going out for work even on Sunday." I scowled thinking of my cruel husband who left his not-so-brand-new wife at home for his evergreen work.
"Sometimes I want to yell at those overly enthusiastic clients for scheduling their stupid meetings on Sunday and eating up our time together," I mumbled jokily, annoyed by that whoever Mr. Mishra was, who took my husband away from me.
"Bhai is up for some scolding today I guess." He teased, raising his brows suggestively,
"Lae you talk about some scolding, I am not going to give him his dinner today, also he will be chucked out of the room as well!" I jested, playing along with him, with both of us chuckling towards the end.
*****
"De I'll keep it." Aditya took more like snatched the plates from my hands and sauntered towards the dining table.
I picked up the chapati box from the shelf but before I could take a step ahead, he came inside the kitchen again and voiced scowling,
"You made the chapatis na, and mom made the curry?" He asked while I nodded more like a child being scolded from her mother.
"Han then bas ab. Go, I'll settle everything on the table. Stubborn-head woman." He muttered at the end and chided me lightly, while I pouted in defense.
"But you just came home..." Before I could complete the sentence, he interjected,
"So?" He pinned me with his husband-style glare making me shut up the very instant.
"Going going, stop glaring at me, glaring hulk." I murmured and walked outside the kitchen huffing and puffing.
******
How does it feel to be watched out while you are eating something, especially when you are in zero mood to eat anything?
Everybody was now inside their rooms, while I was sitting here on the dining table with my husband watching me with hawk-eyes only to ensure that I eat this nausea giving chapatis and curry.
I was mistaken when I thought that I was saved when I gave the reason of not feeling hungry to everyone on the dining table but never knew my sadu husband would stop me from going to the room until and unless I've my dinner first.
"Please." I peered at him Innocently with hopeful eyes,
Instead of agreeing to my plea, he frowned and remarked, "You didn't want to eat anything in the morning I agreed, you didn't ate anything in the evening, I agreed. But I am not mad that I'll let you sleep without eating anything."
"Acha chal eat only one chapati." He voiced after witnessing me glaring at the plate and occasionally him.
Exasperated and annoyed I swallowed the food with much difficulty and in silence, and stomped upstairs after finishing the food. However, I very well knew Mr. Kansal must be shaking his head helplessly at me keeping the utensils in the kitchen basin.
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Aditya's Pov
As soon as I entered our room my gaze fell on my angry wife who was laid down on the bed, with her back turned towards me.
God! This woman is high on mood swings today.
I sauntered towards the bed, and laid down on my side, and scooted a little closer to her, the weight of my upper body supported by my elbow.
Carefully, I peeped in to see her face from the back and witnessed those frown lines on her forehead, lips protruded, cheeks puffed up, and eyes shut tightly that clearly stated in big-bold letters,
Aditya Kansal you are in trouble.
Oh and yeah, did I mention she was still cuddling that stupid third-wheel pillow?
Sighing, I braced myself up for her wrath and maneuvered, gently palming her shoulder, "I guess someone is mad at me?"
I stifled my laughter as she bobbed her head up and down rapidly still marring her earlier expressions.
"Acha why is that?" I feigned innocence,
"Huh!" She shrugged arrogantly and hugged her pillow more tightly,
"Acha at least give a hug to me as well, I am hug-deprived since morning." I requested trying my luck, and a look of contemplation hit her face.
She thought for a while, fiddling with the ends of her cuddle pillow, and a few seconds later, she turned around and wounded her arms around my back, her face pressed up in my chest.
"You are cruel." She remarked annoyed,
"Hmhm." I answered awaiting her next statement, and kept playing with the edges of her hair,
"You do not listen to me." She put forward her next complaint.
"Hmhm." I hummed again,
"You force me to eat when I don't want to." She mumbled angrily,
"Hmhm."
"You don't care for me." She commented a few seconds later, probably figuring out what else to say.
"Hmhmhm." I nodded in affirmation,
She pressed her chin to my chest, and scowled at me,
"You are not even defending yourself now!" She voiced exasperated and hid her face in my chest pouting in offense.
"Anything else?" I posed after a few seconds of silence, while she shook her head vehemently, tightening her hold on my back,
Pressing my cheeks on her head, I started,
"If forcing you to eat at least one meal a day so that your body is able to restore the energy that you have been losing these days is cruelty and implies me not taking care of you, then I don't know what care is." She rubbed her neck on my chest, still silent,
"You didn't eat anything in the morning, I agreed. You didn't eat anything in the evening, I agreed, understanding your reason for feeling nauseous and pukish. But I can't let you sleep empty stomach at night, haina."
She remained mum for a few seconds, and shifted a little backward to spare a glance at me,
"That means you won't force me to eat anything in the morning tomorrow. Haina?" Her eyes brightened up, followed by a wide grin at her nonsensical assumption. I slapped my forehead in exasperation, confounded by her stupid expectations.
"Sometimes I wonder why did I say yes to this alliance." I shook my head hopelessly, while she giggled at my remark, and boasted,
"Because you couldn't resist saying yes to me. You were charmed by me." She dramatized,
My wife knows me so well, but she doesn't need to know it.
Rolling my eyes, I raised my brows arrogantly, "Can't resist you? Aur na kuch?"
"Na bas." She trailed off dramatically, grinning broadly, and I bumped my head with her teasingly, and as always she feigned annoyance, scowling madly at me.
Damn, Life's fun with this woman of mine.
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