"Stop there"
I startled at the sudden loud voice. I turned my head towards it's direction. There I saw him standing near our bedroom door. Or should I say his bedroom? He kept on staring at me angrily while my fingers are trembling. I gulped loudly...
"Umm....", I looked up at Kavya trying hard to pretend as if I am thinking. But I lost my appetite the moment I saw Kavya here with that freaking waitress uniform. "I will... I will have .... chicken with sausage"
Kavya stared at me back for a moment before blinking her eyes like realisation hit her and quickly noted down something in her pad. I can feel Nyka's eyes shifting between me and Kavya in confusion. Probably confused about the staring battle going on between us. But who cares?
"I will be back with your food SIR.", she emphasized the word 'sir' and twirled around to leave. She is still wearing the same cotton salwar from morning. She is very different from the girls I have met in my life, she is so natural, simple and yet beautiful. My eyes followed her every action as she headed to a desk and placed a piece of paper from the pad on it.
"Baby."
Why the hell is she working here? I wanted to stand up and stride towards her to get the answers for the millions of questions erupting in the back of my mind. But having Nyka with me is not helping me to do so. There is no doubt that she will make a scene about it.
"Baby, I know you are mad at me. And I admit it, it's completely my fault. I shouldn't have said that things about her, in fact about anyone. But I just blunted everything in the heat of the moment....."
My mind couldn't pay attention to whatever she is saying, I am too busy watching my wife working as a waitress in an old fancy diner and that too at night time. Still I can't believe my eyes, why does she has to work as a low paid waitress anyway? Is she that much desperate to adapt to a part time job after realising she wouldn't get a penny from me? Is it about her college fee or anything? Whatever it is, if any of our family comes to know this, it will be the death of me.
"I always had a crush on you baby. I still have. Please don't throw me away for that mistake I have done. I am a stupid to talk against you, but I swear that won't happen again. Because I like you so much Parth. You mean the world to me. Please don't ignore me, I can't stand seeing you ignoring my calls and texts all the time......"
Is she still wearing the Mangalsutra? I can't define why but I was actually quite shocked and felt somewhat happy when I saw the Mangalsutra around her neck this morning. The fact that she is still wearing it after all I have put her through amazed me. This morning was a pure bliss, I tasted a strange feeling when I woke up to see myself tangled with her soft body. But she was fast asleep at that moment, as I was not capable of disturbing her beauty sleep, I snuggled more into her nuzzling my nose into the crook of her cleavage. I couldn't help but get addicted to her scent.
Everytime I see her, why do I have a feeling like there is something hidden beyond what I see in her eyes? Why do I have to get a feeling that I am wrong about her?
"Parth", a desperate tone of Nyka bursted out my bubble of thoughts and I finally turned my head to look at her.
"The food has arrived.", she stated untangling her hand from mine. I cleared my throat and started eating the food. But I haven't noticed Kavya coming to our table, perhaps she has sent someone else to avoid encountering us again.
I checked my surrounding to see her still leaning on the deck talking to a guy who is standing behind it. From what I see, I can tell he is a chef with that white cap on his head and wearing the same apron like every other workers here.
"Parth."
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