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"...You should have woke me up" she said to him who was brushing his hair, stood before the Dressing table."Why should I?" he replied sternly, looking at the image of her, in the mirror, who was looking at him angrily sat in the middle of the bed.
"How insensitive you're.." she was saying but stopped, when she saw the pale green color saree at the bed side table and then she saw: a plate of break fast, a mug of coffee and her hand bag set all ready.
"You did all this?" she asked skeptically, a little overwhelmed by her sight, and trying to believe her eyes.
"Yes, I did.. to save your time" he said coming towards her. He sat beside her when he listened her saying.
"You don't have to do this, mahir"
"I really want to do this, bela" he said taking his Guitar into his hands.
"I'll wait for you.Get ready fast" he added, striking something on his guitar. She was taking the saree in her hands."Eat the break fast first, Its getting cold" she listened him saying."Then feed me, listen to me" she said with a challenging tone, quite irritated with this deal.
"Feeding you? Are you four?"
"Were you four? When I had feed you?"
The images of that day prickled back into his mind.The very initial days of their marriage.
"That's because I was busy in composing my new music album, I didn't have any time to eat. you know!" he replied.
"Then you do this, now, just for me..any way, you said you'll listen to me?"
Mahir took the plate without any further arguments, and seconds later he took a little piece of poori, dabbling it in Aloo curry and kept in front of her lips. She moved forward, taking the piece in her mouth, her lips skimmed his nails, licking his finger tips in a seemingly accidental manner but the truth is: she intentionally did that.
And in the next moment she was annoyed to see his plain face,there wasn't any reaction from him,even if there was any, he successfully hided it. In next few minutes he continued the same thing just feeding,doing nothing else; he isn't even talking anything which annoyed her some more.He promptly scuttled down from the bed, as soon as the poori completed, and left the room: to wash his hands, and to keep the plate in kitchen.
By the time when mahir returned to their bed room, he saw the image of bela draping saree.The saree which was selected by him. He reluctantly averted his gaze before sitting on the bed, taking his Guitar , trying to strike something but absolutely doing nothing.
She was holding the Pallu with one hand, and trying to make the Pleats of saree with another hand, but in a fleeting second of her carelessness that was dropped from her hand. This was the third time and she felt nothing seems working today.
"Mahir, will you help me" and in the next minute, she saw him near her, knelt down at her feet, taking the saree which was pooled down on the floor. He painstakingly did the pleats before moving up and tucking them under her petticoat and in that process, the back of his palm was touching her milky skin making her breath hitch..but he immediately moved back.
The devoid of his touch and indifference in his behavior, bela suddenly felt that there was a Light year of distance between them, even though they're just a few inches away. Was he still hurt of her words? the mere thought made her repent her own behavior with him, in that morning.
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