S
iya's POV
I looked at the the bread slowly turning burning red as I rubbed off some more oil on it. That's how it's liked in our house , all cooked up and crunchy.
I looked out through the window as our kitchen's window open out towards the garden where Arjun was currently standing pointing the water coming through the pipe in pressure on his bike.
I looked on as he bent down brushing the inner parts of the bike near the silencer by old used Brush.
Indians!
Making the best use out of anything.
I looked aside as Inayat same inside taking her plates for the next sandwich which I passed to her befire she went out.
I continued gazing towards my husband while leaving the bread to work on its own after being kept on the pan.
Arjun looked up satisfied after each of the corner shined on his bike - A typical black Splendor. Stretching his arms back , he looked at me back through the net fixed on the window to prevent insects coming in.
He winked at me, making me chuckle. His lips curled upwards, while his eyes shone bright below the sunlight. He walked inside carefree from all the tensions a man get at days other than Sunday.
I turned back to look at him coming from the front door with a damaged toothbrush, and a bottle in his hand. I looked down as he kept the bottle on the table.
It took a little time for me to realise but I did- He used my Shampoo to wash his bike!
"Arjun."
"Go, Bhabhi is calling you." I heard Kunal instructing him.
"Coming."
Getting no patience , I turned off the gas and came out. Taking the shampoo bottle in my handle , I pointed it at him while he looked on towards me confusingly.
"Arjun, what is this?"
"Shampoo bottle. We don't even use it, so I washed my bike using it. See it shines so beautiful." He looked on grinning towards his bike parked outside the gate .
Looking around towards Inayat and Kunal , I hesitated to reprimand him for flushing down my shampoo. It's him who never use it.
"But what happened?"
"I use that shampoo. But it's okay, now it's almost over."
"Oh , Sorry.I didn't knew. It was filled same when I checked it before so I used it. I will buy you a new, okay?"
His calm words going through my ears touched my heart somewhere and all of the irritation settled in. Nodding , I told him to sit until I bring his breakfast.
I looked aside towards him standing beside me at a good distance supporting his hips on the counter.
"What?!"
"Nothing. You wore pink today. It makes you look more beautiful." He folded his hands on his chest smiling while I looked down hurrying my hands, as it became too hard to stand here gazed by his intense eyes.
"Why are you hurrying so much? Give your hands some rest. I will make the breakfast." He held the spatula's end forcing it out of my hand.
Nodding , I stood aside while he pressed another pair of bread on the pan sticking mashed potatoes in mid.
Until he did that , I took our plated out of my kitchen rack and squeezed some tomato ketchup in bowls for us.
After he served the sandwiches in one plate, we came outside the kitchen to the hallways.
I looked towards the room at Inayat who had settled well in our room for her studies while Kunal sat beside her his gaze sticked towards his mobile.
"What are you looking at. Eat." Arjun urged me holding my hand. Nodding, I focused on my sandwiches. He took his ketchup bowl and taking some of it on his forefinger, he sucked it.
"Ew" I excalimed while he towards me offended.
"What's bad in it? It's tasty!"
"It is."
"How?"
"This sauce is so sweet in taste."
"I like sweets, then?"
"Uhmm- No, you can do that." Again I fell short for words or he has answers for everything, I don't know!
"It's okay. Even you can do that." He brought out his pinky finger and taking some sauce from my bowl, he advanced it towards me. I bent backwards hurriedly. What has gotten into him.
"I can't eat this sweet." I made a scrowling face which got him chuckling.
Again the same dimples , the same curled lips , but yet my heart beats different each time. His lower lip stained red due to sauce while the corners were covered with sauce too.
"You are so cute!"
Wetness sticked on my cheeks after he pecked them.
I looked at him annoyed by this mischief of his.
He again bent towards me pecking my cheeks the same place.
"Arjun. " I whined shifting aside at the utmost corner of couch.
"Okay, okay. I will not do it now." He chuckled standing up from the couch. Taking back our plates , he placed them in sink and proceeded to wash them until then, I roamed around the house after washing my face to avoid stickiness.
Sundays are good. Some companion to do half of your work while you get some free time lazying around.
"Bhabhi, I need to get a haircut for the wedding. So I am going."
"Yes. Take Arjun's bike." I handed him the keys dangling down the keyholder.
"Thanks, Bhabhi."
I smiled at him, while he went out.
Wedding at House! Maa had already detailed me about how to get ready. It's the first function I am going to attend as Arjun's wife.
She had already arranged some golden sets for me to wear saying 'Humari Shaan badegi'.
I have still not got time to decide the clothes, counting on my Lehengas I wore at my own wedding functions. But will it do! Maybe I should buy a new one.
Yes! A new Lehenga.
I have to manofy Arjun for it first. Checking on Inayat for once , I came out of the house to look around the garden.
The China Rose I planted last month taking from neighbouring house has now grew up a lot.
"What are you doing?" I heard Arjun and looked up to see him standing by the door.
"Nothing. I planted this plant when it was just my arm length long and see it now." I pointed towards the curry leaves plant which my Mom asked me to plant which could help me in making Sambhar.
Indian Moms has some huge obsession with making different varieties of food and always has some secret recipes behind each one of them. My mother is no exception. She urges me to try Arjun's favourite occassionally while Ayaan tells me to put some extra spice in his food.
Smiling, he wrapped his arm around me, all of the anti-Arjun thoughts going out from my brain.
Seeing him so close , doctor's words rang inside my brain again.
"Arjun."
He hummed.
"Do I need to go for a therapy?"
The only word therapy threathens me for now. How could I talk about Arjun this deeply with someone else!
"Only if you want!"
"Do you want me to?"
I exhaled as he shook his head.
"Maybe we are lacking somewhere."
I looked at him confusedly turning around.
"Poor communication. Difference in priorities."
He is right. That's something I can't deny. We never talk to each other freely especially me. Maybe not being so personal with a boy ever made it happen.
"You are right."
"So we need to decide something. We will be telling each other whatever we want and prioritise each other over our other duties, okay?"
I nodded smiling. He smiled back at me and cupped my cheek in adoration before going inside.
Today , I realized something different. Speaking less do damage relations. We never talked about how each of us feel , never felt lovey- dovey around each other which resulted in me not responding back to his body that night.
After a quick look towards each of my plant , I came inside the house to check on what Arjun is doing. I looked at him sprawled on the sofa doing something on his phone.
"What are you doing?" I beamed sitting beside him on the one seater.
"Booking our tickets for Himachal."
"When are we going?"
"5th of next week."
It's just one week left. I have to decide for my clothes too. It's first time I am getting too much excited to adorn myself in new clothes. Maybe the reason is 'newly married ' status I got.
Waxing done! Pedicure not needed! Jewellery done! Clothes-
I ticked on the list I mentally noted to keep myself ready there. But clothes are still left.
"Arjun."
My oh-so soft word felt even foreign to my own ears.
A boring chapter! A boring lifestyle!
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