✿ Vaidehi✿
I woke up to the sound of knocking on the door, my eyes glancing towards the wall clock. It showed 8 AM.
8 AM already? How can you sleep in so late, Vaidehi?
What's the need to get up bitch, let others care for world. You should care about your sleep. I can imagine Samaira saying so.
And a small smile curved my lips. A tiny one but well enough to be classified as smile.
I am missing my girlfriends.
Quickly throwing aside the blanket and wiping my face, I opened the door. There stood Navya, smiling as always.
"Good morning, Bhabhi. I hope, I didn't disturb you. Anyways, here is your dress. Ma sent it for you. You have to do a lot of rituals today, god knows what-what. Just be quick, Bhabhi, I have to steal you away for some selfie sessions and chit-chat."
She just said everything in one breath. God, this girl is just like me. I do this everytime , I am nervous.
"Okay, sure!" I replied, taking the dress from her before retreating into the room.
As a message sound ringed on my phone, I picked it up and opened our group chat.
No boys, only men
Samaira - Do you guys think I should settle down?
Avika - You found a man bitch? How dare you! Where was I , when this happened?
Samaira - Most probably busy finding a man for yourself? Anyways, apply some filter, my Vaidu baby will catch bad habits.
Avika - So, when am I meeting your Mr. Perfect?
Samaira- Hold on! I am finding Mr. Disaster not Mr. Perfect
Avika - Suits you *devilish grin*
You - Morning Girls
Samaira - How's everything Vaidu? And don't forget to speak back. You can ask come backs from me , all for free. I just want your Mr. to pull out his hair in annoyance.
You - I know. Well are you really finding someone?
Samaira- Not someone but a goat whom I am going to slaughter
Avika - Mommmmmmyyyyyy. Give him the best torture ever. Muhhhahaahh XOXOXO
Samaira - You... meet me. I will fix your dirty brain today. Don't you have any shame talking with a newspaper editor like this?
Avika - Why don't you publish this in your newspaper? The great sexy mommy - Samaira Khurana is finding a perfect fucker to kill him by her seduction skills. I am already pitying your Mister. Poor man... ahmm..ahmm..
You - Yaar, you girls. My holy eyes..
Samaira - This girl is going to hear something from me. Close your eyes Vaidu..
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch x 100000
Wait! I was going to bath and these two dragged me in their chatting. I need to go.
You - Bye, will talk later
As I prepared to take a bath, the door to the study room swung open, and in walked Atom Bomb himself. He looked utterly disheveled, like he hadn't slept a wink. I bit my lower lip to stifle a laugh.
Rubbing his eyes, he stumbled forward, only to stub his toe on the bed's corner. Grimacing in pain, he cradled his injured toe in his hand, but his misfortune didn't end there. With a loud thud, he then banged his head against the wall. Emitting a low growl, he cursed under his breath.
Seems like he's even clumsier than I am.
"I am going to bath first," he declared, his ego still intact despite his disheveled state.
"And what makes you think that, Mr. ?" I countered, placing both hands on my hips.
"Because you women take forever in the bathroom, and I'm not about to wait around for ages." he retorted impatiently.
"And how is that my problem? Your lack of patience isn't my concern," I shot back, turning to stride towards the bathroom. But he swiftly blocked my path.
"I said I'm going first."
"To aapke bolne se kya pathaar ki lakir ho gyi? Bol to aise rhe hai jaise ki.." I trailed off.
(Does your every word turn into a law? You're speaking as if...)
"Jaise ki kya?" he demanded.
(As if what?)
"Main kyun batau?" I countered.
(Why should I even tell you?)
"To maine pucha kya?" He gritted his teeth in annoyance.
(So,did I asked?)
"Your memory seems to be quite weak," I remarked.
"Whatever, I'm going, and that's final."
I never understood why rich people don't have two bathrooms in their bedroom. What's all that money for, anyway?
"Did you forget your phone in the study? I think it's ringing," I feigned innocence, wearing my most innocent expression.
If I have to live in this house, I can't allow myself to be beneath him. I won't let this man triumph over me and dominate me.
"It might be my manager..." he mused, rushing towards the study. Just as he disappeared into the room, I quickly closed the bathroom door.
"Wait! I broke my phone last night. How can it be ringing? This woman!" I heard him grumbling from outside as I turned on the shower.
Just you wait, Mr. Atom Bomb. Watch how I chip away at your ego.
I bathed peacefully, taking my time, knowing full well that Atom Bomb might have exploded outside. Once done, I stepped out of the bathroom, grateful that he wasn't lurking nearby.
Grabbing the sari from the bed, I struggled with the blouse's threads but managed to tie it. Just as I was wrapping the sari around myself, the balcony door swung open. I quickly covered my cleavage with the remaining fabric.
"Uh... I... uh... sh... I entered..argh..you..oh no..I. didn't m-mean..you..me..shit..." he stammered.
"Now, will you go out or just keep stammering and staring?"
Nodding he left through the door and I sighed in relief.
Note to self: always check all the doors first.
I finished draping the saree and fastened the necklace around my neck. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I combed my hair, letting it cascade down my exposed back. I applied vermillion to the parting of my hair.
I should remember that I am married now.
"You can come in now," I called out to him. But I was not ready to look at him at any cost, the incident few minutes ago was embarrassing.
"How can you do this?" He stormed inside, his frustration evident in his voice.
I furrowed my brows in confusion. What did I do now?
"You took 45 minutes to bathe, and that wasted my 45 minutes," he exclaimed, his irritation palpable.
"Aren't you wasting your time by indulging in worthless conversation? Go and use your time to bath before your mother comes," I retorted, my patience wearing thin.
He sighed and walked towards the bathroom. "Well, I see, ever since I told you to start speaking, you've become a parrot. Good. Progress from goat to parrot."
His mocking tone grated on my nerves. "At least I'm not sulking like a monkey," I shot back, unable to resist the urge to retaliate.
As soon as the sound of the shower being turned on reached my ears, I sat down on the bed, contemplating my next moves. Today's schedule was a mystery to me; I had no idea what rituals or customs awaited us.
In a few days, I'll have to return to college. I can't afford to take too much time off. And I will have to bear this head ache named Sanskaar as well.
Honestly, I am done with this man in this little time only. Our vibes can never match. How on earth am I supposed to spend my life with him? Because divorce isn't an option.
So, I will have to become bipolar if I wants to survive with him. Right now, I can think of only one word about him. Of course Sam's favourite word - Asshole.
It is like this word is just made for him. Perfect.
And then suddenly the door of bathroom opened and stepped out Mr. Ass.. shit, no. Samaira, what have you done to my tongue?
Mr. Atom bomb stepped out. Water drops falling from his hair strands , which are all over his forehead. Thankfully he is dressed already.
No more wastage of time.
"Are you ready?" He asked, his attention entirely focused on adjusting his hair strands. Just as I was about to nod in response, I hesitated.
No, I am not a goat.
"Yes," I replied, keeping my tone neutral.
"Good. Now listen carefully," he continued, his words falling from his lips like drops of rain on parched ground. "I hope you remember what I told you last night, and I am repeating it again. Keep it in mind for a lifetime. Stay away from me as much as possible. There's no need to put on a show of being the perfect husband and wife in front of my family. They know me well enough. But at least maintain that facade for the media. You wouldn't want to tarnish your father's chances of winning, would you? Speak your mind freely, because I am not here to decipher your thoughts and expressions. You'll have to speak out everything. And most importantly, maintain a minimum distance of four feet from me at all times."
I regarded him with a bored expression, as though he were just another professor giving the most boring lecture ever.
Shlok was the only man who could engage me with his words. Stop it, Vaidehi. Forget about him. But how?
As we made our way down the stairs, memories of Shlok flooded my mind, clouding my vision with tears. Damn it, why did he have to occupy my thoughts at a time like this? I cursed myself for being so clumsy, for always finding a way to embarrass myself. Just as I placed my heel on the next step, I misjudged the distance and felt my foot slip.
But before I could plummet down the stairs and add another chapter to my book of embarrassment, something miraculous happened. I didn't fall.
Instead, I was enveloped in a cloud of dark, intoxicating , addictive scent that momentarily chased away my fear. Opening my eyes, I saw my husband almost leaning over me, reaching out to prevent my fall.
His dark eyes piercing into mine. And for some reason it felt strange.
Gathering my balance quickly, I straightened up and continued down the stairs.
"Remember, falling isn't option. You'll only end up hurting yourself. Do you always fall so easily, like a doll?" His voice sliced through the air, laced with disdain.
What fall was he talking about? Did I really fall so easily? Yes, I did. I fell for Shlok's smile. Just a smile.
And I am sure that I will never fall for such a man.
"Four feet," we both repeated mechanically, creating a distance between us that felt more like a gaping void than a mere physical space.
"I can close my eyes, you guys can continue. I was coming to tell you that everyone is waiting for you," Aahan announced cheerfully, oblivious to the tension in the room. Blinking after this sudden shock, I found Aahan coming upstairs.
Atom bomb surely showed his haunting eyes to the poor boy, who quickly shut his grin at the sight.
Why don't someone shift him in mental hospital? Can't he see someone smiling for a moment? Ass... no Vaidehi, don't use such words. Okay, Saale is fine? Right?
"Aahan, what are you doing at home?" He increased the 4 feet distance to 7-8 feet by his pace, walking towards his brother.
"To kya sadak pe ghumna tha mujhe?" Aahan asked, his lips curving into a smirk.
(Was I supposed to roam on streets?)
"Why didn't you go to college today?"
"Accha ji, aap chuti karo to theek, aur mai karu to galat. Nainsafi ho rhi hai ya.. dekh lo bhabhi apne pati ko.." Aahan retorted, sensing the tension in the air.
(Oh, so it's okay for you to take a day off, but if I do, it's wrong. Is this fair? Look at your husband, Bhabhi)
He almost growled at him, and Aahan quickly ran away, stumbling on the stairs in his haste.
As soon as we stepped towards the main hall, his mother's eyes caught us, and she called us over.
"Nazar na lage mere baccho ko," she said, taking a bit of kajal and applying it behind our ears. The look on his face was priceless. It seemed like he was still sulking over not being able to bathe first.
It's just the beginning, mister. Just wait and watch.
(May my children remain protected from evil eyes.)
"Come, we will visit the temple first. Then the rituals will be completed," she said, leading the way. I walked alongside her and Chachi.
How can this grumpy man be their son? His parents are too sweet, while he is bitter than bitter guard.
"We elders will go in one car, you should go with those monkeys eagerly waiting for you," Chachi remarked, patting my cheek, and gesturing towards his siblings who were laughing about something while he remained sullen.
"Sanskaar, take her in your car as well."
"Her?"
"What do you mean 'her'? She is your wife."
"Is that so? I didn't know earlier."
"No jokes."
"My dear car doesn't have that much space."
"No excuses."
"But chachi.. '
"Nothing, Sanskaar. She is going with you, and that's final."
I watched them, noticing how he was trying his best to avoid me. And now I would have to sit in his car, next to him.
Can someone tell me how much distance there is between those two seats? What about 4 feet?
4 feet... 4 feet... 4 feet..
I kept repeating in mind, maybe that will do some miracle. Or I will switch my seat with one of his siblings.
I am not going to sit beside him, not even in heaven.
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