he stood up and strode towards the kitchen area.. She was filling his plate with more paranthas and when she turned he was standing on the entrance
"I don't remember marrying you!!" He Controvert
"you were too drunk!" She replied not making an eye contact and gripping the tray in her hand firmly
"look Ms. if you are up for money then please dont make this up and ruin my already messed up image! I am struggling so hard to get the next project and if this news of me marrying you in the drunk state will create more chaos!" He dreaded
she preferred looking down for the time being he is her husband and she felt it wrong to look in his eye
"look at me!" he ordered
she did and all he could see was the unflinching truth! she had no guilt no fear in her eyes
unclenching his muscles he stood there holding his head
"I have no right to destroy your life!" he asserted, she kept her head low and bit her lip slightly
"look! you don't know me and trust me am very bad with women!" he chuckled trying to sound cringy af so that she can reconsider her stay with him
"you can open up any news about me and see how I treat ladies!" he bad mouthed himself more "don't you feel cringed within my presence?" he tried toning his voice into some different sort
"I felt safe in your arms!" she replied softly
he stood there perplexed.. this lady don't even know him properly let alone her he has seen her just this morning and god knows if this is even truth or nightmare!!
he pinched himself hard only to moan louder
"jee!" her voice and hands automatically went up to check him... the concern in her voice hit him hard.. never anyone in his life had shown him this much concern else than his mother and here this lady maybe in her earlier thirties came from nowhere claiming him to be her husband shows this much concern on his mere moan!
for once he admired how she looked! wearing a cream white salwar kameez.. really beautiful!!... but choosing to ignore his thoughts he yelped
"god!! why me!!!" he cussed as he sprinted out from the kitchen to fetch his phone
"Vishal! yaar yaha ek lady hai!" he muttered over the phone
"usme konsi nae baat hai!" vishal on the other side apprised sleepily
"abe gadhe! wo aurat bol rahi hai wo biwi hai meri! mene kal shadi ki usse!" he muttered more
"ha toh galat kya hai!! ki toh tune!" he continued sleep talking
"saale... tu neend se uth jaldi aur tu kabse itni der tak sone laga? raat bhar kaha tha?" karan couldn't help but tried teasing him
"teri shadi me!" his mention made karan mad
"matlab tu tha waha! to tune roka kyu nai??" karan yelled
"kyuki mujhe usme kuch galat nai laga" vishal continued replying in his sleepy self
"ullu k patthe abhi k abhi ghar aaja!" he whinned over the phone.
she came and stood besides him
he stood perplexed yet again as if She'll eat him at the very instance if he moves
minutes passed in silence he waited for her mercy to say something
"kuch puchna hai?" he broke the tension
"jee wo..." she voiced
"ha bolo!" he replied softly, this "jee" felt warm to his heart
"kya... kya me apna s..saman waha kone me rakh du?" she pointed towards the corner behind the staircase
"are waha kyu?" he voiced a little loud suddenly making her shudder
"m...me...me kitchen me rakh dungi ...aap..aa..aapke najro me nai aaaega!" she stuttered
"mera matlb wo nai tha!" he said apologetically "aap ek kam kijiye bataiye aapka saman kaha hai me room me rakhwa deta hu!"
"jee?" she still was getting over the blow of his heavy voice
"aapka saman?" he asked
she pointed towards two suitcases
he walked calmly and picking up them he walked upstairs
"chaliye" he muttered
she followed him and they stood in front of the room that was locked from past many years
"ek minute!" he informed moving towards his room
she looked at the door which had some crayons scribbles and some stickers on it, from the outer appearance it looked like a childs and was confirmed by him
"meri beti ka room hai!" he said from nowhere ... she gasped in fear due to the sudden voice
"sorry!" he mumbled
"aap..aapki beti ka room me kaise?" she tried asking for another room or a corner in his big house!
"its okay! waise bhi she is 20! Now 21.. kal birthday tha uska aur wo mere sath nai rehti! u must know!" he sounded calm... Clicking open the door he led her in... it was dusty but was made with so much love.
"oh i'll get it clean by evening tab tak aap mere room me chahiye to fresh ho sakti hai! take some rest" he asserted politely
she smiled looking at his caring nature
she just said she is his drunk wedded wife which was true... but instead of mistreating her he is being kind! and he said his behaviour around women is not good
"aap khane me kya pasand karenge?" she said in a single breathe looking in his eyes and then immediately down
he smiled.. usually no one cares! his cook just cooks whatever he fancies! today was different every day he lists out or orders it barking over his intercom but never he was asked this politely that what will he have!.. her voice was the new thing he was getting attracted to else than her eyes!... attracted? he thought
"jee!" she called
But he was lost in her eyes..
She turned her head breaking their eye contact..
He shook his head hard and walked past her.. "I'll be back!"
He walked back in his room
He needs to get his head clean.. Her eyes were something he is now scared off! She has hypnotic eyes and for now he needs to get into the depth of this new fiasco he managed to pull on himself in his drunk state as usual
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Standing under the shower his mind drifted to her voice..
"jee!" Was the only thing that was running through him.. Her soft voice.. Not even once Radhika called him that..
Somehow that 'jee' reminded him of his parents.. His mother used to call his father like that.. Never looking into his eyes.. Always blusing or smiling.. Thinking about his mother his hands automatically went to caress the chain of his mother which he adorned with pride around his neck... But it was not there! He groped his neck and when he felt it empty he panicked..
Where was it?...
He dried himself quick and started searching it everywhere... A towel around his waist he ran through his house searching for every possible common region he goes.. But he couldn't summon where.. Its either his room his balcony or the dine...
Running his hands through his wet hair he fisted them in frustration..
Where is it!... Something caught his attention... He looked at Trisha's room..the door was slightly closed Raged coursed through him with the possibilities and what he would do...
He entered her room and without a warning... The hard thud sound of the door slam open caught her off guard.. She gasped in fear, he didn't glanced at her his eyes searched for the chain..
His gaze finally landed on the dressing table where the chain was placed casually...
His blood boiled.. Padding towards the table he took the chain in his possession and clutched it to his heart finally calming his racing heartbeats.. A tear escaped his eye..
Soon he opened them and gave a wrathful look at her.. He strode towards her making her shudder.. She threw a glance at him and suddenly looked down for two reasons
1-he was half naked
2-he was mad...
"how dare you!" He hissed.. His voice shrieked her...
He grasped the chain.. Caressing it.. Tears formed at the base of his eyes...
"how dare you take this!!.."
"Tumhe agar chori karni thi to aur kuch chura leti.. Why this!" He hissed
She was shocked with the temper of his voice and when the accusations hit her.. She couldn't control but tears did formed in her eyes..
"tum agar ye sab paiso ke liye kar rahi Ho to Bata do.. Faltu me ye jhuti shadi ka dhong karne Ki jarurat nai hai!.." He cussed more in hate..
She felt so humiliated.. She clutched her mangalsutra..
She was upset... Few minutes back he was so warm and accepting towards her.. But the other minute he accused her for the crime that she never committed.. In fact he was the one to gift her the chain.. Saying she was the sole owner of it..!!
"cant blame you to.. I have to blame your parents... Your father must be wrong.. your father must've made you do such crimes!" He kept on accusing in emotion...
Tears streamed down her face...but she felt a rage to..
"My dads not wrong... Kuch galat nai kiya unhone.." She snapped "you don't know my father... " she had a rage in her eye that made him shut.. "you are the one who married me... And if you don't believe me your friend has every evidence!! And more so ever... You gifted me that chain saying it belongs to me now!.." She sobbed.. "I was not accepting it but you put it on me and said .. 'now I look like your mother's bahu'.. " she sobbed... "mere papa ne kuch nai kiya.." She kept on repeating..
He was to clouded with rage and emotions that he couldn't summon what to say or do...
"am not a thief.." She said suddenly.. Making her way towards her bags.. She opened the chains and threw her things on the bed "am not a thief.. See.. These are just my cloths.. " she scattered them to his view.. "the other smaller one contains some jewels that belongs to my mother.. " she opened and showed the bag with valuables... "am not a thief and my parents never Taught me to fraud someone.."
"oh ho dulhe raja!" Came the voice suddenly
She wiped off her tears quick hiding her face...she corrected whatever she could
Vishal entered the room.. "Oh sorry to disturb the newly weds!!" He teased looking at a half naked karan.. Sensing the tension he looked at the mess on the bed..
Before he could ask she asked
"aap kuch lenge?.. Me coffee lati hu!" She moved quick out of the room...
Vishal gave karan a confused look.. karan blowed a sigh while rubbing his face with his palms
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