My rough husband (OS)

heyyyyy my little princesses...it's been so long since I don't write any OS, so...and also I dedicate this OS to Najat...dear, I listen to the song of Nawel that you gave to me and it's inspires me this OS, hope you like it... <3

My Rough Husband

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8 o' clock…

That’s what the watch mention and that’s when her husband enters the home, every evening…

One could repair his watch according to his coming…

As he enters, she remains silent…

Not that she’s afraid of him…(well may be yes she’s afraid) but her voice refuses to come out every time he’s there…

And he never spoke to her…

They say only the important

His firm expression, his serious gaze, his rough way of throwing his coat and laptop bag…

The way he takes off his tie…

She runs always away from him…of course politely…

Every evening, they take the dinner together…

She cooks traditional Indian plates all the times…

Because here in the coldness of Montreal…nothing would cheer her up but this flavor…and this back home…even for few time

And what always keep her resistant and somehow relaxed is that this man is protecting her…that he’ s there for her…

She could see this throw his eyes…

Even if he is always trying to hide his care for her…

She could know…

She’s a woman after all…

And a woman could know if that man cares for her or not…

He always gave the impression that he doesn’t care at all…but his eyes say it all for him…

If she doesn’t eat…he looks at her that hard look…gesturing the plate…

If she doesn’t sleep…she could feel him restless too…

If she doesn’t join their room at night…and even if her place is in bed, his place is in couch…he would call her and ask her all angrily

“Don’t you think it’s time to sleep?”

She doesn’t know why all this…

Even his harshness made her heart warm…

How much time they are together now?

Six months?

He never hurt her but…he never shows her how he’s feeling towards her…

Their marriage was arranged

He’s working here in Canada and when he’s back to India; his family wanted him to marry…

He wanted an Indian woman…and his sister chooses her among all the others…

How it’s hard to live with someone all those days without knowing how he’s thinking, what he’s feeling…

And to try to guess his thoughts…

Together, they attend so many parties and friends out days and small vacations but even in those occasions, they would be enjoying the presence of those friends and they couldn’t exchange more than those discreet looks…intense looks…sending strange feelings and shivering to each other mind, heart and body

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That evening when he enters their little but so elegant apartment…

Exactly at 8 o clock…

She wasn’t in the living room nor in the kitchen…

He saw that the dining table was full of variety of sweets well covered…

The whole apartment is decorated with the flowers…and the light of artificial candles

But where is she?

What was that?

He hates those romantic acts…candles and flowers…

He roughly switches off all the candles and throws them away…

And takes all the flowers and throws them in the kitchen…

He’s dangerously refusing any kind of attachment to her…

The idea of marrying her was so wrong…

He thought that they will choose for him a wife who is able to not trouble him this much…

Where is she now?

She’s a trouble…she’s eating few, she’s sleeping few, she’s giving all her attention to that small work she’s choosing while she knows that she’s his wife and she’s not needing that work…she’s sleeping in that bed by herself without even being conscious he’s there

And then those eyes eating him up

Her innocent green hazel eyes…

He suddenly hear the door opening so fast and then the sounds of heels getting in…

He turned and was hell shocked

-khushi?...are you…insane…

-I…thought…I thought…

He couldn’t concentrate his mind in one thing…

What to see first?

Her innocent face…her trembling lips…her pale skin turning blue from the cold outside…????

That large woolen scarf enveloping her body but not enough…

She was wearing a red saree inside…

A red saree all wet…he could see…

 The clothes aren’t enough to protect her from the coldness of outside…

She’s blue…

Or finally to that plate she’s holding by a hand and was covering by another…a silver plate containing so many things on it…but Arnav couldn’t recognize what is those…

He’s back to look at her…as she placed the plate above a desk…

-are you insane to get out like this?

-first…it was great weather…when I get out

She said hugging herself…

-we are…

her lips starts trembling and she starts rubbing her hands together…

-in …

She’s hardly able to speak

-where were you?  And why you’re wearing like this?

-I was…I went to the temple

She said looking around the living room…not finding her flowers and light…

She looked back at him with questioning eyes…ready to cry…he knows if he said that he throws them away…

-I just place them in the kitchen…

-Anjeli di…told me that…you’re not into gods and believes…you don’t believe in anything?

Why she’s changing the topic like this?

He got angry…he felt fumed…

-it’s ok if you went to temple, khushi! but not wearing such outfit and you went without even informing me!

He yelled…starting already to lose his mind seeing her shivering from cold

She looked down at her red saree…

-I called you…many times…

Damn the phone!!!

Damn the battery low

Damn his roughness with her

She was shivering…she will die if he doesn’t just…

-it’s Karva chauth…today I’m fasting…

He comes further…

-what? Kar…

-for you…I prayed…I knew you will never come there…in temple …so…I called you any way but…

-you’re fasting for me?

She gets troubled…she rolled her eyes…

-I’m just celebrating karva chauth…

-you just go and change!

He yelled angrily

But she stands there looking at him

How to tell him that he should break her fast?

It’s time…he should feed her…

But he’s…he’s so…

-why you’re still standing there? Are you planning to catch cold?

Troubled, she disappeared from there…

Yes she needs to dry herself and changes urgently…

She changed for another outfit…this time it was a lehenga…

She’s still shivering…she needs to eat but she needs him to feed her and needs to celebrate properly like any wife…

She learned her courage…

She comes out…walks to where she kept her pooja plate…she looked at the pieces of laddo and felt like fainting…and her head turning…she closes her eyes once and then when she opens them…

She felt like someone is looking at her…

And has the confirmation: her husband wasn’t so far away…he was there watching her…

He doesn’t believe in angels but it was sure that his wife is one of them…

-Arnavji?

She whispered but he kept looking at her…mesmerized

This isn’t the first time that she wears such traditional outfits but…why he’s looking at her as it was the first time…

The lehenga well fitting her body…the fuchsia pink fabric tightly holding her milky and delicate petite form…

And her look…

she seems wanting to say something so intimate and special to him…

On the top, he knows that she’s fasting for him and during her absence changing, he searched on his laptop about Karva Chauth and now…

He knows what she meant by “I’m fasting for you”…

God!

Damn!!!!

Shit shit shit

He can’t ignore her…

She’s...

-Arnavji…

She called again cutting his thoughts…

How he wants to spend every single day till the last day of his life listening to her calling him “Arnavji”

Khushi walked further towards him…holding the plate…

Even if he will glare at her or yell at her, she will be so courageous…

She’s so hungry…she should make him feed her

She looked from the window and hopefully, the rain stopped and the moon was there…

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath…

She doesn’t have a sieve, so she used her net dupatta…

Looking to the moon throw it and then looked to her husband’s face

He looks at her with questioning eyes…

But she kept looking

-what…

He doesn’t complete reading the article about this festival but he remembers that his mother is used to do this, his mama and sister too…so he remains silent…

He won’t stop her…won’t he?

Finally, she comes closer…

-are you…thirst?

-what?

He asked…she’s supposed to be the one thirst and not him but he doesn’t refuse her small jug of water…and felt satisfied about her making him drink…

And then as he was holding the jug…she guided his hand towards her…and closes her mouth from it to drink too…

She doesn’t leave his hand…till she ended the whole water…

She looked at him with an amused expression and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand

-I…I made those ladoo…too

She said catching her breath and looking down at the sweets on her plate

-so?

He asked firmly

-you know very well my state…

He added

-oh…it’s sugar free…it’s not harmful…I swear…I swear

She repeated looking at him with her beautiful eyes…

She picked one and he doesn’t know how she puts it all in his mouth…

 Catches his hand…guided it to the plate where her piece of sweet was there too

And looked at him like she was begging him…that puppy face and cute pout goanna kill him soon…

He has no choice…

He has to feed her…

When he decided to pick the piece of ladoo…he felt the plate trembling in her hands…

He looks up to see her eyes closed

-khushi?

-no…I’m fi…

And then he got only the time to catch her with his strong hands…

Her pooja plate falls in the floor…

But Arnav has eyes only on her…

-khushi? khushi?

At first he looked at her face and touched her cheeks gently, trying to wake her…

And then when she doesn’t respond…

He takes to the bed…he lays her there…and when he’s about to move back…he noticed that her little hand was catching the collar of his shirt…

He breathed heavily and freeing his shirt from her delicate hold…he kissed her hand…he kissed her palm

And then getting conscious about what he’s doing while she’s unconscious, he scolded himself

-khushi? …khushi open your eyes! This is an order!...khushi! what happened?

He takes her face in between his hands

-I should call the doctor!...she’s so pale! God!

And then getting confused…as she blabbers her amma’s name, he looks at her…she starts opening her eyes

So, he starts feeding her one sweet that he brings quickly

-khushi…try to eat this…

-Arnavji…

-shhh…just eat this…open your mouth…

Arnav feeds her with his own fingers…he could feel her better…he feeds another sweet to her…touched her forehead, checked her breathing speed…all was normal…

- Tell me why to fast??? Why?...don’t you understand that you’re so weak that you’re so weak to do this?

-I’m…this is for you…for your…well being…

-see why I hate all those rituals? You think that by doing this I will be great?

-I’m sure…god will protect you for me!

Arnav was about to scold her but he stopped when she said this…

She wants from her god to protect him…for her…

For her!

-aren’t you my husband? Shouldn’t I do my possible to keep you safe!

What?...what?? what he’s hearing from this incredible creature???? What his wife is saying to him?

-what?

-I…I…why you’re worried for me right now?...because you too wants my safety…hena?

His rough expression transformed suddenly to a rougher one…he seems angry…and she regretted what she just said…

His hands picked her up from the bed to his arms…against his chest…

He knows that he’s made this way…

He’s rough and wild even in love…

He takes…he takes what is his roughly…

And so he takes her lips…wildly…

He kissed her…he kissed her deep…so deep…that he felt her moan…he broke the kiss only when he felt her out of breath…

She starts breathing heavily, blushing in deep red, avoiding his gaze…

-look at me!

He pulled her chin up to that she could look at him…

-don’t be shy from me, khushi!

He said

She couldn’t resist but nodded shyly…he cupped her face

-I Love you…

Her eyes reflected the shock and then they lighten up…glowing like the moon…

She closes her eyes as he hugs her next moment…they stay like that for a moment

-me too! Arnavji…

She whispered making her rough husband the happiest man ever