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
****
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
