POV: Arnav
One Night Before the Wedding
I was exhausted with the haldi function today. I just wanted to sit with Maa for some time and decompress a little. She was there, sitting on the sofa looking at the kids playing and smiling in that kind, maternal way. I love to see that smile on her face. I can never explain my emotions, but, she is my Maa, and she knows me so very well. What I need, when I need it, everything.
I fell onto the sofa beside her. “Maa, are you interested in playing hide and seek with these kids?”
She chuckled, “I want to play hide and seek daily. With Shreya and your children, too.”
“Aren’t you expecting my kids a little too early? I’m not even married yet.”
“Beta,” she teased me, “today is the last night of your bach
POV: KritiIt was 7:00 pm when Arnav finally came back home. I heard him call for coffee and listened as he stomped up the steps and into our bedroom. We shared a glance but I fell straight back into the interesting book in my hands. I wanted to block his way and confront him right there, but I waited. I could at least let the poor soul freshen up before I attacked him. I sat, curled up on the bed with my book waiting for the right moment to talk to my husband. I stole a few covert glances over the top of my book at him as he moved around the room, changing out of his work clothes. Just like a pickpocket watches his victim for a perfect opportunity to steal a wallet and run away, I noticed every move he made.“Kriti, what are you doing? Do you need something?” Apparently, I hadn’t been as covert as I’d thought.“No,” I immediately replied.“Then, are you aiming to jump me like some c
“Ready to go?” he winked at me.The last three days in Kanpur had passed while packing and preparing for the move. It was 7:00 in the morning when we were finally ready to set out for Indore. I just nodded at him as he threwthe lastbag into the back seat of the car. This was our snack bag. I can’t go on a road trip without snacks. Our family stood next to the car, waiting to distribute goodbye hugs and all the luck they could wish us. Akansha and my family members had also come to see us off. They were all right on the verge of crying, but they showered me in hugs and kisses as Arnav climbed into the car. As we pulled away, I kept waving at them until the image of my family, new and old, disappeared into the distance. Tears flooded my eyes and my heart ached already.“Music?” he asked into the silence. Obviously looking for a way to distract me.I nodded in agreement and he switched it on. A song from his gushy romantic
The lift stopped on the third floor. Arnav gestured with his hand as he whispered, “After you!”He dug for the keys from his pocket as we moved into a quiet area dragging our trolleys. He opened the door and I was the one to step in first. As soon as the hall was brightly lit, I was awe-struck with the beauty of the place. The color of the walls was sea green. The lush, royal blue carpet perfectly complimented the giant black leather sofas which surrounded a small glass coffee table. A small wooden dining table with four chairs was kept in one corner. Although, it needed cleaning. Arnav’s bachelor life signs were clearly visible by the amount of dirt that was there on that furniture. We fell into the comfortable sofa, completely exhausted by our long journey, and my eyes stuck on the TV hung on the wall in front of us. “Arnav, is this all Arunima Bhabhi’s idea?”He closed his eyes absorbing that comfort as he said lethargically, &ldq
The next morning—the first in our new house—was an unusual one.“Kriti, you gotta wake up and lock the door. I'm leaving.” His voice drifted to me through a cloud of sleepy warmth.“Where are you going?” I whined, still warm and comfortable in the silky sheets of my new bed.“Kriti, wake up and listen to me,” he said a little more forcefully this time. I pried opened my eyes to see him standing beside me, every inch the sexy, powerful executive in an impeccably tailored suit. He looked so damn hot!I got up and my lips murmured automatically, “sexy!”“What?” he asked.“Nothing,” I replied immediately“Kriti, you said something.”“No, I didn’t,” I replied hesitantly and then smirked, “I think you need to get your ears checked. Should we see a Doctor?”His lips twisted into a bemused grin immediatel
A week passed by, and we kind of fell into a routine. We started going for walks together in the mornings and I found a maid for us. We were happy to connect with people in our building and we were lucky that we had good neighbors. My clothes had changed from those heavy, traditional sarees and suits to mostly lightly flared dresses, shorts and T-shirts. However, I did face challenges there. I got bored spending the whole day in that lonely house, and I was already running out of novels. I remembered our conversation from that night so many weeks ago, and, after years, I decided something for myself. I had always been a creative person. I loved art of any kind, from dancing to makingrangoli, I had loved everything. But, as the years passed by, all of that kind of slipped away. Maybe that’s why I opted for literature for my degree program. Because writing, in my opinion, was a form of art. And a true artist doesn’t only create masterpieces but also takes ti
While Arnav was at work, I spent my days cutting and folding colorful papers into different kind of flowers and birds, using my glue gun and pearls and stones to decorate everything I made, from photo frames to pen stands and some cute little vases. I fell in love with the things I made. It made me feel pleased with myself. I had started decorating each corner of the house with something or the other. The appearance of my living room had changed, each thing felt like it was shouting at me, “go Kriti! Go!”My eyes were in awe of the wind chime I’d just made. I didn’t notice when Arnav came back from work, as he spoke, “Kriti! You left the gate unlocked again.”I turned around to find my husband raising his eyebrows at me. But he looked different that day. He looked way more tired than any of the usual days, and his eyes looked gloomy, “Arnav! See this. It’s finished.”He approached me, his eyes fixed on the be
When the doorbell rang in the middle of the weekday, I was not expecting my husband to be standing at the gate. “Arnav, how come you’re back so early?”He smirked, “Kriti, won’t you let me come inside? Are you asking me to leave again?”“No,” I quickly moved aside, “it’s nothing of that sort. It’s just strange for you to be home early. What happened? Not feeling well?”“No, I’m alright,” he rushed into the hall, throwing a stack of files on the table. “More than just alright, actually. I am here because Golu is on his way, I just wanted to stop by and let you know before I go to pick him up.”He was unusually cheerful, and it made me happy to see him like that.“Oh! Great. So, I’ll prepare everything then.”“Don’t worry about all that, I’m just excited to meet him after so long,” he said, sound
I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel and called out to him, ‘yeah, coming!” I grabbed a tray from the counter, put a big smile on my face, and went out to greet the boys. But my smile faded as soon as I saw who stood in my foyer. I blinked twice.“Sameer—”Sameer said, “Kriti.”Our eyes met and the world around me just stopped. What the hell was happening? Arnav went to pick up his cousin, Golu, and Sameer Omar was in my house. I was confused. I wanted this to be a nightmare. A nightmare that I could wake up from with a jerk and all this would just vanish. Arnav looked from Sameer to me, confusion on his face. Sameer was giving that same idiotic smile he always had, and I was cringing on the inside.“You people know each other?” Arnav asked.Sameer and I both answered him, “yes.” I was trying to keep my internal cringe from becoming an external shudder of disgust.Arnav