Abhishek's pov."Now leave your prints here." Mom instructed Lavanya and She pressed her haldi-painted hands in the wall. It had all the imprints from my Great Grand Dadi's time. But why was i here? Almost all the rituals were for Lavanya and i was just following her like a lost puppy. It was merely five in the morning ( and i slept at three). I could not go back to my or Vansh's room either, because of those big scary eyes!! We finally sat on the two stools, placed opposite to each other, and a huge pot filled with milk was kept in the middle. Rose petals swam in the surface. Mom took a ring and dipped her right hand in the liquid. She rotated and rotated, before taking her hand out, empty. "The ring is in the pot! Now you both will try to find it, and whoever wins in the best three- will dominate the relationship." Mom told. What a joke! How can a mere game decide who will dominate who? "No matter whoever wins, a Wife will always dominate her husband." Sadev Chacha jested and
"Lavi, from me. Even though i have had not tasted this emarti, it looks delicious enough." I looked at Vansh who swinged a blue card. His eyes ever shined with mischief. "You are giving your ATM Card?" Sonali aunty asked wide opened. We all knew how possessive Vansh was for his finances. Vansh nodded proudly.That card was not his!! I know it. The way he was swinging the card and the smirk in his face told it all. "Whose card is it?" I asked him, serving emartis to all. Vansh pouted at my question and whined that its his. "Don't lie, or i will tell Kritika that you are organising an expensive lunch in a very expensive restaurant." His pout turned in a grumpy expression as he kept the card in the table. "Its your husband's." His tone was poker. Everyone shared a laugh at his childishness.Your husband...the shivers!!"Call the three musketeers, now. They have slept good enough." Dadi commanded Sia, the house-helper. Sia left with a nod.Revti aunty and Girish uncle gifted me a pair
"The van of the orphanage must be in its way. Lets see if there is something left in kitchen as well." I spoke."Will you give it all? I mean the ones kept in kitchen. " He asked."Ofcourse No. Its used. I can't give it now. I'm thinking to..bring it with us." I suggested and immediately added, "if you don't have any problem." He shook his head and moved to kitchen. We packed the things that we had to give in orphanage and the one which we had to take with ourselves. It was a tedious task. Even Abhishek took deep breadths in between, as he pulled the containers from the higher cabinet. The kitchen clearly had four times of the ration than in storeroom. Dad surely kept the ration of a whole year. In kitchen. "Do you have so much of appetite?" He huffed as he put the large container in the platform. I opened it, slightly mad at his comment. It was of rice."Dad loved to keep ration as he would often call his friends and cook for them. " i replied. "He knew how to cook?" He asked. Was
"What happened, La-van-yaaa???" Vansh sang. Was it their plan? To scare me? If yes, then they surely succeeded. Those horror movies are less scary than this. "You forgot that today is your first night? " Harini blinked her eyes like a chinese doll. Innocence dripping her voice.So this is the reason why i was asked to change in this red saree and put make-up, after the dinner. Such a waste!!"You all are still here? Leave all of you now." The three ran as Dadi spoke in her stern voice. Revti aunty behind her. "Lavanya, take this milk and give to your husband when he comes. Okay?" She hands over me a glass of turmeric milk. I take it and smile back at her.I enter the room with a deep breadth and sigh looking at the decorated room. Scented candles lighted the room and made it feel like a heaven. The pink petals covered the bed and fairy lights decorated the walls. Moon light illuminating from the window made it all pretty.It looked ...lovely.I keep the glass of milk in the side tabl
We head back to downstairs, with me holding Yash in one arm and helping Trisha with another. I felt like a mother taking care of her two kids. My bags were already carried to his car. Yatharth came to us halfway and helped Trisha while the toddler slept in my arms. He really could sleep at any moment, anywhere. His candy still gripped by his hands and i was careful to not let it touch my hairs. I washed it today, and i cannot wash it again! Its a big task.Once down, Trisha made me stand beside abhishek and an expression of 'awe' loaded everyone's face. "Aren't they looking like a perfect couple.""Indeed. I am waiting to play with my niece. She will be so sweet.""Hey Vansh, it can be 'He' as well. I really want a nephew.""So...Bhai and Lavi can do twins. Moreover One's poop will be cleaned by Lavi and another's by Bhai..""yess..there would be no fights too.." Sonali aunty too?"But having twins, will be too hectic. Lavi will face a hard time as well." Revti aunty? The men looked l
He looked furious and extremely pissed off, the expression of horror changed into an annoyed one. He looked through the window and hopped down after unlocking his seatbelt as he realized that we reached his place. I followed him, knowing i did not know a thing about this foreign world. I took long steps to match with his pace and he finally stopped as he unlocked the brown polished doors.I took my time to have a look of his Villa. Completely opposite to his Kanpur's house, this place screamed modesty and richness. A large pool in the right side and a beautiful garden on the other. Well, Gill's were born rich. Their ancestors were highly wealthy and it just passed down to one generation to another. Dadi and her late husband did not loved these luxurious places so that's the reason why they built an average house for themselves. As i heard the door open, i entered behind Abhishek and to say i was spell bound would be an understatement. It was magnificent. Similar like the ones i saw i
I finally laid down on my new bed and Abhishek went to have a virtual meeting in his office. My stomach growled and i was beyond annoyed. My back literally broke ,sitting five to six hours straight. Now all i wanted was a cup of adrak wali chai (ginger added tea) by my dad. Dad....i miss you so much!! I'm getting the waves of your memories! The waves making me guilty. Its not even a week of your demise and here, i was being married and performed all the rituals! A tear finally left from my eye as i imagined my dad's face. He was so charming. So good. So understanding.I could not let myself dive into those blissful memories and cry for something which was so inevitable. It was painful but inevitable! I immediately got up and grabbed one of my bags. Opening its chain, i took out the photoframes that i kept in the middle of my clothes, so it won't be broken. I smiled at those memories and put it on the wall, just opposite of my bed and walk out of the room. It was then i noticed, how
A week of our marriage and i was still sitting in the dining chair, waiting for Abhishek to come back from his office. But 2 hours were still left. He usually arrives at 8 and right now, its just 5:53 p.m. .I never knew i would be so wrong about my decision, when i said, i will not let Abhishek affect me again.He affected me. Voluntary or not. He did. The feelings that i thought were left behind, never did. It was still a part of me, a deep one that i ignored for so long. Maybe i never forgot Abhishek in the first place. I just had buried his memories, never tried to forget them. Equations between us, has not been much changed. There were times when we won't know what to speak and what not. Things would be awkward without any reason. Mostly because both of us, do not want to initiate any conversation by ourselves. If one starts, the other plays along. The one being mostly me. Most of our conversations were about the family. How revti aunty would scold all the children, or how son
"Now spread it like this." Lavanya slided the plastic knife over the bread and her 16 month son tried to take the knife from his mom. "Ok, now its your turn." She helped him spread the home-made jam over the bread.Once done, vihaan took the bread and ate it with his little teeth. The strawberry taste of the gem made him spin around and wave his hands in air. His way of saying wonderful. Lavanya laughed with him and quickly ate a bite of the bread before copying him. The baby giggled and spread his arms for her to pick him up and hug him. She did and kissed his chubby cheeks."Lavii, is breakfast ready?" Abhishek asked, descending the chairs while adjusting his watch. "Daddaaa.." Vihaan screamed in joy and pulled lavanya's hairs in excitement. Lavanya hissed keeping him down and the kid ran to his father."Careful, vihu!" Lavanya shouted but who she was kidding? Vihaan knew every inch of the house, even the corners she didn't knew before.She shook her head before taking the breakfa
"Shh...stop crying baby, look mumma has so many toys. Wanna play?" I tried to console my two month old baby boy, Vihaan, who was crying continuously from an hour. No matter how hard i try, he didn't stopped crying."Hungry? Is my boy hungry? Come, mumma will feed you." I opened the buttons of blowse and took Vihaan near my breasts but he didn't latched like other times and now tears pooled in my eyes. "What happened baby? Are you angry from mumma? Please stop crying."I hooked back my blowse and took him in a hug, patting his back. "My baby, my sweetheart. Stop crying." I cooed but he was not in the mood to shut his crying. "Are you hurt somewhere? Let mumma see." His tears were like a dagger for me.I laid him down on the mattress and took off his clothes slowly until he was in his birthsuit. I checked for any discomfort but there was none. "You want massage? Lets massage you!" I took the baby oil from the side table and started massaging him while making some funny faces.For a seco
The next day, abhishek took lavanya to kanpur and left her there with a heavy heart. He drove back, not wanting to see her never-ending tears. Their family tried to stop him but he just shook his head.Due to driving so much, his body was sore and he laid on his bed (after informing that he reached) to take a nap. But an hour passed and he was still wide awake. He missed his wife in his arms and the bump he will always draw patterns in. While in Kanpur, lavanya sat in her new bed as she munched in her sweet-corns, and ignored everyone who tried to talk to her."I agree she is angry from bhai, but why is she not talking to us?" Vansh was irritated. Ruchika nodded her head as everytime she went to feel the baby, lavanya asked her to leave her alone. "Its her hormones, beta. She is just upset that Abhishek left her here. In no time, her mood will automatically change." Revti answered."Lets cook her favorite dish, she will be fine." Sonali suggested and all agreed. .. Lavanya looked
Pregnancy comes with many hardships. And with lavanya, it was already worsening day by day. She kept vomitting everything she ate and the morning nausea did not let her sleep properly. Abhishek tried his best to convince her to eat even if she vomits it. But lavanya had strictly told him that she will only live by water, but she won't vomit. It took all her energy. "Baby, if you won't eat anything, how will you take care of our baby?" He said rubbing her back as she laid over him, like a lazy dog. "I already feel exhausted in two months. Vomitting just makes it worst." She mumbled, trying to sleep. "Because you are not eating anything. You want to have your milk shake? Ice-cream or anything?" He asked, not caring if it was healthy or not. He only wanted her to eat anything or it might be a problem. "No. I just want to sleep." He sighed at her answer and rubbed her back, patting it slightly. "If you don't eat four meals atleast in a day, i'm going to tell your students that you w
The two days went in a blink as the day of their reception arrived. It was also the completion of six months of their marriage and thus Lavanya performed the rituals of removing the chuda with the ladies. She was excited. One day back, she resigned from her job and decided to open her own psychology classes after they return from their honeymoon. Vansh proposed Kritika near the India gate and the latter cried in happiness. Their parents were happy and they decided to marry them in the next year. Lavanya got ready in her gown that she saved before, when arms snaked through her waist. "You look stunning." Abhishek muttered, hugging her and she leaned back. "And you look beautiful." She said, muffling her laughter, knowing he only loved 'handsome, hot and sexy' as compliment. He twirled her in his arms and pulled her close. "Beautiful, huh?" He slammed his lips on hers and she kissed him back, messing his hairs. "Now what's your take?" He asked as she panted for air. "You are
"Abhishek, it's difficult. It's too difficult to cope up with the new atmosphere especially when you are a child who could not speak properly. There were only few who would try to understand me patiently, without making fun of me. Most of them would only make me feel differentiated, as if I was not a human who can be hurt too. Just because I chose to not fight back, so my dad won't get to know about all of it, they thought I was their.. Experiment bag. They would lock me in empty rooms, tear my notebooks, hide my bag, throw water on me and most importantly, they would hurt me by their sharp language. Or pata hai, ek baar jab aap ye soch lete ho ki shayad aap me hi koi kami hogi, toh har buri cheez hone me aap apne aap ko hi blame krte ho. Koi aapka message seen krke chor de, abruptly call end krde, aapki taraf dekh ke Hass de, ya apni nazre pher le. Aisa lagta ki you are just worthless. Confidence ki toh band baj jati hai. Na Mai class me kabhi answer de paayi, na kabhi kisi competi
As lavanya opened the doors of their room, she looked at the black suit jacket of Abhishek, hanging on the railings. She ignored it, going down when she noticed that the dining table was all set with the breakfast and Abhishek was just sitting on his chair. Just sitting. When he felt her presence, he turned to look at her and for a second their eyes met, before she averted her eyes. Once again, she felt uncomfortable from his gaze. It was as if she had gone to square one. All the progress, all the steps she made towards him, were going vain. She took her handbag from the table, ignoring the shivers his eyes sent her. And before she could take step away, he stopped her by wrist and she hissed. His hold loosened and he made her sit on a the chair next to his and took the first-aid box that he made sure to bring here. He put the ointment in her wrist, on the cuts. She hissed in the sensation and he fought back the tear that was about to escape, knowing it was because of him and his an
"CUT THE DRAMA AND SPEAK PROPERLY." He yelled back and all the flashes, i thought i was over with, came running back. #"Vaishnavi, please open the door. Its..its smellind (smelling) here. Please let me tome (come) . I promise to never answer you bact (back) ..please open the door." I cried, banging the door of the girl's washeroom but she didn't complied.Instead she just laughed. "No, you bitxh. You need to be reminded that you can't take my place. How dare you top the exams when you can't even speak properly. You never gave the answers in class, i did. And you managed to top the papers? Now keep shouting from here because no one enters this wing."She left.I kept sobbing there, yelling my lungs out, but no one helped. It was only after the sweeper came and opened the door. I could not even tell him or anyone what happened, because it only meant another torture. #"And its a DOAL (goal) ...Yeahh" i jumped in happiness as our team won the basketb
Today was the reception of the couple, we missed the marriage of. Abhishek had already cleared his schedule and was getting ready in my old room while here i was struggling with the plates of my saree. Everytime i tried to pin it, it would open again because of my shaking fingers.I didn't know why but i felt anxious and like an old habit, my fingers felt a lot weak. I tried to crack the fingers but it was not of any help. I was going frustrated how i could not even wear a saree when i wear it almost everyday. "Lavanya, are you ready?" Abhishek asked knocking the door and i sighed sitting on bed and telling him to come in. And when he saw my condition, he asked me with concern, "what happened?""I don't know. Its just the plates i can't set properly." "So wear the dress you bought for their marriage." He suggested, giving me a glass of water that i gulped quickly. "It is such a pretty dress. I want to save it for another auspicious day