Angry wife

7 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

Suddenly Prithvi felt his grandmother's hands stroking head in maternal affection. Shambhavi Pulled him in his chest as a gesture of a little boy hugging his mother whenever he came across failure, disappointments, and fear on the battlefield of life. She kissed on his head and said

" What happened beta??.. did you hurt because of my last night scolding you?" "

" No Grandma i!" He whispered with a low voice. He was relieved as she didn't ask him why he was upset. He was upset with him as he could not keep his promise to protect her . Although he saved her by the thousands grace of God before any danger occurred but how long he would, as he knew her motive wasn't wrong. He could read from what she was going through. Now she had to be cautioned more. Nishant Ranaut was one of the biggest dangers right now behind her. He couldn't tell her everything as she was already going through a lot .

" Grandma , agar kal raat un gundo ne Sanyo ko kuch bhi … " Prithvi's voice choked…he stopped .

Sanyogita's words were echoing in his brain throughout the day " “ If I'm the reason for all the problems in your life then why did you save me ??. You can leave me there to die at least you will be free of all yours burden of shoulders of your life”

Prithvi said in his mind " No Jaan …you weren't the problem. I miss behaving with you. If anything happens to you I couldn't breathe for a moment in this world . I will be shattered into millions of pieces. Mein apna pyar aur bacha hamesha ke liye kho deta "

He was trying his best to show him as strong as from outside to his Grandmother .He was only aware of the fact that in what a dangerous game his wife had put her leg.

Shambhavi's heart missed a beat abruptly . she kept stroking his head . Her heart flutters, fancying the dangerous fear of Prithvi . She was amazed and happy in the same place seeing her son's love for his wife and the life growing gradually in his wife's womb.

Shambhavi assured him with an optimistic attitude " arrey aise Kaise kuch ho jayega .. jab tak tum ho uske saath koi uska kuch bhi nahi begadh paye ga (No one can harm her as long as you are with her .) Sanyo's husband is her biggest strength . Mein hoon uske sath, Pura parivar hai Sanyo saath . raat bahut ho chuki hai . Jao uske pass Jo bhi hai use baat karo …situation bigad Jaye usse pehle jitna bhi sikhiye gilye hai Jake mintaloo ..thik haii … I'll arrange the food "

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Prithvi opened the gate of their master bedroom with a hopeful breath and took steps inside.

Sanyogita was sitting on the bed hugging her knees closer to her chest, tilting her head on the vertical grid attached to the back of the bed frame.

Hearing footsteps she lifted her heavy upper lids and peaked between the gaps of her eyelids and saw him entering the room. Her vision became hazy as her eyes became swollen and had drainage with water. Realising his presence in the room she wiped her eyes and lay down on the bed and turned face to her side.

Prithvi noticed her keeping her back toward him. He took slow, furtive steps towards her. He walked to the side of the bed to catch a glimpse of her face .

There was an awkward silence.

He watched her as she put her right hand in front of her head above the pillow . And her left elbow rested on her waist and her palm facet was touching the soft mattress. Prithvi observed her lashes move. And frown on her forehead. He smiled deep down, assuming how cleverly she was pretending to be in a deep sleep.

Agonizingly slow, Prithvi ascended the bed, his eyes locked onto Sanyogita's face, shrouded in sorrow. He drew closer, his hand extending to cradle her cheek, his palm slanting back to gently touch her forehead, then her disheveled hair. Pausing, he whispered, "Jaan... get up, let's have dinner." His tone softened, a gentle caress.

" Jaan … get up, let's have dinner." His tone automatically gets softer.

Sanyogita heard him. Although she opened her eyes, stared at him for a moment. She almost ignored his presence and continued to pretend to be in deep sleep.

Prithvi's gentle smile vanished when she threw his hand away from her and twisted on the bed and lay down on her stomach.

Prithvi felt a pinch in his chest. Nevertheless, he didn't give up, he moved closer to her than before, brought his left arm forward closer to her head, and his fingers started to play with her hair. And his chest was almost touching her upper back.

His right hand went down instinctively to grab her right hand.

As soon as she felt his touch on her shoulder, she tried to push him back but Prithvi tightened his grip around her wrist.

". Arrey baap re lagta hai madam bahut gusse mein hai!" he teased, his voice low and playful, a gentle prod to pierce her defenses.

Sanyogita could have grinned at this joke the other day but tonight she felt heated instead. She tried to free her hand from his clasped hands .

Sanyogita's body tensed, her wrist straining against his hold. Prithvi's fingers intertwined with hers, a tender grasp. He leaned in, his breath whispering against her ear, "Jaan, don't be angry. Talk to me."

Prithvi's rough stubble beard was rubbing against her smooth cheek. His warm breathing was continually falling on her face, neck, and ear.

" Jaan, let's come have dinner together," he said in a lover boy tone, bringing down his face closer to her mouth.

Sanyogita was getting Irritated, and busy at her work,she tried hard to loosen the grip.

Sanyogita's frustration boiled over. "I'm not hungry!" she snapped, her voice laced with heat.

Prithvi's eyes narrowed, sensing her distress. But he continued, undeterred, his tone dripping with charm. "Jaan, you..."

Sanyogita closed her eyes in pain and screamed aloud " Aaa!!!... Prithvi, leave me , you are hurting me !"

As soon as he heard her difficulty he freed her hand from his grab. He was guilty.

" I'm sorry Jaan… Is it still hurting?? Show it to me!" He took her hand to take a glimpse of her cut but Sanyogita snatched her hand back to her and sat up on the bed with stretching legs.

He reached for her hand, but Sanyogita snatched it back, her eyes blazing. "Don't touch me!" she shouted, her emotions raw.

Prithvi looked at her with a gap. He motioned his eyes at her face which seemed to be how much his presence was bothering her at that moment.

" Why did you come ?? You have a lot of work to do, so what forced you to give the dust off your foot to drop here ?" " Sanyogita shouted. She was fuming with anger, pain, and hurt, frustration, irritation .

" Ouu..!" " , a tiny breath exhaled out from his mouth witnessing the temper of his angry wife. Prithvi anticipated he had to keep calm at the moment unless the fire brigade would fail to put off the burning spark of his angry wife.

" Prithvi beta Aiswa wasa kuch bhi bola nah toh tere aaj khair nahi " he muttered under his breath, nodding his head sideways in disbelief in his fate .

Sanyogita read him blubbering something, she was taking heavy breaths in anger " why did your mouth move… kya phirse mujhe dantne ki planning kar rahe aap ??" ""

Prithvi normalised his demeanour, bringing down his hand in front of him.

He looked at her with an admirable smile " Jaan how could you think that your lovely husband will shout at you ?? meri biwi toh itni pyaar hai mein toh usne jab bhi dekhta hoon bas pyar hi pyar khayal aata hai !"

Sanyogita sneered at him , " lovely husband ...achha huuh..!" " Mujhe nahi chahiye tumhare jutha pyar … ." She yelled more

" Kyaa… ??? No Jaan … it's not true.. not at all " Prithvi was try to get close to her

Sanyogita threw back his hand to him " Yes tum aur tumhare pyar dono juthe hoo.. ….mein sab janti hoon what did you have in your mind?? I asked you to listen to me for just a while but no Sir has urgent meetings, clients will come tomorrow. I'll be busy …then go to your client and show your love to them! "" She gritted her teeth will mimicking Prithvi's accent

Prithvi raised his eyebrows. Automatically he started laughing

Sanyogita getting irked " why are you laughing?? Meine koi joke bola hai kya !!" Huhh!! "" Her cheeks were puffy in the verge of outrage

Prithvi couldn't suppress a loud snort.

" You are laughing again!!..!!" She sneered at him .

Prithvi suppressed his giggling and said with concern " Jaan, mujhe baad mein dant le na. Phele dinner kar lete hai . Phir uske baad saree raat padhi hui hai, jitna chahe utna dant le naa… "

He almost caught her by the hands but she pushed him back with a jerk.

" Arrey baap re!" " He chuckled . His eyes grew wider open in astonished

" I don't want to eat!!! Mujhe nahi khana… And you are hungry, then why did you not have your dinner? What's the need of mine ? Why did you return from the Office without having dinner?? You could have done the supper with your clients?? Her expression seemed to be chewing Prithvi under her teeth. warm air kept exhaling and inhaling from her nostrils which was inflating and squeezing in fume .

" Jaan Tum janti ho .. tum agar nahi khaoge toh mein bhi nahi khaunga !" He sounded Loving

" Acha..!!! Why so ?? Why didn't you say the same when you were shouting at me !" "" She yelled more.. her voice was reverberating in the room.

Prithvi nodded his head sideways. He patted his hand on his forehead.

" Mujhe na tumhare saath rahe na hi nahi hai … ""... Sanyogita on either side of her as if she was looking for something

"Kyaaaa!!!!" Prithvi shout dramatically

" Yes " then muttered under her breath "kanha Gaya kanha gaya… ''Sanyogita picked up a pillow and was about to get up from it the bed , Prithvi halted her on the way

"I'm going... we can't sleep together on the same bed... I don't want to sleep with you!!!" Sanyogita yelled, her voice echoing through the room like a battle cry.

Prithvi's eyes widened in shock, his forehead creasing in disbelief. "Whatttt?" he stuttered, his voice trembling like a leaf.

Sanyogita snatched the pillow from his grasp and marched towards the sofa, her heels clicking on the floor like a ticking time bomb. Prithvi watched, agog, as she plumped the pillow and settled in, her arms crossed like a fortress.

"Jaan, why do you want to sleep on the couch????? How could you sleep there?" Prithvi pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. He swooped down beside her, pillow in hand, like a bird trying to nestle its way back into favor.

Sanyogita's index finger shot up, pointing accusingly at the couch. "Who said I'll sleep here? You will sleep here instead!"

Prithvi's face contorted in shock, his eyes bugging out like a cartoon character. "Kyaaaaaaaaa???????" he shrieked, his pitch so high it threatened to shatter glass.

He stumbled backward, pillow still clutched in his hand, his smile faltering like a failed magic trick. "So... soo... sofa... Jaan, don't kid me!!" he stammered, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal.

Sanyogita's expression remained unyielding, her arms still crossed, her eyes flashing like warning signs. Prithvi's face crumpled, his shoulders sagging in defeat, as he realized his wife was dead serious. The sofa had become a battleground, and he was about to lose the war.

At this point, Prithvi resembled a deflated balloon, his eyes wide with shock, his face pale. Sanyogita's words hit him like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping for air.

"Did you think I'll joke with you about this serious issue?" Sanyogita's voice was a low growl, her hand on her hips, her eyes flashing like warning signs.

Prithvi's pathetic expression only seemed to enrage her further. "Jaan, How could I sleep here?" she snarled, her gesture akin to a dog barking at its master.

Prithvi nodded his head sideways, his eyes pleading like a puppy's. "Jaan... plss..."

But Sanyogita was unforgiving. "No, never." Her voice was a door slamming shut.

Prithvi tried again, his voice laced with desperation. "Jaan, I have an office tomorrow, an important meeting..."

But Sanyogita cut him off, her words a whip cracking through the air. "Why didn't you get married to your office? Office se hai Shadi kar lete naa!!!... mujhse shaadi karne ki kya jarurat thi?" (What was the need to marry me?)

Prithvi stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock, as if she was washing him with a detergent, hitting and beating on both sides of his body on a rigid stone.

"Ja... ja..." Sanyogita's voice was a warning, her index finger raised like a military signal.

Prithvi's eyes became rounder, his expression baffled, as if he couldn't imagine his sweet, silent wife turning into a bursting volcano.

The famous comedian Johnny Lever's song from the movie Judai played like background music in his mind, "Kya karte they saajna, tum kya jaano, meri man ki baat..." (What were you doing, dear, you don't know what's on my mind...).

" Kyaaaaaaaaa!!!!"!"" " Prithvi's eyes became rounder and his expression was baffled . He couldn't imagine his sweet, silent wife turning into a bursting Volcano. He understood the inner meaning of a typical wife. Right at moment famous comedian, Johnny Lever's song from the movie judai was keep playing like background music in his mind

" Shaadi karke phas gaya yaar

Achcha khasa tha kanwara

Arre jo khaaye pachhtaaye

Jo na khaaye woh lalchaaye

Door se meetha lagta hai

Yeh kadwa laddu pyara"" ""

Prithvi pouted his lips recalling Back all his ancestral pride

" Sanyo… meri puri family mein kisi ne bhi bathroom mein nahi soya hoga! "" he continued portraying his innocent creature " Jaann you can't do this to me!" "" He acted like groaning

Sanyogita gave him a side glance then rolled her eyes with full attitude as if she didn't care about his words at all. She turned her head to the Otherside,kept standing there a little distance apart from him, her hands close to her chest.

Having no option his jaw dropped. Abruptly something struck Prithvi's clever mind. A mischievous smile crept on his lips. He knew what her actions would be. Indeed she would turn into an angry tigress from a wild cat. But he had no other option but to bring back his frustrated wife into a straight line.

Prithvi turned back to her and started arranging the sofa

" Okay … Acha chal Prithvi Ghar pe toh koi tujhe pyaar nahi karta . Tere liye office hi thik hai wahan phir oo new model bhi Aye hui haiii ''''. He Said it loud enough so it would strike Sanyogita's ear.

Sanyogita shifted back her gaze to Prithvi and came to him like a mail train speed.

"Kyaaa… Kahan???????? Tumhe model dekhan haii… .?????" Sanyogita sneered, her eyes blazing with fury, as she took steps towards him like a wolf pouncing on its prey in moonlight. Her fingers bent forward, as if ready to attack and tear him apart. She tossed her head, her long hair flying behind her like a whip.

Prithvi mumbled, trying to divert her attention, "No… Jaaan… mein… gari ka model kaha tha… ." (No, Jaan, I was talking about a car model...) He took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture, but Sanyogita was unstoppable.

She jumped on him, her hands flailing, as if ready to claw him. "Achaa… gari kaa…model… now understand what you do in the office for so long!!!… Why didn't you want to come back home!!!!… " she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. She stamped her foot, her arms akimbo, her hips swaying with rage.

Prithvi tried to reason with her, "Jaan, you know what I do in the office. You were there too." He held up his hands, palms facing her, as if trying to calm a wild animal.

But Sanyogita seemed to have lost all reasoning. She looked around frantically, her eyes wild, and suddenly spotted a flower vase. She grabbed it, her hand trembling with rage, and shouted, "Meri phone calls bhi received nahi kiya aaj saradin… .kanhi tum us model ke saath toh nahi they naa… .. haat lago mere mein tumhe abhi baati hoon … .mein tumhe chodungi nahiii… " (You didn't receive my calls all day... were you with that model?... I'll hit you... I won't leave you...) She raised the vase above her head, her elbow cocked, ready to strike.

Prithvi's eyes widened in fear, his hands raised in a futile attempt to calm her down. "Jaan… Don't do that… .Jaan ..tum bidhwaa ho jauogiiii" (You'll become a widow)!!! He took a step back, his eyes fixed on the vase, his body tense, ready to dodge.

Sanyogita hurled the vase at him, but Prithvi dodged it just in time. The vase smashed against the wall, breaking into pieces that fell to the floor like shattered dreams. Sanyogita's arms dropped to her sides, her chest heaving with rage, her eyes still blazing with fury.

Sanyogita was growling, " Aaj mein tumhe bahut marungi … mere haath lago bas"....

Prithvi started running ,craning back his neck to catch a glimpse of her chasing after him . He grinned and shout

" Jaan trust me, I didn't mean that. You caught me wrong!" ""

Sanyogita squinted at him and roared like a tigress .

They were running in the room. Sanyogita chased Prithvi who was trying hard to not come into her hands.

Outside, Shambhavi who was coming with the worker having a food Trolley , heard a glass-breaking sound.

Both of them exchange a confused glare between ethers. They took steps and suddenly heard a shouting voice… a few steps further they presumed the sound was coming from the masterbedroom.

Suddenly he hears a screaming

" IIIIIIIII WILLLLLLLLL KILLLLLLLLLLLL YOUUUUUUUUUUUU"

Shambhavi''s heart was pumping faster. She thought it was Sanyogita's voice.

" Why is Sanyo screaming if anything happens to her and where is Prithvi ?? “" kiso marne ki baat kar rahi haii… aur itni chila kyun Rahi haii… .kahi sab kuch thik toh hai…?? ""

There in the bedroom, Sanyogita caught Prithvi on the way… he was about to climb down the bed Sanyogita grabbed him by his shirt. His shirt's left lower portion comes out from the gribbed of his chocolate brown belt around his waist. He didn't change into casual attire after returning from the office.

" Jaan what are you doing… ?? "" Prithvi was struggling to stop her from clutching his shirt.

" No .. I'll not spare you tonight!" "" She barked with clenched teeth

Prithvi started laughing louder. In the process, his shirt's upper two buttons were torn out.

Prithvi's back was facing the mattress. Sanyogita was lying above him. She sat up on his waist. Kept her both legs on either side of him and tried to beat him but Prithvi was preventing her from hitting him. He grabbed her hands. She screamed in his ear.

There was another screaming

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" "" "

This time the pitch was higher than before. Again it was Sanyogita's pitch. Shambhavi along with the worker thought perhaps there was something serious. Without any delay, he took a few steps further and noticed the door was unlocked lock. There was a little gap.

" Jaan… You really are a wild cat...ready to bite every Time" He mouth slipped out of frustration

Sanyogita reached her Highest level of her rage " what??? I'm biting you like a wild cat…I'll beat you more..aab mein achi kyun lagaungi ..tumhe toh roj roj new new model dekhna hai …… ladkiyon ke saath gulchulle udhna hai… Gharwali Baharwali part -2 Bana hai ! Listen Biwi no. One mein Karishma kapoor ne Salman Khan ko maf kardiya tha mein nahi karungi.."Her nostrils flared, inflating like balloons, as she struggled to contain her anger. Her lungs heaved, taking heavy breaths between her words.

" Jaan Tum pagal ho chuki hoo". Prithvi's laughter echoed through the room, his belly clutching in mirth. He doubled over, gasping for air, trying to prevent her from hitting him.

Sanyogita's hands slapped against his arms, palms stinging, as she turned into an angry bird, flapping her wings wildly.

Her hair flew around her face, a tangled mess, as she shook her head, her eyes blazing. Prithvi's laughter only fueled her rage, her face reddening further.

" Dekha apne pati ko akele chodne ka matlab… .Kya pata kab koi khubsurat hasena mujhe kidnap kar le ! "" " Prithvi teased turning Sanyogita reddish to a greater extent.

Sanyogita caught him by his collar and brought down her face closer to his mouth, " Ek baat kaan khol kar sun lo … sari zindagi tumhe mere sath hi rehna hai… khabardar agar mere Ilya kisi aur ladki ko bhi dkha toh… Jaan le lungi tumhari… .. you are my husband only …tum pe basss Mera hakkkkkkkk … .samjheeeeeee"" "" "" "" "" Sanyogita threat at him with determined voice

Prithvi was blazing with bliss, he offered her a victorious smile.

" So wifey kaisa laga " he gave her a naughty wink

Sanyogita couldn't understand .She got Confused automatically .

Prithvi stretched his both arms outside and hugged her tightly and pulled her closer to his chest.

Sanyogita's eyes grew extra large. She had a peculiar expression .

Sanyogita's upper half was leaning over him. There was a few centimetres gap between their faces.

" Yahi toh mein suna chahta tha my wild cat" Prithvi had naughtiness in his tone,

She blushed on realising that her loyal husband was teasing her as usual.

Prithvi was almost going to close her mouth against his lips .

Suddenly they heard the trembling sound of utensils.

Sanyogita scrunched her nose like Prithvi . They turned to their left.

A worker who was smiling shyly.

Shambhavi''s eyes become as wide as if she had seen a ghost doing romance.

The second worker who was holding food plates trimmed shyly. There was an " O" shape in his mouth.

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To be continued...

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