D for Delirious.
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"Aaah" He screamed, climbing atop the bed, a red slipper in his hand.
"Don't you clean your room?" She hissed, striking a poise similar to his but holding a pillow as a weapon.
He rolled his eyes that were swooping across the threadbare rug, not answering.
Fifteen minutes earlier, Aliya Zain Abdullah had returned from her daily night bath and was drying her hair when she spotted a small, black lizard on the wall above her bed.
Her hands froze and her heart had lurched forward at that site.
She made the usual shooing sound that had no abosolute effect on the still animal.
So armed with a pillow, she proceeded with caution.
The lizard must have somehow sensed his(or hers?) looming death with a pillow that it moved suddenly causing her to retract six steps for the two she had previously taken.
"Aaah." She screamed in a shrilly voice.
"What the hell, Mamu Ki Bhanji?" Zain said, entering the room to find his wife cum enemy armed with a pillow, scared to wits.
"Zain." She whispered.
"Kya?" He whispered back.
She pointed with her eyes to the lizard which had now decended to the floor.
Now fifteen minutes later, both sworn enemies had united briefly to fight a war against an innocent, harmless albeit ugly lizard.
"Where is it?" He asked.
"No idea. Your war cry must have scared him."
He gave her a disbelieving look.
She suddenly was the babysitter for the lizard.
And ten minutes later, still not finding any success at locating the damn thing,she plonked her ass to bed and promptly began to cry.
And to say that Zain Abdullah was clueless and bewildered was a complete understatement.
Even genie wouldn't have been able to solve this mind twister.
"Aaliya?" He called out unsurely, a bit frightened.
"Hmm?" She sniffeled.
"Why are you crying?" He said, trying to make some sense of the situation.
His question only instigated her further and she began to wail loudly.
The tips of her ears and her nose grew red.
'Cute' he thought bit immediatly chided himself for having such thoughts.
"Aliya?" He placed a hand gingerly on her shoulder and sat down next to her.
"Kya hua?" He asked softly.
"Oh, that poor lizard."
He gave a blank look.
"It was no fault of his. Or hers. It is just that it was there in the wrong place at the wrong time." Her sobs grew quiter.
'Maybe,she stole some of the bengali baba stuff.' He thought. And the explaination was so plausible that he himself believed it cause she was acting a hell lot like Miss World.
"It's just that I am so damn tired." She wailed.
"Emotionally and mentally and physically. And the fact that I have entered into a house where no one speaks to me willingly and that everyone hates my guts makes me so damn tired."
"Oh." He said.
"And also the fact-" she turned to him, glad that he was lending an ear to her woes, not caring that it made her look deranged.
"That I haven't had ganne ka ras in two months and I miss my gator too much."
"Gator?" He breathed. She was babysitting alligators too?
"My teddy." She wiped her nose on her sleeves.
"Ew." he thought.
"And no junk food and that the kitchen doesn't have a stove!"
"We dont?"
"No!" She exclaimed. "You have an induction cooker. And that no one eats maggi or chocolates."
She must be pmsing. He thought wildly.
"And I feel like I am pmsing the whole time."
Oh. Down the drain goes that theory.
"And the guilt. Oh the guilt that I have ruined your life,mine and everyone around. I shouldn't have said yes. I should have told Abbu the truth about how neither of us wanted to marry. I am so sorry Zain." Her wails were now a mere sob that escaped her mouth frequently as she rocked back and forth.
"I am so sorry. So sorry." She whispered.
She looked at him with wide eyes,looking so helpless that his stony heart melted just enough to engulf her in his arms.
"I am so sorry." She muttered against his chest,her delicate hands wrapping themselves around his strong frame.
She placed a small kiss near his heart throught the fabric.
"Shh." He whispered. "Don't." He stroked her hair as consoled her.
"Tommorow." He promised himself. "Tommorow, I'll go back to hating her. For now, it felt good to have someone to hug."
He could feel sleep luring her in as her inccesant sobbing began to cease.
His own eyelids drooped as the sat in that postion for god knows how long.
He tucked her in the blanket,listening to the crickets chirp.
And as he switched on the night lights because he was a sissy and was afraid of the dark, he noticed she now had the blanket up her face.
He chuckled.
His wife was delirious indeed.
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😛 I am having a serious case of writers block.
And that this literally happened to me today. I got afraid of a lizard and broke down refusing to go to classes 🤣
Cause it is so.damn.exhausting!
Likes and comments are heartily appreciated.
Critisism is wholeheartedly welcome.
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Everything I write is on hiatus till this shadowy writer's block goes away. Tabtak I'll scrouge my lappy for un-posted os'es
-Sanika :)
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