Meher's POV
I stir in my sleep and open one of my eye to look around the room, only to be greeted by the same sight. It has been three days since we last talked. Since our argument. I look at him getting ready in front of the mirror, using his favourite perfume, whistling while checking his appearance, picking up his wallet and watch, gathering up the stuff he needs - his briefcase, important files, laptop. And here I lie on my side of the bed, catching glimpse of the man who is !my husband. The one who doesn't even like OK at me. I was a fool... Marrying a pizza was any day a better option. Stupid girl...!!!! Kick your own ass meher... Why did you have to marry this Hubby Malhotra...??? Why...??? Wait... I wasn't dying to marry him... Neither was he, I guess... Was he dying to marry me...??? Ohh yes yes... Yes meher he wanted to marry you...
"He wants to sleep with me... That's it..." I whispered in realisation and then closed my eyes, covering my head with another pillow. His pillow. Next moment, I throw it away and got up hurriedly.
Thank good by this time he has left, else things would have gotten more worse.
Abeer's POV
Today also I ignored her and any chance of starting a conversation. After my outburst on her three days back, I have been like this. I'm guilty and ashamed, having no clue why I did that to her. No matter what happened between us years back, she doesn't deserves this now. Not now. She never asked me to abandon music, I did it. On my own will. She isn't supposed to be blame. She never said she will fall in love with me or will love me. She never gave me false hopes. Never. In fact she was pretty clear from the beginning. Love has nothing to do with her and her life. It was me who fell in love with her, the one who wanted her to reciprocate those feelings. The one who wanted love in return of love. The love which was only one sided. We weren't meant to be. Neither are we now. We are tied to each other now. But why...?? Just because of some property papers... Why do you care abeer...??? Why...??? When did you change that much...?? Once nothing mattered but love. And now everything matters but love. Why abeer...?? When did you pulled out your loving heart from your chest, crushing it and throwing it away...??? Where did you throw it buddy...?? Where...???
Meher's POV
"Mumma I'm fine..." I said for the fifth time now.
Mumma came to meet me today, since I wasn't able to go to meet her. Guess what guys, mom invited me n my so called husband for dinner. And breaking news... Since we aren't exactly talking, how was I suppose to tell him and ask him to accompany me. We didn't go and that's why mommy landed up here. Malhotra mansion.
"Bacha kuch toh sahi nahi hai... Tu jhooth mat bol beta..."
"Arrghhh... Mom why will I lie...?? And kya sahi nahi hai...?? Hum honeymoon se wapas aaye... Unpacking n stuff... I got busy... Abeer is too occupied with business... Please try and understand..."
"Acha acha... Theek hai... Pta hai meher, mera dil bahut ghabra raha tha bacha... Aisa lag raha tha tu theek nahi hai..." Mom said.
How I wish I could tell her I wasn't alright. Last two days have been like hell for me, and what made things worse is that madhvi mom and dad have gone out of station for a wedding. All day long I'm alone in this huge house with no one to talk to and then my husband ignores me.
"Mom... I can't leave the house like that. No ones home, you know that... So -" I made an excuse and luckily mom understood it.
"Haaye mera bacha kitna samajhdaar ho gya hai..." Mom said and kissed my forehead.
Awww... I miss you so much mommy... I love you so so much... Talked me home momma... Pleaseee...
When I didn't say anything, mom kept looking at me and smiled cheekily.
"You don't want to leave the house or abeer...???"
My mom just giggled. GIGGLED. OMG... my mommy giggled... Ohh god... Yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath...
"Mom please..." I tell her, feeling a heat rush to my cheeks.
"Meher I'm so happy... Abeer bahut acha hai... You are so lucky..." Mom tells me and I smiled.
Only if I was that lucky... Only if...
After mom left, I couldn't help but think of the innocent yet cheesy question mom put up. What am I exactly afraid of...??? After MIL and FIL left, I could have gone back home... Or I could have gone home, the very next morning after my argument with abeer... But shockingly, I didn't leave. Have you no self respect left meher...??? Why didn't you leave...??? Why did you choose to stay...??? Why was I sacred with the thought of leaving...??
"Because its my house..." I said the point my brain raised in that argument.
"Yeah... Yeah... Better luck next time..." My heart mocked.
"Shut up... Why would I leave what's mine...?? This place is mine..." My brain argumented again.
"Aaahhh... But he isn't..." My heart sighed.
Did it really sigh...?? Why in the freaking hell...??? Why...???
"I don't need a man in my life... I'm self sufficient and independent..." The logical side of me said.
"Then woman you should actually go and marry a pizza... Before that divorce the poor guy..." My heart retorted.
"What...??? Why should I divorce abeer...??? Non sense..." I yelled and walked back to the bedroom, from the garden.
What a silly solution...!!! Why should I divorce abeer...?? Every married couple have arguments... Don't they...?? Its pretty natural meher... Nothing to worry about. Everything is cool baby...!!!
Abeer's POV
I came back home and she opened the door, a smile still adoring her face. I smiled back at her today, feeling guilty for the treatment I have been giving her. She didn't deserve that but still she took that shit from me. Applause wifey malhotra...!!!!
"Good evening..."
"Good evening abeer..." She replies and it boosts my morale.
Yes abeer...!!!! Go baby go...
"Meher I want to talk to you..." I tell her and she looks at me, after locking the main door.
"Let's go upstairs..." She said and I nodded.
Girl you can give me cold treatment. I deserve it. Eye for an eye, you see.
"Meher I -"
"Abeer I'm sorry..."
What...??? There she goes... Wait girly... Wait...
"No... Its me who needs to apologise meher... I shouldn't have overreacted..." I said in a breath.
"Wohhuu... You mean you really think you were wrong..." She asked.
She is surprised...??? Why...?? I am not some brat, we are talking about. Excuse me...
"Yes... Why did I end up blaming you is something to do with my temper issues I guess... I shouldn't have yelled at you meher... I'm really guilty and from past two days, I have feeling like shit. I wanted to apologise but had no idea how to... I haven't apologised much in life... I mean we two are different individuals and have different tastes, preferences and ideologies. But I was in no position of blaming you that night... Though they are still a thing or two you are rightfully to be blamed of... But what I'm trying to say is..." I paused and took a deep breath. Its totally abnormal to speak so much in one single breath.
"Is..." She asked.
"Can't we forget it...?? Can't we start a fresh, keeping all that stuff behind... Just as friends..." I asked her, in a hope she says yes.
"Hmm..."
This time she sighed and took a deep breath.
Time for decision... Cmon meher... Ab footage mat kha yaar...
"Yes... I don't mind..." She replied.
And before I know it, I'm hugging her. Well technically, I pulled her in my arms - embracing her.
Meher's POV
"Yes... I don't mind..." As I said, like it wasn't the thing I wanted; he surprisingly or should I say shockingly, hugged me.
He pulled me into him and let me tell you people, it was technically a bone crushing hug.
When I recovered from the shock, I hugged him back. Now please don't ask me why. These days I have no explanation for what I am doing or whatever is happening. Life these days has become like a puzzle for me and sadly I'm unable to put the pieces together. I suck at jigsaw puzzle... Yes I do... Shit.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered and all the thoughts in my mind were erased.
"Its ok..." I replied.
The thoughts that were erased seconds back were now replaced by new. When I was in his embrace, I knew what I was scared of. I strangely found all the answers to the unanswered questions that were haunting me in the afternoon. I'm not gonna admit but I was scared to leave him. Blame him and his habits may be, I will miss being close to him. Having him around is fun and now without all that planning, plotting, taunting and teasing, life will be boring. Hell boring...
"Let me take you out on dinner tonight..." Abeer said and then I realised, wwe weren't hugging anymore.
"Tonight...??" I said.
He nodded his head in positive.
"Italian...??" I asked.
"I thought you love pizza more than anything..."
Ohh my god... Look at him when he smirks.
"Pizza any day... But I had it in the afternoon... So Italian...??"
"Maje hain... Italian it is then..." Abeer replied.
Before I could reply, he turned around and made way to the bathroom.
After putting on my black dress teamed with my red stilettoes, I stood in front of the mirror checking myself out. I made various poses and even whistled at myself. You look ravishing babe... Without make up look... Woww... Lemme take a selfie first...!!! Once I clicked hell lot of selfies, I started with my make up. And people since I'm a natural beauty and need very less of make up; I just did my eyes a bit - a winged eyeliner and some Kohl. And tada... My eyes are the beautiful pair of eyes ever... But seriously, why can't I have blue eyes... Then my eyes would also have been hypnotising. Haha... Lol.. Completing my look for the evening, I put on a red lipstick. Aah... Perfect...!!! You are such a beauty meher... Muahhh...
"Who are you planning to kill tonight...???"
I turned around to fond abeer looking at me with a pointed look, a smirk on his face. Before I could reply, my eyes traced down his face and shit- again shirtless...
"No one..." I said and turned back again.
I can't look at him right now when he looks like so tempting... Water droplets still falling from his wet hair, the droplets on his face and the ones trailing down those abs... Shittt... What are you saying meher...??? Just shut up...
"You shut up stupid brain..." I said in a barely audible voice.
"Are you trying to impress me...??" He again asked. Can't you just stay quiet abeer... Arrghhh...
"Are you impressed...??" I asked, now facing him. Pretty confident and proud of how beautiful I look tonight.
"Yeah..." came the reply and I almost did a happy dance in my mind.
But why meher..??? What are you...??? A teenager...???? You are such an idiot girl...
Abeer's POV
"Are you impressed...??"
Now she was standing in front of me and one look at her face was enough for me to know that she was pretty proud of her appearance tonight. Well she is really looking ravishing. Hot in fact.
"Yeah..." I honestly replied as there was no point in denying and lying. She was mesmerising me.
Soon we got into the car and I mentally thought pof all the options that we can consider. This plan for dinner is kind of siudden, so running out of options and would certainly have made a reservation. After thinking too hard, I chose an exotic Italian restaurant for tonight's dinner.
I looked at my dear wifey from the corner of her eye and wonder why is so quiet at the moment. She is probably planning something... Stop it abeer... Just stop thinking of it, for tonight at least... Stoppp...
"Are you OK...??" I ask her.
"Yes... Ya... Actually I'm thinking of something. Today mum came to meet me..."
"She only came to meet you... Doesn't she want to me...??" I ask, feeling a bit sad. Mummy ji loves me so much yaar. Why didn't she come to meet me...??
"Jealous you... Anyways mum invited us for dinner but since we weren't exactly talking, I kept on making excuses... So today she dropped by..." Meher answered.
"Ohh... We will go there soon... And I guess mom dad will be back day after tomorrow..." I answered.
"Cool... Mom will be happy..."
Let me tell you people, she was also happy. And I'm also happy... I really love my saasu maa and tunnu.. They are so cute unlike this wife of mine... Ha ha...
Meher's POV
"Here are we..." Abeer announced and we got off the car.
I looked at the place and it looked great. As we entered, I started to Luke the place even more. Woww you have a good choice hubby malhotra...!!! I'm impressed...
"Table for two please..." He said to the attendant and I returned him the smile.
As we were led to out table, I looked around the restaurant and the ambience here. Its amazing guys... And expensive too... Thank god I'm dressed so good tonight or it would have been embarrassing.
"After you..." Abeer pulled out a chair for me and I raised my eye brow at me, before sitting and murmuring a thank you.
"So you like it...??" Abeer asked.
"Nope..." I said making a face. Then continued "I love it yaar...".
"Glad..."
"Is that you Abeer...??"
I was about to say something when someone interrupted us, a shadow hovering me. The intruder standing behind me.
"Ya its me Pratham..." Abeer replied.
The intruder aka pratham came ahead and shook hand with abeer. I kept looking at them and as they hugged, I sat there uncomfortably.
"Its like an eight wonder dude... You at an Italian restaurant... No wonder you hate Italian food like hell..." The guy said and my eyes were almost ready to pop out.
He hates Italian food... Then why are we here...??? Because you suggested it baby.
"Shut up..." Abeer told him before smiling at me.
"Ohh I look you are here with a pretty lady... Sorry to interrupt..." The pratham dude said.
"Meet my wife dude... Meher... And meher he is friend from MBA. Pratham..." Abeer introduced us formally, coming towards me and his hand around me.
"Arrey waahh... You got married and btaya bhi nahi... Dhokebaaz saale..." He told abeer and teased him.
We shook hands and I smiled at him. Donno why but I don't like this guy...
"Dude I'm so glad you got over that bitch... I told you na she was shit and look at your wife now... So beautiful... Really happy for you... (Whispering to abeer like i cant hear him) And bhabhi ji... You both are invited to a party this weekend... Some of our friends are meeting up abeer... I will WhatsApp you the details..."
"Sure..." Abeer replied, looking at me every ten seconds.
"Cool see you guys later and here, take my card... Enjoy your dinner..."
Now the last thing we can do is enjoy the dinner...
"Just a friend from college..." Abeer said as he sat down again.
"Hmm..."
"Should we order...??" Abeer asked.
"You hate Italian..." I whispered in realisation.
"Meher -"
"Why did we come here abeer...???"
"Because you wanted it meher... I owe you an apology..." He replied.
"So eating Italian is your punishment... Ohh..." I said, looking at him now.
"I wouldn't mind eating it really... Time for change you know..."
"Are you sure...?? Because we can leave right now..." I told him.
"Yes wifey... Now order something damn good... Else -"
"Haha... Like I'm scared..." I smirked and then ordered food.
"Are you alright...?? Meher...??"
I looked up at abeer questioningly and he pointed towards my plate. The food was untouched and I don't know from how long I have been toying it.
"Is the food OK...???" I ask him suddenly.
"Other than this soup and salad, I like this particular dish. Though its shocking I'm saying it... But why aren't you eating...??"
"I... I... I need to use the restroom... I will be back..."
I got up and excused myself hurriedly. As soon as I entered the rest room, I let out a breath I was holding. Finding it to be empty, I sighed and stood in front of the mirror. I gazed into the eyes of a woman in the mirror, the red teary eyes. Soon a tear rolled down her cheek and I felt dampness on my face. My hand reached up to my cheek and I found a tear drop on the tip of my finger. She realised that she was the woman in the mirror who was crying but sadly she didn't understand why. Why in the hell was she crying...??? What happened that hurted her that badly..?? What...?? I kept sobbing and then covered my mouth with my palm, trying to suppress the sound. I don't want anyone to hear me sob in a ladies room and as I needed to get it out, I didn't fight against it. After I calmed myself down, I splashed cold water on my face, numbing my face and thoughts. Retouching my make up, I made my way outside.
Abeer's POV
She left to use the restroom and now I starting to get worried. Something hasn't been good with her, I know it. From the time the food arrived, she looked lost. I found her playing with the food in her plate, though she was the one who was excited about this whole Italian food thing. Once I was about to get up, she returned looking a bit tired and unwell. When we left home, she looked so beautiful, lively and energetic and now suddenly she looks tired and sad, with her eyes a bit puffed. Has she been crying...??
"Let's order desert..." I say, trying to get her attention. She looks lost.
"I lost my appetite... Let me order for you..." came the reply.
"No... I'm full... Are you fine meher...??" I ask out of concern.
"Abeer I have a headache... Let's go home..."
"Sure... Come..."
The whole ride back, she sat quietly with her eyes closed. I'm getting so damn worried. I was wishing for a start tonight, and its like back to square one. We and our wrong timing. What has gone wrong...?? Things were fine until... Until... Pratham. Oh god... Did she hear what he said...??? I guess she did. Shit.
Meher's POV
During the ride back home, with the cool breeze and soft music soothing my senses, I closed my eyes. This time when I closed my eyes, every moment of this evening replayed in my mind. Some made me smile while the rest upset me. It was all good until that intruder appeared. And the next amazing thing is he knows my husband better than I do. He knows abeer hates Italian cuisine while I - his lawfully wedded wife - drags him to an Italian restaurant. Kudos...!!!! Amazing move baby...!!! Great...!!!! And when I thought this was the heights, he threw another bouncer. He called me a bitch I'm super sure of it. And he also supposedly know about this so hyped heartbreak of my dear husband. Why did you have to publicise everything Abeer...??? I guess every friend of yours hate me... No no no... The bitch who ditched you or who knows you must have told them that she cheated on you... Ohhh god... Only if... Only if I was in my right frame of mind, I would have punched that pratham guy. He called me bitch and beautiful in a single sentence. Whatever he did or said, abeer didn't say a word to him. Neither did he correct that guy... Why...?? Waittt... Is this bitch someone else...?? I mean I'm not the one... There is some other girl... May be... He can have any girl... Right...?? Ohh fish... Does he has freaking history with some other girl I'm unaware of...??? Ohh god that's why he doesn't love me and that's why he wants to be friends now... I think he wants us to be friends and then one day he might bring that girl up to me and... And expects me to divorce him and hand him over to that bitch... Ohh god...!!!
"I'm not doing it... I'm not..."
I didn't realise I said it aloud but when I did, it was too late.
The car stopped and abeer was looking at me puzzled.
"What you aren't going to do...???" He asked.
"Au... Um... Nothing... Bad dream..." I made up an excuse.
"Ok... And if you haven't realised it... We are home princess..."
I feel my eyes got fixed on him the second he called me princess. I smiled in reply before getting off the car. It suddenly feels he made up for everything that went wrong.
Abeer's POV
"And..if you haven't realised it.. We are home princess.." i tell her. She smiles at me and gets off the car. Princess. My Princess. I still remember how much she loved it when i called her that. And i don't know why i called her that way now. Our relationship is not the way, it used to be once. I don't love her anymore, right? Then why? Sigh. This girl messes up my system so bad. I think i have lost all my power to think.Godd!! Help me.
As we enter our room, she sits on the bed holding her head. She looked tired and frail.
I sit besides her and hold her hand.
"Are you okay?? Is it hurting too much?" i ask her softly. She looks at me with blank eyes as if searching for some answers.
"The head i mean" i complete.
"Ah.. um.. i am okay" she replies but i know she wasnt. Something was wrong, and it was not about the silly headache for sure.
"Okay.. What about a coffee?? Abeer ishtyle?? You know i make the best coffee in the world."
She smiles and looks at me.
"Why not? A husband who makes coffee for his wife.. Not Bad Mr. Malhotra" she replies.
"Give me 10 mins Madam, I will be back.." i say dramatically bowing infront of her. She giggles.
Meher's Pov
"Are you okay?? Is it hurting too much?" he asks me softly holding my hand. For a minute, it felt like he was the Abeer he was 2 years back. The guy who could read my eyes. The one who, from a single look on my face could tell, how exactly i was feeling. Did he read my eyes today also? Could he make out i was hurt? I looked into his eyes to search for my answers.
"The head i mean" he said and i came out my trance realising we are no more the people we were 2 years back. Why do you expect all this from him Meher? Why? Why do you think he will still care after everything you did to him? Why? Why?.
I came out of my thoughts when he offers to make a coffee for me. How nice of him naa.. He is a sweetheart you know. Meher,Shut up. That's Abeer you can talking about. He is a jerk, okay? I smile at my own thoughts. I change into something comfortable. I saw some card lying on the floor and pick it up. It was pratham's visiting card. Sigh. The memories of the dinner come back to.
"Dude i am glad you got over that bitch, she was shit i told you" his words rang in my head. I could feel tears pooling in my eyes again. Before they could fall i wipe them away and retire to the bed.
Abeer's POV
I enter the room after making an amazing coffee for wifey malhotra, only to find her sleeping.
"Meher" i call out her name. No reply.
Heyy! That's not even fair. I did so much of hardwork for making this wonderful thing for you, and you are sleeping. That's cruel,okay? Hard luck baby, now i will drink it.. No worries.. Your loss.
And then i saw her shift. She was not asleep for sure. Is she fine? I looked closely and saw her puffed eyes. She had been crying. She wanted to hide it from me and hence she was faking to be asleep.
I go near her and sit beside her. I lightly caress her forehead only to realise she has a mild fever too.
"Meher" i whisper softly. And tears flow from her eyes. I wipe them away and she opens her eyes. She tries to sit up.
"Stay" i tell her.. not letting her get up. i caress her face lightly. I lean into her and touch my forehead with hers.
"Did you hear what Pratham said?" i ask her. She smiles.
"Oh yes.. He called me pretty and beautiful" she replied.
"Jealous, Hubby Malhotra?" she asks with a cheeky grin.
"Not at all" i get up smiling.. "You are mine you know, so umm.. i am proud" i say, realising what i said was not even true. She wasn't mine. She wasn't.
I push away my thoughts and hand her the coffee.
"For you Madam" i say
"Thank you... And what about the bill??" she asks.
"Umm.. You gave me your precious time today.. That would do" i reply. She laughs.
"Take these Medicines and sleep" i tell her handing some medicines.
Meher's POV
He woke me up in the morning around 11. He was standing there with my bed tea and breakfast.
"Wake up wifey dearest, its 11 already...How are you feeling now??" he asks.
"Better"
"Here are your medicines, and breakfast.. Have it on time okay? I need to leave for office.."
"Yes, i will.." i smile to him. He mumbles a goodbye and leaves. And i sit there smiling.
Aren't these smiling sessions increasing everyday now? Every then and now we are smiling at each-other. Get a grip on yourself meher. Stop being a smiling fool okay. And why is hubby malhotra getting all nice now days? Oh shit!!! That girl that i suspect being in his life.. OMG.. Yes ! No i cant let this happen. He is my husband for god sake. No.. he can't be someone else's. Kya karu? Kya karu? Meher kuch soch.. Tera haq hai ye ! Think something baby.. Think Think. Omg thoda kaam karle mere pyare brain! Gimme some idea.. Sasha.. Yes.. My saviour.. My sasha!
I finish my breakfast really fast and take my medicine( Huh.. why..? Just bcz he told me to do so?).
Then i dial Sasha's number.
"Hey Baby, how are you? back from your honeymoon?" she asks me.
"I am fine sasha! I need to discuss something very important with you yaar!"
And i tell her about all the intruder drama that happened yesterday. How did not know abt my husband's liking, disliking. To be honest, i dont know him at all. That guy talking abt some bitch' and all the stuff.
"OMG ! Meher.. You are such a chicken babe. You don't know about your hubby? That's crass babe. Seriously. His friends know him better than you" she laughed at me.
"Shut up, sasha! And give me some idea.. I am his wife.. I should know everything about his life.. But how? Kaise?"
"That easy Meher! Ask his mom.. About his likes and dislikes.."
"Oh yeah! Mom is the best!! Why didnt i think of it? Silly me... heyy.. but.. i can't ask his Mom, about his.. umm.. past girlfrieds right? Vo kaise pta lgau???"
"Friends, babe.. This chicken.. what was his name.. ahh.. Yeah.. Pratham.. Take out information from him.."
"I don't like that guy.. never would i ask him"
"Any other friend then??"
"Heyy.. Wait.. you know.. Abeer's friends are having a reunion, this pratham told us.. I will get hell lot of info out there.."
"Perfect Meher.. Go on!!! Your hubby is in trouble baby!" she laughs.
Abeer's POV
That night when i came back home.. She looked better and happy. Happy? Some planning and plotting again baby? Bring it on.. I am anyways getting bored from so many days. I am missing that fun in life. After we had our dinner, she came up with a weird plan. A movie. Like really? Why? It's almost 12 at night and wants to go out for a movie..
I tried avoiding, but you Meher is Meher. When she wants something she wants it, no matter how.
"Abeer.. we are going for a romantic movie.. Okay? Your type.. the one you will love.." she said while i was driving.
Romantic movie.. My type? Why? She still remembers, i like that kind of movies? As far as i remember, she was never the one who would prefer a romantic flick.
"Romantic??? No ways.. who told you that? I am more into action and horror" i tell her.
Meher's POV
"Romantic??? No ways.. who told you that? I am more into action and horror" he tells her.
Dude your mother told me that. You liar pants. I caught you.
"Don't be a chicken Malhotra, everyone knows your taste"
"Yeah.. i used to like them.. But not now.. We are watching the new horror flick tonight.. And that's final"
HORROR? Do you wanna kill me hubby? I can't watch that.. I just can't. Relax. Just tell him you are scared of horror films. Hey! How can i? Izzat hai kuch meri.. What will he think about me? That i am a chicken.. No ways.
"Abeer.. what's up with that reunion plan..?" i ask him cautiously not showing much interest. You need to play safe Meher.
"Oh that.. That's tomorrow night.. I don't think i would be going, i am not really in touch with anyone of them.. So.."
"Lol.. The Re-unions are supposed to be for getting in touch silly, i tell him"
He makes a face.
"Well.. i think we should go.. It's like i am bored of seeing your face everyday.. Meeting some new people would be fun.. What say?"
"But you don't even know those people?"
Oh.hoo. so hubby Malhotra doesn't wants me to come with him. Fishy fishy.. Something's fishy..
"So what i know you.. Yout friend specially invited me that time..We are going and that's final. No arguments" I end the topic.
"Okay.. If you say so.." he replies.
Abeer's Pov
10 mins into the movie, and she was holding me so tight.Her head on my shoulder. Such a chicken i tell you. I always knew she is not into horror stuff. But you know this fake ego of hers would never let her accept it. Anyways i was enjoying every bit of it.. The movie as well as her fear. I could feel her sweating. But boy, she didn't utter a word yet. Tell me baby, you can't handle it.. and we are out of here.
Soon i felt my shirt getting wet. God! She was sobbing so badly! And i didn't even realise it.
"Meher.. Are.. are you fine?" i ask her. She did not reply.
I pull her hand and take her out of the theatre.
"Are you nuts?. really i mean.. You are crying like that? Couldn't you just ask me to leave? You are one Mad women you know" i almost shouted at her. She shuddered and i hug her. Really tight.
"Relax Meher.. I am there. Nothing happened. It was just a movie. Relax baby" i say kissing her hair.
After we reached home, she lies down on the bed and i cover up with the comforter.
"Abeer.. please don't leave me" she whispers.
"I am right here" i tell her.
I sleep on my side of the bed. I could still feel her crying. So I pull her closer to me. She does not resist.
"I am sorry" i whisper waiting for her reply only to realise she is fast asleep
Meher's POV
Wohhooo.. Finally the day is here! the re-union. The Sach ka Saamna' Day. Hubby Malhotra.. All your hidden secrets are going to be opened tonight. I am excited.!!! Well let me tell, I have done all the homework now. I know everything about Abeer's Likes/dislikes now. Thanks to mommy dearest. I wish she was here with me.. to help me choose a dress for the party, but hard luck, their trip got extended. Sigh. What should i wear now?? This short dress.. Or the long one??? Or should i go for comfy shorts?? Help me someone please!!!
"What about a hot saree.??" he says coming out of the washroom as if you could read what was going in my mind.
"Hmmm.. Not a bad idea.. Which one...??" i ask him showing the loads of sarees in my wardrobe.
He flinched his eyes a little and point to one of the saree.
"That pink one.. with a golden top.. that looks pretty sexy.." he said winking.
I take out that saree satisfied with his choice.
"What are you wearing...??" I ask my shirtless jerk.
"Nothing special.. I look hot in everything i wear.." he replied casually.
Yes you do baby, But did anyone tell you...?? You look even hotter without a shirt...
Abeer's POV
It was around 30 minutes since i was ready and was waiting for her. She was still struggling with that saree of hers.
"Help..??" i ask her.
She gives me a helpless look.
"Tell me what to do...??" i ask her.
"Okay so hold each one of these pleats very carefully.." she instructs. I do as she says.
"Good.. Now help me put this into the under-skirt..."
As my hands touch her stomach, she shivers, and in the reflex i leave the pleats i was holding.
"Ohh.. sorry.." i mutter.
"Abeerrr.. what have you done.. I need to do everything again now.. I hate you..." she says stomping her foot when she gets entangled in her own saree and falls on me.
"Hey.. be careful..." i say before my hands reach for her waist. She shivers again. Ahaan! It still works...!! What...?? Arrey...!!! My touch Her weakness... Remember...??
And before I think more, those hypnotising eyes of hers conquer me. I pull her closer to me, hypnotised by her beauty. She wraps her arms around my neck and her luscious lips invite me. My fingers trace the outline of her face and thumb caresses her lower lip very gently. Don't do that Abeer.. Just don't. It's a trap... My brain yells. These are not good signs... Stay away abeer... stay away from her.. Leave her right now.. Leave. Ignoring the instructions of my brain, i lean in to kiss her, capturing her lips. It had been 17 days since i kissed her last...
Shit Abeer... What...?? You have been counting days.. That's so.. Ugghh.. She gave in instantly without hesitating, as if she was waiting for this from so long. Seemed as if we wanted the same thing and when we got that, we held onto each other like a life ring in a stormy sea. Something we needed to survive... Like air is to lungs... The kiss was turning passionate when she screamed and immediately coming out of the trance, I left her; pulling apart.
Meher's POV
I felt his fingers tracing my face and his thumb caressing my lower lip.I could see him eyeing my lips and y heart started racing. Is he going to kiss me...?? He leaned in slowly and kissed me. He kissed me... For the first time, he made a move. Hey...!! Meher did you just blush...?? No.. He .. he can't just kiss you like that. Stop him God damnit...!! But before i knew, i was kissing him too. My brain stops working when his lips work on mine. His touch is one of my biggest weakness these days and I hate it...
And then.
"ahhh" i screamed and he left me instantly. He was looking at me with accusing eyes which turned guilty for a second, only to become accusing again.
I looked down to find the culprit and realised, it was a safety pin. The pin in my saree pierced into my stomach because well... we were that close.. that the poor little pin did not know where to go. A safety pin and it all ended. Shit.
His eyes too traced down and he looked at the drop of blood that just appeared. Before i know he went to his knees and caressed the spot with his thumb, wiping it.
"I am really very sorry, I did not realise..." he said before kissing the spot very gently. I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks. He left a trace of kisses on my navel, driving me crazy... Feeling something which I never felt before.
"Abeerrr..." A moan escaped my mouth and i grabbed his hair pulling him close . the moan brought him out of his reverie, and he stood up absurdly.
"I am really very sorry.. We will do it again don't worry..." he said looking at me.
My eyes widened. What did he just say...?? We will do it again...?? What the hell...?? OMG... This jerk...!!! Ughh.. Moron. I looked at him wide-eyed waiting for him to clarify it.
"The saree i mean... " he said smirking reading my expression.
Oh..!! shit... What were you thinking Meher...?? Shit..!!
Finally it took another 25 minutes and we were done with it.. Mission Saree Pehnao Accomplished...!!! Yiieepppiiieee...
Abeer's POV
As we walked into the party, we were greeted by my friends. I introduced Meher to all my friends. She looked happy and i am sure now she will be enjoying it all. At first i honestly thought Meher may feel out of place, but you know she is a charmer, took basically no time in mixing with all of them. The night was going great. Awesome music, Awesome dinner, Awesome company. I would have never come here, if meher hadn't insisted. I am glad that i came...
So now it some fun game round. And we being the "Newly Married" ones were the first target.
The game was about how much you know about your partner. I laughed internally. Meher doesn't know me bit. She is gonna loose. Poor baby...
"Lets start with Abeer.. what say?" one of my friends said.
Cool enough. I know her better than she knows herself.
"Favourite Colour??"
"Blue"
"Favourite Cuisine??"
"Italian"
"Favourite Ice cream??"
"Chocolate chips"
"Ex-boyfriends??"
Lol what a question. What should i answer.. 60 or 80. Only if she knows the count herself.
"Umm.. 1" i finally answered.
"Is he right Meher...??" Meera asked her.
"Yes he is..." she said smirking. I laughed a little. 1 boyfriend... Haha... Yeah right...
Meher's POV
Such a boring game. Blah. Well the party was nice, the people were friendly. So im enjoying it badically... Now that its our chance, I wonder does Abeer remembers about my choices.. or did he too ask my mom like i did...?? Who knows... Why will he by the way...??
Ohh god he does knows it... Claps hubby malhotra... Grade A. You know me quite well... Or mom told you correct things... Donno...
Anyways my chance baby.
"Favourite Colour??"
"Red"
"Favourite Cuisine??"
"Indian"
"Favourite Ice cream??"
"Butterscotch"
I saw his eyes almost pop out listening to my answers. I did my homework dude. No cheating haan. I know you too baby... I smirk at him
"Ex-Girlfriends??"
The question i was waiting for. The secret. The girls he has dated. Let get things clear hubby malhotra.
"Umm.. 3..." i give a random guess.
"Abeer, All correct..." someone asks him..
"No.." he says nodding in a negative.
"I have had only one girlfriend in past.." he tells me winking.
"Oh.. Please.. don't even talk about that bitch... That shit cheated on our poor guy, bloody bitch..." the girl with curly hair voices out.
I look down. I feel Abeer looking at me this time.
"Sahi me dost...!! badi kamini ladki thi..Ye to jaise depression me chala gya tha uske jaane ke baad.. He left everything he ever loved for her..." some other guy spoke this time.
I freeze. Tears pool in my eyes. Ready to spill any moment.
"Just stop it guys.. Thats enough.. just stop.." Abeer said finally.
"Oh please Abeer, dont defend that wh**e now! She ruined you... She ditched you for god sake...!! She cheated on you.. You left your music because of her. For god sake stop her defending now..."
That was the limit. A Bitch. A wh**e. And he listened all of it against me. I intentionally pour the drink in hand on my dress and excuse myself.
Abeer's POV
"Oh please Abeer, don't defend that wh**e now! She ruined you! She ditched you! She cheated on you.. You left your music because of her .For god sake stop her defending now" pratham said.
Shit!
I look at Meher. She was on a verge of crying.
"Will you just shut up people!" i shout, my anger rising every second.
"For god's sake.. just stop all this non-sense, who are you to say anything about anyone..haan?? Whatever happened was between two of us that time.. and you people are no one to abuse her or to point out to her character.. Do you get it???? I shouted in anger.
I turn to look at Meher, when i realise she wasn't there. Someone tells me she excused herself to the ladies room.
Meher's POV
As i enter the ladies room, the tears i was holding make their way out of my eyes. That's what his friends think about. That's what he has told the entire world, that i cheated on him. They called me a wh**e, and he? He didn't even say a word. How could you Abeer? How could you? And i always thought you respected me. You loved me Abeer, You loved me.. So why didn't to say that now? Why?
I look into the mirror to see my reflection laughing at me.
"What happened Meher? Why are you crying? When did people's comments started hurting you?" my reflection asked.
"It's not about the people, its about him.. Its About Abeer.." i defended myself.
"What do you expect from him Meher? And how can you..? He never meant anything to you.. So why do you even care???"
"He is my husband.. Goddamnit!" i shout
"Husband.. not by your choice for sure " the reflection laughed at me.
"But..but.. he loves me" i whisper.
"Hahaha.. Meher.. don't fool yourself.. Yes he did love you once.. But you ruined everything yourself.. He doesn't loves you anymore.."
I looked at my reflection blankly realising it was right. He doesn't loves me anymore.. He hates me.
"You know Meher.. It's not the words that are hurting! It's the fact that he doesn't love you anymore.. When you love him now." the reflection says.
"No.. I dont love him. i dont love him.. Do you hear that?? I dont love him.. i don't" i whisper.
"Good for you then.. Let's see till when are you going to fool yourself"
I heard a knock on the door, It was Abeer. When i looked back into the mirror.. There was no one. Just a lady with smudged mascara, red eyes filled with tears. Its not me, i whispered. This was not the Meher purohit i knew. It wasn't her. Ye koi aur hai..
"Meher.. Are you there?" i heard Abeer say. I chose not to answer.
After around 5 mins, The knob turned, and he made his way inside the ladies room.
"Meher I was so worried..."
And now he suddenly cares. Now after every single friend of his, basically abused me. That too in front of him. They abused his wife and kept standing there, not saying a single word.
"You shouldn't be here... I might be a wh**e..." I tell him. Short n crisp.
"Meher please... Please listen to me..."
"You shouldn't be with a bitch like me abeer... Stay away..." I said and pushed him away, when he took a step near me.
Abrupt ending...??? Hell ya... We are inspired by SP 😉
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