Treaded Miles : Her Story [On Hold]

Chapter 6

Four days passed since we last spoke and he told me about accompanying him to the shopping. He seemed pretty busy in his work. We rarely crossed path. I didn't see him in the morning and I locked myself in my room when he came home in the evening-nights if I put it correctly. I was keeping my end of deal. Like a silent pact, I prepared the meal for two people-yes, despite my plans to starve him, call me stupid-and he polished off everything without a complain.

In the previous days, there wasn't any time when I had to see a curry bowl in the refrigerator and dump it in the trash the following morning. Samay made sure to finish everything I kept in the covered bowls without even asking me if I had prepared it for me too. Just like the bread pudding. I had made it for myself too, last night and he finished without even asking me.

Dude! You just parade in the kitchen and raid on my desert, which I prepare with so much devotion, without even asking me. Not happening!

I grimaced, finding the empty bowl in the sink. It was certainly my fault. I would've split the batter into seperate bowls or labelled the pudding with my name so that he got the message clear and loud that I didn't want to share it. Nevermind, I would keep that in the mind. Checking the clock, I made a face and found that I was running late. I crushed some ice and chopped the mint leaves with record speed. Quickly downing the mojito with a cheese bread, I gulped down it in a go.

Wiping my lips, I got the bag and car keys before storming out. I unlocked the door and his car arrived. Climbing down his SUV, he watched me in interest. "Are you going somewhere?"

"University." I chipped, sitting inside my car and lodging it on the street. I caught him staring at me from the rear-view mirror until he got smaller to the point of a dot and I took a turn to the left.

I parked my car in the parking lot and rushed to the staff room. The room was empty, pretty much everyone would be busy in giving lectures. I went through my schedule. My first lecture was in the final year. I picked the books and headed to the class. A smile cloaked over my face, hearing the noises of the students and they rustled into silence as I walked in.

"Good morning, class." I greeted, my books found their place on the desk. I smiled at them, resting my elbows on the top of the chair. "In last lecture, we read about the fluctuations in the IS-LM curve that reflects the choices of consumer. I had given you guys some reading material to supplement the notes. I assume most of you had the time to go through it. So, we'll move forward with the new model in today's class."

I took the chalk and drew a diagram on the board. As I finished explaining, students started making quick short notes and I sat on my chair, clamping my hands together. My eyebrows furrowed, catching a note in the desk. I opened it and smiled at the cheesy lines written in calligraphy. I scoured a stern eye around and caught none with suspicious activity.

Finding love notes wasn't something new to me, I used to hesitate a lot and stayed alert of the smallest movement around me but I felt that the kids were only doing fun. I wasn't the only one to get these notes. Vaibhav Jain in Department of English Literature also got a lot of them. He's quite famous among girls. I read some of his notes and laughed heartily that the students found him sexy because of his specs.

"I tell you if my wife comes to know about it, she'll stop me from coming here. She's too possessive of me." He had chuckled during lunch while folding the note and throwing it in the garbage. I had teased him, "Don't be so rude to the innocent feelings. At least, keep the note with you."

"Oh really? Why don't you keep your love notes with you and show them to your husband?" He had mocked back and my smile fell. I straightened up, shaking my head. "Even if I show him, I don't think it will make a difference to him."