RAGHVI DRABBLES

MY HABIT

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Raghav growned at the sharp sunlight hitting his face and forcing him to wake up. Not that he had so much sleep last night. As he cursed his fate for being such a simp, he rubbed his eyes to wear out the sleepiness inside him. Opening his eyes he realised his surroundings as the retro music banged on his eardrums from the outside and the flashback of what lead him to this place came into picture.

It was Aai's birthday week and so his lovely wife wanted to spend sometime with her. Last evening when he got back home he almost had a mini-heart attack as soon as he saw her clothes packed in a suitcase. He tried remembering all the mistakes he might have made to piss her off into leaving the house but nothing clicked so he did what he had best learned from the experience of their 3 month old wedding. As soon as Pallavi walked out she saw Raghav standing beside her suitcase with his hands on his ears and she gave him a puzzled look.

"Kya hua?" she asked him as she kept the towel on the chair.

"Sorry." she heard him apologize, but for what.

"Are par sorry kisliye?" she asked him again, this veda manus of hers was super confusing at times.

"Woh toh tum mujhe batayega na ki maine kya galti kara jo tum itna raatko ghar chodhkar jaa raha hai." he spoke with a scared face. He was scared back then when they had just gotten married and he wasn't even aware that he was in love with her but now that he had figured it out, the fear had actually got multiplied a million times.

"kisne bola main ghar chhodkar jaa rahi hoon?" she asked in shock, was this man hallucinating again.

"Tumhara suitcase ne." he replied in reflex.

"Huh?"

"Arey mera matlab tumhara suitcase packed hai toh tum jaa raha hai aur tum ghar chodhke jaa raha hai toh maine hi kuch kara hoyega na." he scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeh kaisa logic hai aur itne se suitcase main mera saara samaan kaise ayega." she gave him an obvious you're delusional look.

"Are iss suitcase main tum fit ho jayega toh tumhara samaan bhi toh ayega na. Yeh faltu ka baat chhodo aur batao tum kidhar jaa raha hai aur kyun?" he asked folding his hands infront of his chest.

"Aai ka birthday week hai na, toh maine socha unko surpirse deti hoon aur thora time unke saath spend karti hoon. Aur waise bhi Amma woh apni womens association ke saath bahar gayi hai toh unke kaam ka bhi koi tension nahin hoga." she explained to him as she turned to the dresser to fix her look.

"Ek hafta ke liye jaa raha hai tum!" he asked in shock.

"Han abhi bataya toh. Aur tum toh aise keh rahe ho jaise ek hafta nahin, ek saal ke liye aa rahi hoon." she giggled as she picked out the matching eartops for her saree.

"Agar tum chala jayega toh Keerti woh bechara akela reh jayega na." he tried to make an excuse, in no hell he was allowing her to leave the house and specially him for a whole week.

" uski fiqar tum mat karo Raghav , woh koi bachchi nahin hai aur waise bhi aajakal woh bass office ke kaam main busy rehti hai."

"Aur ghar ka khana? Farhad ko toh tumhare haath ke khaane ka aadat ho gaya hai ." he tried his luck again.

"Woh maine housekeepers aur cook ko sab samjha diya hai. Sab manage ho jayega." she patted his cheek as she slipped through him to grab her purse.

"Aur main!" he finally said it.

"Tum kya?" she asked in confusion.

"Main tumhare bina kaise rahega socha tumne." he spoke in a soft voice.