Arranged in love

27. Mere thought of separation!

Abir was sitting on the bed in his room just then he heard the sound of door opening and Mishti entered inside. She was holding a tiffin in her hands.

Abir (amazed)- Isme kya hai??

Mishti (smilingly)- Porridge.

Abir (confused)- Aur??

Mishti (shutting the door)- Bas yahi. Tumhare liye itna hi.

Abir (scrunching up his nose)- Par Mishti, tumhe pata hai nah ki mai heavy breakfast karna pasand karta hoon. Mera parantha kahan hai??

Mishti (with squinting eyes)- Pehle tum thik ho jao uske baad tumhe parantha milega.

Mishti could see his swollen eyelids and slightly trembling hands. He was trying to show that he was alright now but he wasn't. He was still so weak and timid. Mishti spreads a sheet on the table and placed the tiffin box on it and sat beside him on the bed. Abir was hungry as he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. He quickly grabbed the box to open it but it was too hot that he burnt his fingers.

Abir (in pain)- Aaah! It's too hot!

Mishti quickly grabbed his hand and started blowing on his fingers.

Mishti (scolding)- Abir, mai khol rahi thi nah? Tumhe itni kya jaldi thi.

She quickly rushed towards his suitcase and started searching for first aid kit.

Mishti (searching)- First aid kit kahan hai?? Maine yahin rakha tha.

Abir (blowing on his fingers)- Aage wali pocket mein hai.

Mishti got the kit and she took a lotion from it and rushed towards Abir.

Mishti (hurriedly)- Abir, haath dikhao.

Abir did as told and Mishti started applying lotion on his fingers.

Mishti (while applying lotion)- Kitne careless ho! Itne bade bante ho par thoda sa bhi patience nahi hai tumhare andar! Bacche ho kya??

Abir remembered how he used to call her bacchi all the time and now she was calling him baccha. He was amazed to see how time flies and he was thankful for the moment when she stepped in his life. He chuckled idiotically in her front to remember those beautiful memories.

Mishti (looking at him)- Ab has kyu rahe ho?? Hasne wali baat hai yeh??

Abir (coming out of his thoughts)- Huh? Nahi. Sorry.

Mishti sighed and when she was done applying lotion, she put it on the table and opened the tiffin box. She grabbed a spoon and she brought the spoonful of Porridge to his lips. He was hesitant as she never fed him.

Mishti (sternly)- Muh kholo.

Abir hesitantly opened his mouth and Mishti fed him. He put on a smile and his cheeks became red. Although, they were husband and wife but these small levels of intimacy were driving him crazy. Someone loved him so passionately after a long time. Each time, Mishti fed him....he felt more and more love arising in his heart for her. He was appreciating her secretly.

Mishti (smilingly)- Finished. Dekha ajeeb Rajvansh......Waise toh tumhe yeh sab khana pasand nahi par itni jaldi khatam kar diya tumne.

Abir (still lost on his thoughts)- Hmm!

Mishti (with squinting eyes)- Kya hmmm?? Tumhe pasand aaya??

Abir (smiling)- Haan. Thik thak tha.

Mishti (rolling her eyes)- Thik thak?? Tumhe achha nahi laga kya??

Abir (teasingly)- Tum toh aise puchh rahi ho jaise tumne banaya hoga.