ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

Inescapable Fate

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Slipping on his unsized khadi kurta and draping his dhoti hastenly, the bearded carl hurried with long strides to reach the darkened scullery of his small bothy.

Placing the lantern with a thud on the hardened slap, rolled his sleeves as if getting ready for a battle.

"La..la...la...
Hm...Mm...Mmm..."
Humming, placed two mud pots on fire that blaze from the dry wooden logs.
Pouring the liquid on each allowed to boil, and as the liquids where about to overflow lifting quickly kept them aside making few drops to lapse out, and blowed his red turned fingers.
Grabbing the box above added a pinch of saffron into the glass of white creamy liquid and stirred them turning into a golden yellow.
Adjusting the glass of golden milk and the bowl of oil on a plate, let out a breath of relief.
Grinned victoriously.

Strolling into his small room saw the beauty of his life. His lips curled in a beatific smile "Amar stri..."

The light pink tula saree being loosely draped to her body, hair unkempt, bangles clanking in a tune as her hands swirled the woolen thread into a ball, and he captivated the sight of his wife who laid on the bed in await of him.
And the smile on her hued face said it all that she had sensed his presence.

Reaching to his wife and placing the plate aside gaped her his eyeful.
Observing her, his hands gathered all her hair and tied them in a messy side bun. Bending down to her ears, the man whispered,
"Amar stri dekhate sundara..."
to which she shut her coy eyes and he smirked seeing his wife tremble even in this state.

Adjusting a pillow, made her sit and lean on the headrest comfortably.
Handing the golden milk to her, he sat at her feet with the brass bowl.
She gasped as he moved the saree up to her knees exposing her bare legs, she inturn held his hand that laid above her and shooked her head sideways.
"Samider strir pa chute nei.." (Husband should not touch his wife's legs.)
Passing a smile, dipped his fingers into the heated sticky mixture of coconut, mustard oil and smeared the hot liquid on her bare legs.
Though it was much against the practised customs she felt relief as her husband massaged her swollen legs and internally thanked her stars for giving such a husband. She felt blessed.

"Dudha katam hona chahiye..." he ordered, kneading her bare legs.
"Par..." she tried to utter and cutting her, he said "Solah saal ki ho gayi ho upar se maa bhi bane wali ho toh... koi nakre nahi chalegi."
"Par pina zaroori hai kya ji?" stomach being already full, she hesitatingly asked.
Glaring her, he sternly replied "Bahut zaroori hai. Maa ka yesa dudha pina bachon ke sehat ke liye acha hotha hai. Toh... pura dudha katam hona chahiye. Abi."
With no way of escape, gulping the liquid at once handed the empty glass to him, "Lo ji. Katam kar liya meine..."
Receiving it, neared her while she backed a little. Smiling at her, uped his fingers and wiped the white formed above her lips as she juddered under his touch.