This Time, Her Turn [Completed]

Chapter 27

Back home, cooking in the kitchen, he told her about the one week plan Abhay told on their last phone call.

"When did you talk?" How ignorant could she be!

"In the afternoon. After lunch," he answered. He gave her a side eye for her unreasonable agitation.

"Just the two of you?"

"Hm."

"Fine then, I'll come too."

Ramit once again gave her the side eye. He could not help it. Just what went on in her mind? "Come on... You will feel out of place..."

"You think I care?"

"Look, you won't, but we will."

Oh boy was her husband getting bold in front of her? He did not beat around the bush. How cute! "Then ask him to call his girlfriend too."

Ramit covered his eyes. "Are you serious? Isn't it good to avoid any journey now?"

"I'm dead serious. Tell him that the journey has to be smooth."

He sighed and messaged Abhay, as Geetha looked into the screen. At one point, she even changed a few words as he messaged. Abhay replied, 'Oh! A double date then! Wish me luck, baby. I'm finally going to ask her to spend a whole week with me!'

Ramit sighed again and chuckled. 'All the best.' He had a feeling Abhay and Deepali would end up together. Their relationship was consistent with only incremental progress and yet Abhay was still persistent.

Geetha raised her head from his phone and said, "It's settled then. We're four going or nothing."

Just who did she think she was! But all he did was scoff and off the stove. Tomorrow he had to ask their maid who cleaned the house if she could also cook for them or find a cook. Geetha's tummy was getting heavier but she kicked him out of the kitchen every morning and not a single time was he able to wake up earlier than her and start cooking.

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The next day went uneventfully until the afternoon when something caught Geetha's eye. amid the papers that lay in every possible orientation on Ramit's table, she found a navy blue bottle. She looked at the pen-stand on the side. "You had one ink pen and it's with me. Now you are using ballpoint pens. Why is this thing on the table? Stuff it in the draw or throw it away." When she picked the glass bottle up, she heard the wheels of his chair roll away from her.

He stood, leaned over the table, and caught her hand. "Get out."

She paused for a moment and scolded her stupid mouth. Realising it wasn't the fault of her mouth, she scolded her stupid brain. Why did she always speak without thinking when around him? "Sorry." She released the bottle. "When we go home I'll return your pen." She gave him a smile.

He released her hand. "Get lost. I'll ask someone to move your desk out of here."

She looked at him with horror. "I can't sit in that jungle! There isn't a single regular polygon there!" Nothing could persuade her in this matter. The walls outside, the ceiling, and the cubicles were all nauseating.

Ramit's eyes softened. This was a side of her he had always adored. She was particular about the weirdest things. He sat down in his chair and stored the ink bottle away. "Then don't talk about that pen again."

She pursed her lips. "I'm sorry. Were you really using it all this time?" she asked out of curiosity.

"Get lost!" So what if he did? He did not use it all the time but he used it to sign every important document.