"How long is it going to take?"An impatient growl, travelled into the room from outside.
Radhika sighed. Dear, lord, help me in getting rid of this impossible man.
"I can't reach the zipper of the dress."She yelled finally, giving up, all her hair f...
He moved back after muttering those scandalous words into her ears, unknotting the Saree from his hand, he slid it around her shoulders, all the while staring deep into her eyes, he moved back and sauntered away. Dazed, Radhika set the Saree right taking in a minute and trailed after him. He again slid onto the Sofa chair and pointed his eyes towards her, for her to take a seat opposite him.
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She ignored the look with a shrug.
"I'm going home." She declared in the silence.
He leaned forward, took hold of the newspaper and leaned back. His eyes slid over the sentences with quite an interest.
"Your parents aren't home." He stated, his voice all practical now and his face clear of any mirth or even a smile. Except it was replaced with an air of passive disinterest.
Radhika blinked, how did he know that?
"What?"
He folded the newspaper. His eyes were still on it rather than on her.
"You stay here for the night." He decided in a drawly tone.
What? Come again? Since when did he take over her decisions? She gaped now at his too cool an attitude.
"You must be crazy." She whispered, shaking her head a little.
His head jerked up and his eyes narrowed at her tone, but he stayed silent and went back to his newspaper.
Radhika folded her hands under her chest. So, it was like that. He would order around and expect her to be ordered around in meek silence. That wasn't going to happen. If he was expecting her to live like that? Well, then he was in for a whole lot of a painful ride in this so-called marriage journey.
"I'm leaving." She declared more firmly than before now.
He didn't raise his head, nor did his eyes lock with hers in narrowed, blistering anger.
"Feel free." He muttered.
I will, Radhika thought, tilting her chin in the air, and turning around. She walked all the way out of the hall and reached the front door. She turned the gleaming steel handle, but it didn't budge. Radhika jerked it hard with both of her hands now. Still, it didn't turn. She frowned. Was it locked from the outside? But how?
Her frowning eyes strayed to the side. Her forehead cleared. A rectangular security code box of an electronic device was carved on the wall. Oh, right. Radhika moved towards it and bit her lower lip, completely derided by it. Now what?
Well, it doesn't hurt to try, she thought. Her fingers moved over the numbers. After a while of thinking, she shook off the uncertain thoughts from her mind and punched in a random four number on the blue-lit keys. It started buzzing.
"Wrong Code number." A robotic tone of a male voice made her jump.
After two more tries, it showed on the narrow screen.
