Middle Class Love #Wattys2015

Mood Swings : Nikki Style

D.D.

I just want to confront that idiotic husband of mine TODAY. Why the hell did he have to turn me on and strip me right in front of my dad? If he really cared about private moments, the least he could have done was lock the kitchen door! Although dad pretends that nothing actually happened that night, I feel embarrassed. He saw us and that too...in that position!! Eghhhhhh.. I will never forgive Rosh for this one.

And so, I went home with the crappiest mood I could afford to put on. My knight in shining armor opened the door and expected me to crash into his arms and smother him with a billion 'sweeeeeet' kisses. I was in the mood to kill him. "Rosh" I asked him sweetly "Can I castrate you and put your wiener in a formaldehyde jar?". His eyes widened. He was too shocked to speak. "Learn to control your goddamned libido, okay!". He turned his palms up in resignation. "You know something, you are the only husband on earth who lovingly molests his wife and makes passes at her everyday." He frowned "Molest? Make passes? Nikki, what's wrong?". I pointed to him and said "You'. His frown deepened.

"So, you think you can run on that treadmill, lift ten thousand weights and chisel your body so I'd drop my modesty on seeing you..and that too in front of my dad?". He was slowly beginning to understand me "Nikki, that was a bloody mistake, okay . I wish I had locked the door. How was I to know that your dad would pop up at that time?". I was angry but he was perfectly calm. (I will kill you, Reader, if you tell me that opposites attract). I grabbed him by the collar, to my dismay he put his arms around my waist. I shoved him away and said "C'mon honey. Let's do two things, okay... 1. Prepare a timetable for our 'make-out' sessions and hang it on the wall of our parents' bedroom. So they'd know when to come and when not to. 2. Now that we've given my dad a demo of how animal we could get, lets make out on the street in front of your parents' house. Invite that creep of your brother also and ask them to wear 3D glasses, okay?

I thought he'd look guilty at least. But that idiot smiled and raised his eyebrows. His voice got huskier as he opened his mouth to speak. "Ahhh, my wife has got such grand plans. What can a man do but comply? Doesn't one need adventure in life?". He took a few steps towards me. Following my instinct, I threw my heavy handbag at his face. It hit him on the chest. He placed the bag calmly on the sofa and rubbed his chest. Suddenly, he looked me in the eye and sang "Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You". I snapped back yelling "Replace 'love' with 'lust'. " The singing stopped. His gaze just grew intense. "Roshan, stop trying to seduce me with your eyes. I will pick up that kitchen knife and strip you of your cherished manhood." He laughed. In between laughs he whispered "Even if you did that, I'd still want you. I am not kidding"

I was unfazed by this presumably disarming confession of love. I loved him undoubtedly but hated how careless he was. "Screw your male ego" was all I could say before leaving for the bedroom. I allowed myself the luxury of a shower and stepped out of it feeling absolutely restored to life. If that idiot just wouldn't take me seriously, my threat would not be an empty one. There was a collage of little post-it notes on the mirror of my dressing table. He stuck them there. 'Nikki, I love you. It was embarrassing what happened on Saturday. It killed me as well. I know you're angry and I just didn't want to make things worse by reacting violently. I am taking you very ,very seriously. Our marriage would be dead without you.'. So, he cared.

Presuming that nobody else was in the bedroom I said loudly "I take back a lot of those unseemly adjectives I used on you." His voice came softly from behind me "I am prepared if you must call me more. I am coming to realize that I have been taking you for granted, Nikki.". I turned around to see him looking sorrowfully at me. "Nikki, I don't want to touch you without your permission. As much as your body is supposedly mine, you always have a right over it. I am sorry to have used you."

I could see that he meant it. Rosh never apologized, not even to his dad when he once got angry and swore at the latter for no reason. "Rosh" I whispered, cupping his face in my hands "I love you". He looked sad, genuinely moved by my accusations. "Nikki??" He asked softly "Can I hug you?".

I didn't wait to say 'yes', I just threw my arms around his neck and gave him the tightest hug I could. He never let go.

Lots of Love

M.L.R.