Tangled ✓

Missing

~~Advika~~

Finally, the doctor declared for my discharge in the evening and I’m changing myself into my casuals. Not that I’m feeling any changes in my body but I’m feeling dizzy. All I need now is a warm water shower and a cosy bed to sink deep into it. As soon as the word bed hit my mind a marvellous realisation dawned on me. 

I don’t even have a bed at home!!!!

All I have is a couch!! I groaned out loud. 

Advika! You better drop that idea of having a peaceful sleep.

Feeling pity for myself, I walked out of the bathroom of this hospital room only to notice two persons in the room, staring at each other, intently. No. Scratch it. Glaring at each other. It’s none other than Jaiveer and Harsh. I don’t even remember both of them exchanging a word. Then what made them stand at odds? But looking at them the only though that came into mind right at that moment is ‘Men will be men’

I don’t know why though.

Feeling my presence, Harsh finally lost in his glaring contest and walked towards me. Grabbing my shoulders, he gently asked, “How are you feeling?”

“A bit dizzy.”

He nodded, “Let’s go home.”

“I will take my wife home.” Jaiveer’s voice followed immediately. 

As soon as the word wife hit my ears, a sharp pain shot through my heart and my brain at the same time.

“Wife, bring me coffee.”

“Wife, is dinner ready?”

“Wife, do my clothes.”

“Wife, I'm tired. Give me a massage.”

Enough! My patience levels crossed the boundaries. I grabbed the nearest thing to my hand and aimed it at his head. It hit him exactly on his forehead and he yelped in pain. 

“Wife!! You’re killing me.” He screamed out loud enough to wake our neighbours.

I scowled, "Viraj!! It's just a book." 

He pouted, "Do you know how hard it hit me?"

Obviously melting at his pout, I moved closer to him. Pulling his hand from his forehead, I slowly started rubbing the spot where he hurt.

"Why did you hit me?" He asked.

"Why are you irritating me?"

He gasped, "How am I even irritating you?"

I smacked his head, "What is with suddenly calling me wife and ordering me?"

Looking up at me from his spot at the edge of the bed, he smiled cheekily, "You're my wife now."

I chuckled, "I know."

"I want to savour this feeling. Calling you wife and ordering you."

I shook my head, "You're crazy."

Wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulled me closer to him, "Crazy for you."

I just chuckled.

"Do you like it?" 

"What?"

"Calling you wife?" He asked with exciting eyes.

"It… just. Feels new."

"It has to. Because whatever might be the sweet endearment I use to call you, anyone can use them. But calling you as 'wife' is only reserved to me."