Have you ever imagined the story of an ideal husband?
Here it is - The story of a young husband who had surrendered all of his being to detach his wife from the evils of the society. He was not hesitant to surrender every inch of his well-being for...
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CHAPTER TWO
"Oh horror. Durga save me!" These were Kumudini's words when she was completing the work that her husband had assigned her.
The work was to rewrite each spelling that she had wronged the last time, seventy five times.
This was a herculean task. Because the number of words that she had spelled wrong the last time were not less than thirty.
'What a grumpy husband have I got!' She thought. He had forbidden her from doing any household chores. And for her sanity, he had appointed two new househelps who would carry out her share of work. Once she had dared to enter the kitchen, disobeying him and he did not speak with her for two long days, despite her trying to console him. But he wouldn't give up. Only when she did not eat on the third day, he hugged her to a settlement.
She dare not repeat that. Those two days were more like torture. Moreover, he had later lectured her because she had missed her meals and fell seriously ill the next day.
No one in the family would argue with him - not even his parents. His younger brothers and sisters obeyed him just like they would do to their father. However, he is affectionate. The entire household and its establishment cost was shouldered by him. He took care of both his Barristry as well as his father's Zamindari, on account of the latter's prolonged absence owing to illness. How old was he? Oh, only twenty eight yet the patriarch of the large family. What a capable man!
But he was grumpy. Undoubtedly.
"How much have you completed?" At night, when Prithwish entered the room, he asked. She was seated on the bed with her study materials scattered all around and her head deep buried into her notebook.
Kumud didn't provide a verbal response. Instead, she looked up and glanced at him once with glaring eyes.
"Oh, I understood," he smiled. "You are indeed angry today. It's healthy to be angry sometimes, though."
"Why? Did anyone tell you anything?" She asked.
"About what?"
"...about me being angry?"
"Oh yes. Rakhal told me that his Boro-Bou Didimoni is in a dangerous mood today. So I came prepared."
He kept the law coat neatly in the almirah, freshened up in the washroom and changed into his white cotton kurta-pajamas.
"What has happened?" He kept his hand lovingly on her head, caressing her head gently, as he sat down beside her on the bed.
"Meena's husband took her out for a bioscope today. It has been only three months that we have been married and she has already watched four bioscopes." Kumudini broke down into sobs. "We have been married for three years now, but I haven't watched even a single bioscope with you. What don't you take me out to spend some time in seclusion?"
