Tiptoeing towards love

9

Kanimozhi

I offer to help mama in the kitchen but he strictly prohibited me from entering the zone by his intense glare and hence I settled with the idea of watching television in the lounge.

Nothing is captivating on the television and tired of skipping every channel, hoping to find some interesting content, I eventually resort to viewing the dramatical serials.

It was so boring!

But thankfully, mama brings me food and my whole interest tumbles on the delicious ghee Dosa and coconut chutney. Grinning up at mama who tries hard to hide his smile behind the rough exterior, I dig in the food right away.

My mama is so sweet!

He is furious with me but still cares for me by cooking all my favorite foods. I feel extremely bad for tormenting him mentally for the past two days...

However, that was necessary! Only then would I be able to bring him the happiness that he is missing out on in his life.

Post the dinner, I refresh and change into a more comfortable dress, that is, my yellow night dress and climb the stairs sneakily to get to mama's room.

Mama is in his study room, where he usually does some paperwork and messes with his laptops.

Upon attaining mama's room, I take up the right side of the bed and pull the duvet up to my neck, preparing myself for the scene mama would create sooner or later,

Post a few minutes,

"Mozhi! Why the hell are you slumbering in my room?" I open my eyes and feign fake drowsiness in my face as I watch his exasperated form standing at my side.

"It is not your room anymore mama.  It is our room..." I say steadily and  emphasize the word 'our'. Mama hisses with a sickening expression on his face.

"Mozhi, you are my niece. I cannot see you as my wife. Get this in your fucking head!" I stay calm, unsurprised by his reaction. I expected this.

"I don't care about how you see me, mama. You are my mama and my husband and I'm entitled to sleep in the same bed as you," I say determinedly which earns a groan from mama.

"Mozhi...don't test my patience," he utters as he glances at me bitterly. "To trigger you was not my intention mama. We are only going to sleep together in this bed and I see no harm being caused to you by doing it so," I answer nonchalantly.

"Don't try to act smart Mozhi," He throws at me a condescending look.

"Seems like you misunderstood my motive mama. I just wanted to be in the same room as my husband..." Mama runs his hands through his hair in frustration and curses something under his breath that I cannot quite understand clearly.

"And mama...If you're worrying that I intend on doing some first-nighty things, then you are absolutely mistaken mama! I'm only 18 and I don't plan on becoming pregnant at this age. I prefer 21 or 23 to be the fine age to conceive a baby..." I drag, watching my mama become stiffened.

"You.." he opens and closes his mouth and then puts his palm to his forehead, taking in a deep breath as he prepares himself to reply to me.

"Mozhi..." He calls softly.

"...get out before I throw you out," he says in a delicate tone but I stubbornly sit on the bed.

"What's your problem mama? Why can't you let your wife simply sleep beside you? You can trust me, mama. Don't be scared, I won't touch you..." I nod promisingly towards him and having had enough of me, he swiftly picks me up from the bed and hurls me on his shoulder effortlessly.

"No! Leave me, mama!" He doesn't listen. Rather, starts to stroll out of the room with me dangling on his shoulder and protesting violently to be let free.

"This is so unfair mama. Is it a sin to wanting to sleep in the same bed as your life partner?" I cry out as he steps down the stairs, not minding my ranting.

Huffing at his unforgiving manner, I numbly, like a doll, stay on his shoulder. But when he enters my room and tries to lower me on the bed, I lock my hands on the back of his neck and legs on his torso, clinging to him so tightly that he struggles to separate himself from me.

"Mozhi!" I don't speak a word. Instead, put my head on his shoulder and clutch him as rigidly as I could.

"Mozhi, leave," I shake my head, hugging him more tighter.

He attempts his best to get rid of me but after being defeated a couple of times, mama heaves out a breath and suddenly begins to tickle my waist which provokes a loud burst of laughter to flow out of me and I involuntarily squirm due to the ticklish feeling...

Yet I strive hard to hold onto my mama but I lose it when he continues to tickle me and I fall back on my bed, unable to control the laughter.

Mama has halted tickling me long back but I'm so ticklish that the tingly sensation is still there on my body and is propelling me to laugh without a full stop.

I eventually pause laughing and by then, my breathing is heavy and my eyes produce a drop of happy tears as a result of laughing profusely.

"Good night Mozhi ma," still lying on the bed, I look towards my mama who has a relaxed expression on his countenance as he scrutinizes me.

"Good night mama..." I say gently and enticingly watch him walk away from the room...

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