Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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"What the hell are you wearing?"
Sana is so stroked that she literally loses her footing, stumbling on the plain floor. I help her stand upright. I don't actually have an answer to give her but I know why am I wearing this.
In my four years, I have always stuck to wearing jeans and a kurta or on the days I am feeling too professional, I would opt for trousers pants and a shirt. But today, because my husband challenged me I don't own even a single traditional attire that was suitable for office.
"Sana just messaged about traditional Friday." I had recited her message while lying in bed with Kabir.
"Why is she messaging you about that?"
"What do you mean?" His tone had gotten my full attention. All my sleep draining away.
"You never participate. I doubt you even own one."
"You don't too."
"But I am the boss, it's for the employees. A way for them to feel at home."
"I had worn that saree," I claim. He only smirks pulling me to his chest, preparing for sleep.
"Baby, it's okay. Let's sleep."
"You think I don't own any Indian attire?"
"You wore torn jeans and a kurti on our marriage. I was at least in formal."
"Kurti is traditional." I was fighting at this point.
"Yes. Okay, let's sleep now."
It's a chided taunt, he still doesn't believe that I have traditional clothes. If my husband thinks that way, let him get the biggest shock of his life.
I had been skipping traditional Fridays religiously since I started here. Wearing Indian attires always reminded me of home, so I never budged. But today, my dear husband is in for a shock.
It was a reminder, a haughty taunt—compelling me to accept their rules and their beliefs. It's something I consciously avoided like a plague because it suffocates me. Drags me back to the deep end, one where the winds are too gushy and strong and have the power to overpower me, very easily.
