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Warning: I wrote this a year back so do not expect what you have read in the last three stories over here. It is unedited and random. Not my best shot but it still has a part of my heart.
Happy Reading!
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Author's POV
"What the hell woman? It's been two years, and you still put jam on the wrong side of the bread," Amar yelled.
"I have said this to you a hundred times and for the 101st time, I am repeating this. Both sides of the bread appear the same to me. Next time if you have a complaint, apply it yourself," she said, putting the butter knife and plate on the table with a thud.
"The plate is costly. Don't break things for fun. Idiot," he said, taking a fresh piece of bread.
"Even the bread is costly, but you waste it by taking a fresh piece, right? Am I pointing it out?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Subah Subah mood kharab kar diya (You spoil my mood in the morning itself). I don't want to eat. I am leaving," he said, leaving the table in anger. She huffed and marched behind him towards their bedroom.
Swati Awasthi looked up from the book she was reading and shook her head, returning to what she was doing before. Her husband, Keshav Awasthi, looked at the way they went and smiled, remembering his time with his wife. He nudged his woman and muttered, "Kya kha ke paida kiya hai apne ladle ko (What did you have before giving birth to your lovely son?")
"Aap hi ne Korma banaya tha apne haathon se (You made a special Korma for me)" she said, raising her brow and they laughed.
In the room, Anna sat on her bed right in front of Amar with an angry expression on her face. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes while wearing his socks. No words were exchanged between them. After wearing his shoes, he stood up and searched for his wallet. Blinded by irritation, people usually mess up the easiest of things. He paced around the room looking for it but was unable to locate it.
She controlled her smile seeing his frustration and made a stern face. Exhausted, he sat by her side. She quietly got up and picked up the brown accessory from the dressing table, keeping it on the bed where he sat.
"Golgappe or ice cream?" he asked.
"Bread Jam," she replied with a sarcastic smile.
"Sarcasm always stays on your tongue. Start eating the sweet stuff, my dear."
"I can say the same. Anger always stays on your nose," she said and was about to step out of the room when he held her hand. She looked at him and he wordlessly pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead, making her sigh in bliss. This was how they started their day.
