The Bandana Lovers

Will the Angels Grace Them?

( New Readers please read from start to not get confused in the story later)

(Dreams, inner thoughts, flashbacks will be in bold italics)

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"Your Majesty, here is your breakfast" Pete said with the weight of thousands of rocks on his chest. It was a given fact that the one who brings the partner home is naturally the power holder in a marriage. Despite being a man Pete was naturally considered to submit to Vegas with him being the power holder in this marriage . Hence the tribal people were making him do the normal gestures to his husband out of which one was to serve morning tea to him. Each second was heavy for Pete because everytime he addressed Vegas as majesty , he was pulled back to a bundle of memories which he wanted to erase. On the other hand Vegas was very proudly enjoying this helplessness of Pete. He usually never liked any childish play before but with Pete he even liked his smallest troubles hence he decided to stretch it further.

"Khun Silaph" Vegas said, addressing the senior lady of the tribe.

"Yes Khun Vegas?"
"Will it be too much if I present my wish to eat something cooked by the new member of my life?"

Pete looked at him and Vegas could hear the internal curses.

"Sure, why would you ask that? It's your right Khun Vegas. I am sure Khun Pete will be dedicated to serve you."

"Sure , but I am afraid if he even knows how to cook"

"Oh I am sure he knows khun. Despite being a man, he decided to marry and leave his home for you, then I am sure he has learned the home skills." Silaph said and instead of feeling guilty Vegas felt happy for the upcoming humiliation Pete was going to face.

"Can I demand something specific?"
Vegas said, looking at Pete waiting for an answer.

"Yes, your majesty" Pete literally wanted to punch Vegas but he kept quiet for the love of people and respect of his father in law.

"Then bring me rice and some really special kind of broth."

Silaph took Pete to the cooking area and left him in front of all kinds of vegetables,meat and spices. Pete knew some basic cooking that he used to do in forest campaigns but he was not an expert in any specific dish. Silaph came back and saw Pete jumbling through the materials not being able to figure out what to cook for his husband.

"Are you confused?"
"I know how to cook but I am not an expert. Also I don't know what he likes." Pete's voice had a hint of disinterest.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you prepare it with your heart it will be tasty. Have you ever cooked for anyone before?"

The question again took Pete back to his past where he used to sometimes prepare a special sunflower broth  for that young man who used to be his majesty that time. Who used to love it and shower Pete with praises. Pete could only scoff at the irony of his life. A majesty from past who never came back to him and a majesty in present who is keeping him forcefully. In none of the case Pete is adored or loved by anyone. None of them cared or care about his feelings, his life , his wishes. At the end Pete was still submitting to someone to whom he never mattered.

"Are you lost in thoughts?" Silaph asked.
"umm, no I was trying to remember the process of a sunflower broth I use to make sometimes. Maybe I can prepare that."

"Oh, this really sounds good. I will pluck some for you, meanwhile you can prepare the spices. And also put some rice to cook in the pot."

Pete started preparing food. He did get notions of putting some chillies or something that could make Vegas go barmy but he shed those ideas because he didn't want to create a ruckus among the common people. These small efforts as revenge could never be justified for the pain he got from Vegas. And moreover his heart didn't allow him to stoop to that level. The values he got from Dominica and his father remain deep rooted in him to forbid these kinds of unethical acts.