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"You missed a spot," I said, watching him iron my dress, it's the third dress he's ironing, I couldn't get on the other two.
Zaran left an hour ago after making the worst meal to ever exist with Sahaj, it had salt, it had sugar, it had garam masala and it had soy sauce too. They said it was supposed to be a potato dish.
They spent 2 hours more in the pool until the water was boiling from the heat of the sun, now my husband is walking around the house with besan and dahi paste on his face.
He turned to me, his expression flat as he kept his hands on his waist, "Tum kar lo aakar." (Come and do it yourself.)
"Mat karo," I shrugged, "You were the one dying to take me with you." I remind him, "I'm still fine with not going anywhere with you." (Leave it.)
He turned back around, biting the inside of his cheek. He's been controlling himself from saying things to me, he would stare at me for a moment and then turn around, I've been noticing it for the past few hours.
I looked down at my leg, the plaster looked ugly and a little dirty too.
"I don't wanna go anymore," I said to him, turning away from the mirror.
"What happened now?" He asked, holding the dress up to see if it needed any more ironing or not.
The purple dress was too tight, the blue one was too long and no one could see my plaster and ask me about my injuries so I rejected it. The white one with cute little pink hearts is perfect.
It has inbuilt shorts and pockets.
"This looks ugly." I show the plaster to him, "It ruins my whole look." I added.
He blinked, "Aur jaao shaktimaan ban ne."
I'll be shaktiwomaan but whatever he likes.
He kept the iron aside and left the dress on the bed before walking into the bathroom. I peeked into the bathroom since he left the door wide open, I looked at him as he removed his t-shirt, hanging it on one of the cloth hangers before turning on the faucet.
He turned his face towards me and I immediately went back to my normal position, picking up a makeup brush as I applied nothing on my face, I continued to apply the invisible makeup for I don't know how long, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, only stopping until I was sure he wasn't going to comment now.
Sahaj came out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, his face freshly washed, the besan and dahi paste gone. He looked at me, then at the dress on the bed. "Wear it, I'll be back."
"Where are you going?" I asked as he wore a shirt and changed out of his shorts and into formal pants.
"Just around the corner, get ready now, I'm getting late, my assistant has already called me thrice." He replied, "Change your clothes."
