LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

☆ || H e a r t f e l t || ☆

"Heart is less not heartless."

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A A R N A

This furniture, this lavish room, this Home doesn't feel like one without him. I know he's arrogant. But anything for him. Until I have patience.

He said he wouldn't come tonight, so I slept on the sofa reading my feminist literature.

I thought he'd be home the next morning, but he didn't, and it's been almost night since he hasn't been home. I wonder if the shootings take all of his time.

After a long gap, Ma has returned to her work in New Delhi, and Papa has accompanied her. About reception, I called it off because I don't think there's any use in celebrating something he isn't glad for. After so much insistence, she decided to go back to work. It's been almost six months.

What should I do? Should I call him and ask when he'd return? But what if he doesn't reply? Argh, atleast try Aarna. It takes nothing except your time.

I go through my contact list and dial him.
He received it after a ring. So quick.

"Uhm. Hello."
I breathed, trying to sound normal.

"Yes, any problem. How may I help you?" He speaks in a professional tone. That sounds utterly hot. Shut up.

Yeah, he doesn't have my number saved, I asked for his number from Ma this morning.

"It's me, Aarna." Your wife.

Silence spreads on his side but then I decide to end it. "When will you return home?"

He replies after a minute.
"I'll be there in an hour. Get dinner ready."

With that, he keeps the call.

Dinner? Did I hear him correctly?
What should I cook for dinner? What would he like to eat? I don't know.

I should ask Alara. Ma must be busy, I shouldn't disturb her.

"Hey, Alara. How're you?"

"As usual great because your husband is not eating my head."

I feel bad that because of me both of them have been distant after bachelorette.
"And oh yes, hii, love." She greets.

"I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour."

"Don't be formal. Call me anytime, never hesitate." She's sweet too.

"I wanted to ask what does he like to eat for dinner?"

She replies after a pause.
"Who? Your arrogant husband. I guess, grass." And then chuckles.

"Yeah, I remember he just ate the salad on our date."

She sighs, "He's boring. Okay, cook anything. He'll eat. Just make it healthy and prevent cheese, He hates it."

"Oh, okay."

"Have a good night, Aarna."

"You too."

I run through the kitchen and I don't know what I should cook. Yeah, because the biggest blunder I nearly know is just making fries and normal Indian food.

I want to cry now. Because Papa and bhaiya never let me cook. They used to do it for me. And then after that, we had a cook; I used to cook sometimes, which Dadu used to eat with nose closed.

Yeah, I'm a terrible cook.

I feel drowsy. I should have let Martha cook when she said she'd do it and I answered I'll manage. I'm totally blank right now.