Her Love Vs His Hate

17|My wife?

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To be honest it was not at all easy for her to do whether he said to her.Though she tried it seemed so difficult for her.

Thinking about doing a particular work is different and doing it is another big task and she realised that while cooking.

She was slightly relieved that Karan agreed to her as she didn't follow whatever he said.

But she promised herself to do everything properly the next day.And handling the Saree was her top most difficult task.

She still managed to wash the dishes though Rakhi told her not to do any work.But Preeta wanted to show that she can do it.But she changed her dress to wash the clothes that Rakhi stopped and scolded her.

"Ye kya kya kar rahi ho haa? Tum ye bilkul nahi karogi abb..Jao jake rest karo subhe se thik se baithi bhi nahi ho.Ek hi sab kaam karte hai kya? Jao"Preeta couldn't argue and simply walked towards her room and started to see the recipes .

"God..why cooking and doing house chores is so difficult"She pouted laying on the bed and selected a few recipes which were easy to prepare.

After deciding she tried a new recipe and  smiled when she felt satisfied with the taste.She would tell Karan that she prepared a kheer.

And just like that her day passed and Preeta literally felt tired as hell.She cleaned his room and it literally took her three hours to arrange everything back.

And when the clock turned seven, she felt like crying.She didn't have any energy left in her to prepare dinner.

"I can't"She whined lying on the bed and shook her head.

But she sat with a jerk realising she didn't do the breakfast properly and she knew he wouldn't listen if she says she would do tomorrow.

He had said she should prepare their favourite for dinner.She asked Rakhi about her favourite dish that Rakhi said anything was fine with her for dinner.

Preeta was thankful and decided to prepare rice and dal, which she too loved to have.Beacuse of lack of sleep she felt so sleepy and literally struggled to prepare the dinner.

She prepared it again watching a video and the time she was done, Karan entered the home causing her to huff and switch off the gas.

The moment she looked at him, the only thing she wanted to do was to throw herself in his arms and sleep without any  worry.She was too tired to smile even.

But she managed to look at him with those love filled eyes, and walked towards him.

"I have prepared dinner"She informed him with an excitement that he frowned at her and walked past after removing his shoes.

Preeta flared her nose and walked behind him to his room.

"Karan"She called him but he ignored her calls and took his clothes to change before walking inside the washroom.

She sat on the bed waiting for him to come and pressed her lips nervously.

He came back after twenty minutes and Preeta stood up to reach him.

"I think, abb meine accha banaya hai.Aao let's have dinner"She held his hand but Karan jerked it back.

"Tum jao..mein aa jaunga"He replied dryly that Preeta frowned.