Silent whispers of love

~Chapter Nine~

why don't you hire a maid for all of this? I'm sure doctors do make atleast that much money...', Abhishek said lifting up the huge bucket of clothes, which were yet to go in the washing machine. He did actually come to help me.

'you shouldn't be sure about this, abhi.' I looked at him intently, 'my salary is almost used up in buying everyday requirements.'
I pointed the bottle of cloth-wash at him, 'and I do have a maid right now.' A handsome one, my inner self recited

'And I do have an extra assistant', he pointed back, smiling defiantly.

My stomach churned in edginess; his smile...that does something to me.

'separate the white ones before you put all the clothes in. And come upstairs once you are done.' I said gathering the empty buckets, and shrugged off all the rubbish thoughts entertaining my mind.

We were done with all the work in almost an hour. After having lunch with me, abhi was leaving for his house.

'I think I'll call you later tonight. I still have some questions to ask you regarding the proposal.' He said putting on his shoes.

'okay', I said shortly, waving him bye.

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It was almost 9:30 at night, and I had no missed calls. I usually go to bed at around ten because if I don't get at least eight hours of sleep, I may function at the capacity of a zombie next day.

I walk to the bathroom sink to wash my face before going to bed, and I take my phone with me.
For somewhat reason, I've carried it with me all time since abhi left after lunchtime today and told me he'd call later. I should have clarified what tonight meant.

To Abhishek, tonight could mean 12:00

To me, it could mean 9:00.

We probably have two completely different definitions for what morning and night mean. He's a successful editor who gets home to Unwind after midnight, and I'm in my scrubs by seven in the morning.

My phone makes a noise, but it isn't a ringtone. It's making a noise like someone is trying to Video call me.

Please don't be Abhi.

I am not prepared for a video call; I just put a face scrub on. I look at the phone and sure enough, it's him.

I answer it and quickly flip the phone around so that he can't see me. I leave it on my sink and speed up the cleansing, 'you told you would call me, this is a video chat.'

I hear him laugh, 'I can't see you.'

'yeah, because I'm washing my face and getting ready for bed. You don't need to see me.'

'yes I do, kanika.'

I flip the phone around and hold it up with an I told you so expression. My wet hair are still wrapped in a towel, I'm wearing a night dress my grandmother probably used to own, and my face is still covered in green foam.

'This was definitely worth the decision to video-call', he says passing me a fluid smile.
He's sitting up in bed, wearing a white t-shirt, leaning against a black wooden headboard.

I set the phone back down, facing me this time, and finish rinsing my face. 'what was it that you wanted to ask?'

'nothing really.', he says, but he's not very convincing with the way his voice drops on the word nothing.