Can you guys please not finish the target until next Friday 😆
***Yashoda***
"You need to stop distracting me with your good looks; I have work to do, you know," the general said to himself as he looked in the mirror after combing his hair.
He is cute!
I smiled and placed a cup of tea on the dressing table.
"Thank you, my love," he said and continued adjusting his uniform.
I stood there, wanting to say something but hesitated.
"Anything you would like to say, Yashu?" the general asked, noticing it.
"I..." I hesitated, "I really don't remember ever seeing those attackers in my village."
"Oh, they are not from your village," the general replied casually. "I lied to mess with your mind, which is a strategy we use in..." he paused when he noticed my expression change from nervousness to anger.
"Interrogation..." his voice lowered, and his pace slowed down, "although... in retrospect... not a great idea to use it on one's wife..."
"Stupid Kheera," I whispered in anger and walked away.
"Yashu... Yashu... wait..." he followed me, but I did not listen.
How dare he traumatize me? Based on a lie!?
I will show him how unacceptable this is... but am I allowed to call him stupid Kheera though... never mind... he didn't care anyway...
"Yashu, please..." the general continued to follow me into the kitchen.
"Alright, how many jalebis to calm you down?" he asked, holding my hand.
"Zero," I replied angrily.
"Logically, that could be interpreted as you would calm down even without me making jalebis," he said, and I glared at him.
"But who cares about logic when the wife is angry," he quickly added.
I rolled my eyes and turned away. He pulled me into his embrace.
"Even the greatest sinner needs to be given a chance if he wishes to redeem himself," he said, looking into my eyes.
"Is it? Then why not let all the prisoners out," I said sarcastically but immediately regretted it.
I am pushing too far.
"I would have perhaps," the general chuckled, "if I was married to them."
He did not get offended!?
Mayil was right!
You only know what the actual limit is when you push past your perceived limit, and the safest way to push past the perceived limit is when the husband makes a mistake, and you have an upper hand.
God, I sound like a criminal!
"Tell me," the general slightly pulled me closer to get my attention, "what does it take to calm the ferocious tiger?"
I thought for a while and then looked at him.
"Make the Brindavanam community inter-disciplinary," I said, and the general looked at me surprised.
He was expecting jalebis or black kurtas, but I am sure this was way out of his expectations.
"That's not an easy task, my love," he commented.
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ENCHANTED - BY INNOCENCE (ongoing)
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