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It's been two weeks since we've been receiving bouquets and other expensive gifts from Mrityunjay and Anirudh. Akshita's gifts always come with a cute little note, and mine, as expected, with a plain "I'm sorry." As always, I donate everything to the new maid's kid, while Akshita adores hers like a collector with precious keepsakes.
There was a knock on the door, but today we'd made a pact—not to answer.
After thirty minutes, a man's voice pleaded from the other side, "Ma'am, please ye receive kar lijiye warna Sir hume jaan se maar denge."
("Ma'am, please accept this or Sir will kill me.")
I signaled the house help to open the gate and collect the gifts. She rushed to the door, and to my surprise, it was none other than Anirudh himself.
"Ye lo, tumhare pati ne bheja hai," he said, handing me a bouquet of lilies while scanning the place.
("Here, your husband sent this.")
"Aag laga do inhe," I said, flinging them back at him without a second thought.
(Set them on fire.)
"Ye sab kaam hum nahi karte. Ye batao, humari madam kidhar hai?" he asked, unfazed.
("I don't do all this kind of work. Just tell me, where is our madam?")
I was about to respond when Akshita stormed in from behind.
"Yaha hai! What's the problem? And how the heck did you enter my house?"
"Ghar toh pairo se aaye hain. Par tumhare dil mein jo 'no entry' ka board lag gaya hai, usme kaise enter kare, wo samajh nahi aa raha," he replied dramatically.
("I managed to enter the house on foot, but I can't figure out how to enter your heart, where there seems to be a 'No Entry' sign.")
"Irony — a heart specialist who doesn't know the way to the heart." I teased, earning a death-glare from Akshita.
Anirudh stepped closer to her, while she instinctively moved back to maintain the distance.
"I'll tell Bade papa," Akshita warned sharply.
"Go ahead, tell him. I'm in a hurry to get married too," he replied with a mischievous grin.
I couldn't help but smile.
"Akshi, just give him a chance," I suggested, but she ignored me.
"Leave my house and tie this note on your forehead properly—I'm not going to marry you now!" Akshita snapped, her voice sharp as glass.
That was harsh. She's overreacting.
Anirudh dropped to his knees, more serious than I'd ever seen him. His eyes—filled with pain—looked up at her, yet Akshita remained cold. But she's terrible at faking things. Her eyes told a different story... like they always do.
