Obsessively yours

Chapter 25| Rasoi

Nitya

My husband is a bit eccentric. We enjoyed a leisurely morning, sleeping until 9 AM, but then he had to get ready for work. I found myself wondering what a king does all day. I made a note to ask him about it when he gets home.

I am getting ready, and I now know wearing a saare is not my strength. I would love to call it a weakness, though.

These fucking plates! Haye kanha mere baski nhi hai! I'm not going outside, uh-huh, nope, me not going outside.

I sit on the bed with my head in my hands, nope, no-don't cry, Nitya, don't you dare cry!

What is wrong with me? I can't believe it's my first time wearing a saree, and instead of feeling joy or excitement, I'm sitting here in tears. The intricate draping and the fabric flow are so beautiful, yet I have no clue how to wear it correctly. It's a significant occasion for me, and I wish I felt more confident. How did I end up in this emotional state? This is supposed to be a moment to celebrate, not to feel overwhelmed and lost. Why is this so hard? Fuck it

And just as the tears start slipping out, someone opens my door with a loud noise, I turn to see who it is, and it turns out to be my mother-in-law.

"Mummy ji-"

"Maa or mummy, Nitya and why are you crying? Huh bacha? What happened?"

"Maa- mumma, I don't know how to wear a saare, it is my first rasoi, and I didn't want to disappoint you or anyone. I don't want you to think I am stupid or dumb because- because first impression is the last impression and-"

"Nitya first of all even if you feel like I will be disappointed in you because you don't know how to wear a saare, then you're wrong I cannot ever hate you darling, you brought a smile to my sons face and you are his life so- hating you is the last thing I would ever do, bacha."

"If you didn't know how to wear a saree, you could've just called me, love, come, I will help you come here"

And then my sweet and loving mother-in-law starts helping me wear my saare, and I hope in future I won't embarrass myself like this again.

Abhimaan

I was in my office discussing the recent shipment we had to deliver for the Volkovs with my team. We were about to review the details of the arms we were set to receive when I suddenly realised how much I missed her. It was easier being apart when she didn't live with me, but now that she's my wife, things have become more complicated. I think I'm becoming obsessed with her. Well, I always have been.

I know some people might call me a psychopath or a stalker, but she's my wife, and I love her deeply. This morning, I opened the camera I have in our bedroom and saw my beautiful wife sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Concern washed over me as I watched her suddenly toss aside the vibrant saree she had been trying to wear. With trembling hands, she sank onto the bed, her head in her hands as sobs quietly escaped her. It broke my heart to see her in such distress, reminding me of the struggles she often faces alone.

Meri rani sa ko koi pareshani ho aur mai use khatam na karu aisa ho nhi sakta

Since I cannot magically teleport to my dear wife, I call my other favourite person, my maa, to help her. We'll have to think about teleportation, too.

"Hello, Abhi? Sab theek beta?"

"Ji maa par rani sa ro rhi hain, kuch hua hai kya?"

"Ro rhi hai? Kyu? uski toh aaj pehli rasoi hai woh ro kyu rhi hai?"

"Unse saare nhi pehni jaa rhi"

"Ohh, mai jaati hoon uske paas ruko"

"Hanji maa"