As time rolled, days passed, seasons changed, pages of the calender turned, distance between both grew.
No matter how hard Abhidnya tried she couldn't bring Adhavan close to herself.
In their story, the name of the chapters were different but the content was always same; Adhavan would always give a hope to Abhidnya and once she thinks that things are turning in her favour, he would twist it as nasty as possible.
It's been three years to their wedding and a lot of things changed but in whose favour no one knows.
AT THE DRAWING ROOM OF THE HAVELI
The grandfather's clock was mocking her. It is her usual routine. She would wait for Adhavan at dinner with the dishes made as per his wish communicated over call but he would never show up.
Or sometimes he would say he wouldn't show up but he will with a lots of sarcastic remarks.
The door creeked open and the chauffeur carried his laptop bag and handed it over to one of the house-helpers.
Abhidnya straightened herself on the couch. Her eyes desperate for him. And there he enters majestically. One hand on the phone, another inside his trouser pockets. He roamed his eyes and then fixed it on Abhidnya.
"Dinner ready hai?", he asked
"Nhi, apne mana kiya tha toh isliye kuch banaya nhi", Abhidnya said
"Mujhe bhuk lagi hai", Adhavan said
"Ji, thoda wait kariye, mein abhi phatak se kuch bana kar lati hun", Abhidnya said and was about to turn when Adhavan stopped her.
"Koi zarurat nhi...jab khilane na manner nhi hai toh dhong kyu karna?"
"Esa kuch bhi nhi hai......aap fresh ho jaeye tab tak khana bann jayega"
"Mujhe nhi khana", he declared
"Yeh kesi zid hai?"
"Baas zid hai toh hai", he said being haughty
Abhidnya didn't say anything she simply kept looking at him.
"Kya? Kya dekh rahi ho haan?"
"Nhi banaungi", she said with a straight face
"Kya? Doobara bolna", Adhavan said with a challenge for her not to repeat the same words again
"Nhi banaungi bilkul nhi banaungi. Logon ko namak kam aur mirchi zyada lagti hai khane mein par apko laung zyada aur elaichi ka favour kam atta hai khane mein.....yeh apna criticism sab samjh atta hai mujhe", Abhidnya said with frustration.
Her hands folded near her chest and eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Adhavan walked near her. Close, extremely close.
"Phir khana banayega kon?", he asked calmly
This was not his usual calmness. His eyes looked at her nose that was gradually turning red and just below that a new pimple on he upper lips.
Perhaps he is the first man who is adoring her pimples as well. Because no matter what he claims in front of her the unchanged truth is he is obsessed with her entirely.
When he didn't get a reply. He looked at Abhidnya's eyes, which was fixed on his collar bone, peeping from his shirt.
"Haan?", he shouted deliberately inorder to distract Abhidnya.
Abhidnya slightly shivered since never expected him to shout.
"Go and cook", he ordered
"Mein NHI banaungi", she said stressing on the word 'nhi'.
YOU ARE READING
ODIO AMOR
RomanceNot every rose is red. Not every Sunday is a fun day. Not every damsel in distress has her prince charming. Not every bad guy changes to an adoring husband for his wife. Not every memory is worth remembering. Similarly, NOT EVERY LOVE STORY IS FILLE...
