Her And Him (Completed)

FELINE ATTACK

A dedication to this girl.  Thank you :) 

Vidyut and I had fallen into a strangely comfortable routine where we stayed out of each other's way. Sometimes I felt bad. How much longer could we keep doing this? We were married for chrissake!

I dreaded the day when his mother would give us the talk. The talk about starting a family and all that.

A little hard to start a family when you sleep in separate rooms, right?

I had started making him food though. It took me 3 days before I got over my feminist attitude and decided to cook meals for him.

This was after I took great pleasure in watching him gagging over the breakfast that he had made for his own consumption.

His coffee preparation skills seemed decent but the food preparation was atrocious. I wondered time and again how the fuck he survived alone for so long.

His mom eventually cleared that question for me. He had had a maid, but she was sick. She'd come back in a couple of months though.

Till then. Muhahaha.

I would sit opposite him for breakfast, enjoying my lovely eggs. I'd peek up occassionally to see him grimace ever so slightly, before he'd shovel a spoonful of what Im guessing was burnt eggs. Once it was so awful he gagged. It was cute to see his poker face falling apart as he tasted his abominable creation.

His mother would visit now and again, and we would talk.She told me many things about Vidyut that I knew he himself would never tell me.

It was the stories of his flaws, failures, and triumphs in life that made me realise that he was indeed a human being and not some suit wearing, good looking, grumpy alien.

Like the fact that he loved dogs. He had one himself a few years back, but it had gotten hit by a car.

He had not spoken a word for 2 weeks. It was comforting to know that he was not as uncaring as he seemed to be. She told me a lot of things, but I couldn't get myself to ask her the one thing I really wanted to know.

How and why did they get a guy like Vidyut to marry an unknown Indian chick in a fully traditional arranged marriage style without as much knowledge about her as her name, likes or even looks?

There were also moments when I would wonder why she liked me for a bride, what with my past.

A few days of the same routine had passed and one day, he came home with large gashes on his face.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was caused by the long, claw like nails of a girl.

What had he gotten himself to? I wondered idly.

He walked into the house and looked at me blankly, as if he was not walking around with a long, painful gash on his face and several claw marks on his arms.

Without a word, I walked into the kitchen where, strangely enough, I had decided to set up a little first aid kit, and took out some antiseptic and cotton.

I wondered idly whether I should ask him how he had managed to piss a girl off to the extend that she had risked breaking a nail just to show him her wrath, but bit my tongue.

I also wondered, idly of course, how she had managed to use just one nail on his face. Talent, I tell you.

I would be lying if I said that I was not sorely tempted to annoy him till he broke and told me everything. I just didn't have the actual energy of converting my mental battle plan into action.

He seemed not to notice me, as he was busy trying to get the wound to turn septic. He was fidgeting with the cut on his face extremely stupidly. Didn't he know that he was risking an infection by doing that?

I surprised even myself when I felt myself swatting away his hands. There was confusion in his eyes as I led him to the couch.

My extremely towering height of five foot three was nowhere near his estimated six foot two height.There was no way I could clean a wound when it was up above the world so high.

Maybe I took him by surprise, but he actually complied without showing any signs of being an idiot.

He held my eyes for a few seconds as I cleaned the wound. I suddenly felt myself to be less efficient than normal. Shaking that feeling away, I focused entirely on the wound.

Macho man didn't even hiss a little bit as I dabbed the cut with antiseptic. He just sat there, looking like a model for some fashion line or somehing. Huh.

I held out my hands, and he raised an eyebrow. Oh god. Did he think I was asking for his hand so that I could hold it to my heart and show him how our heartbeats were in sync or something?

I rolled my eyes as obviously as I could, before roughly grabbing his hand. I was almost done, and I realized that he was sitting stiffly.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna ask you which feline inflicted this on you" I muttered.

I saw the corners of his mouth go up in a smirk. He looked desirable to me for a few seconds before i mentally slapped myself awake.

NO.

NO.

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LV