Morning hue

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This book was the first draft and my first work. You will find numerous problems, grammar problems, structure problems etc. If you can't handle them please you can proceed outside.

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The salty cool breeze of the Indian Ocean, caressing my face as I ran is something which is worthy. It's calming. It's soothing. The chirping of the pretty talkative birds early morning brings a smile on my face, thinking they too have chores to do.

I really do enjoy this time in the morning. The only time I get to myself. The only time I give to my body. It too needs attention. You cannot be a model and a CEO of high class model agency slash fashion desighing company just like that.

Running early just brings peace in my brain which is much needed for me, cause I gotta confront many snobbish models and some designers who hardly wants to work. Me sinking in the nature just is awesome.

I took a sit on the near by bench, and closing my eyes I breathened in the air which has a slight lingering smell of raw grass and the blossomed rose. I spend some moment taking deep breathe in and out. But something awful which literally everyone hates, the crappie alarm on my phone, which happens to be right beside me sitting on the bench, brought me back to the earth and reminded me that I have a lazy a*s husband to wake up.

Groaning, I stood up from the bench and streched a bit. The bench which happens to be placed right facing the sea. A huge rose garden behind it. And pathway going around all of it, it surrounds the whole estate.

I turned around and jogged following the road to the house we call, Raichande villa.

I jogged to the entrance door and on my way I saw Manish kaka. Our gardener.

"Good morning, kaka," I chirped waving.

"A very good morning, bahu rani. How was your jogging?" He asked bending down to pick another baby plent. I advanced and touched the delicate petal of the flower in front of me.

"Good and relaxing. You know me, kaka, I love your garden and most importantly love spending time here. But I have to run, unless Mr. Lazy pants would be late and then I have to tolerate his calls all through the day just because I was late waking him up. 'My sweet revenge', is what he says." I forced a smiled thinking about it. God, he can be frustrating. Kaka just laughed it out and continued working on the fresh planted flower plants.

I really despise it when Karan does that. Calling me all through the day just because I was late waking him up. What is the harm in waking up himself! Why do I have to wake him up always? I asked that to him once and as usual and typical of him, he answered in a cheesy way. 'I gotta see your face, darling.' For which in response i just rolled my eyes with a 'oh shut up!'

He just calls me cause he gets 'peace' getting me pissed. And dont think for a second I just leave him like that, i get my revenge as well. Just in my way, you know. I make him suffer, a sweet torture. Oh, the evil laugh.

Sometimes I think that we are still our 20 year old selves, arguing around colleges cafeteria. Or our 15 year old selves running around empty school hallways. We still are such kids.

Making my way up the stairs, I meet up with a huffing mother-in-law. Nope, she is not angry with me going outside but she just came out from the gym. Wearing tank top and a pair of legging, with her hair up in a high ponytail.

Yah-huh, I have a modern mother-in-law with a great sence in fashion. Which is just great.

"Good morning, mother!" I said kissing her cheeks.

"Good morning, beta. Tea?? " She said offering me tea. Hoping silently I would say yes. She tries to make me a tea addict or a coffee addict just like her, but its not going to work. For I am not a caffin person at all.

"No ma!! Have to go and wake your son up, otherwise he will kill me with his revenge. It sucks." I said walking backwards.

"Hayee, you guys are such babies. Revenging eachother whenever you get the chance. Oh, and Chatan is already getting ready, he has a meeting. Does your lovely husband know?" She said and plopped down on the love sit.

"Ahhh, I don't think so, he didn't tell me. Oh and why does he sleep like a hibernating bear. Like, I literally had to pour a whole bunch of water on his face several times! " I said advancing toward her and eyeing the carkers hungrily then plopping one in my mouth. Oh, I am hungry.

She laughed. "Oh dear, I know. Guess how much trouble I had to go through when he was in school." She said shaking her head.

"-and high school." I added. I still remember him barging in the middle of the half way through class filled with students like a king that he think he is and then getting a detention for being late, and also takes me with him excusing about me helping him study. Where actually no study happens other than us goofing around the whole time.

"Huh!! My poor baby, you had to attend every detentions with him." She said stifling a laugh.

"Maa!! It's not funny. I use to get ear full because of that idiot." I said huffing.

"Hey, you were the one who wanted to company him in the first place. You always had to be with him no matter what," and then again added, " you think I don't know, child." She said giving me those suggestive looks. You know the looks mothers give you when they know something which they are not suppose to know. Yes, those once. And honestly, we have plenty and more specifically I have plenty which my actuall mother and her, doesn't have any clue about.

I gaped on her. Wondering the only question. HOW?

"I know you do. But this question always remains un-answered, how do you know?" Putting my hands on my hip. Huh, two can play the game.

"Oh, I have my sourses, child. Now shoooo, wake my son up." She shooed me with her hand. I laughed turning back. Oh god, moms and their sources. I was so naive back then, not knowing that my best friend, and later crush's mom knew what I felt toward him. And whatever we did. Hey, 'whatever we did' means like sneaking away like those things, nothing else.

I blushed thinking how stupid I looked back when I wanted to spend time with him and mom teasing me indirectly.

Oh god.

"I will be making breakfast by the way," she yelled from behind.

"Okay." I yelled back.

Now off to work.....

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