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30 | That Moment

Does anyone remember where were we in the previous part 🙈
There're times I'd to read my own story, in order to write further, and this's one such.
Well, we stopped were Ishu's trying to find what's wrong with Raman, by giving him a sponge bath, which he obviously denies. Before you ask what's wrong with Raman, he's been stabbed by Abhimanyu, right 🤔 Yeah, I guess so 😂
Now, let's not waste time, but peep into their bedroom 👀👇

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"What's your problem, woman?!" He got up, cheesed off. No way she would see that deep cut bled him the other day. She was not that a weakling to cry on, or fall unconscious, again, even if he shows and reveals the reason why he beat Abhimanyu fatally. In fact, he would be in the receiving end of her extra-love. Well, it was about his ego; she should not try to make him dance in her tunes. She should not use his weakness to get him on her way, should she? That was pathetically tempting! "Ouch!" He clutched the side of his hip, as a piercing pain shuddered him. It felt like thousand knives have been scratching through his flesh; he dropped in the bed bushed. "Leave me alone!" His clenched teeth, the gritting noise, was enough to let her lose the last string of control she bestowed herself on her anger.

"Are you gritting that teeth at me, Raman?" She poked her finger on his droopy shoulder, earning his glare. "You won't have them next time when you try to grit!" That was a warning he could not stand. His eyes rolled out, spitting fire. "Don't glare! I'll pluck your eyes!" She motioned towards those saucer-like orbs he shut instantaneously. He must be scared or taking time for a better come back or yes, scheming against her in his dirty mind.

"I don't have time for your kidding." He shooed her away, plopping down on the bed. "I'm not letting you sleep without bathing, Raman!" He heard her mutter only to see him shrugging as if her stern words could make no difference. Such an insult. "I'm your wife, Raman!" Oh wow! How would he forget that! "That was a lame excuse to rule me, Ish-shit-ta!" He turned around, trying to sound as venomous as possible, biting in the pain that shook his spine. He was amused to find new ways of name calling, which probably angered her, but that was not her concern. Why do not she skip the matter when she got something better?

"You're insane!" She pulled her hair. "I'm not ruling anyone!" Her eyes narrowed, she seemed to be in thoughts before smiling at him. She is bipolar, he cringed, because he knows her well; she would not leave this rest for a while. "See Raman, there's nothing that I haven't seen! So undress and let me give you this damn sponge bath!" That raising tone made him look on failed. He should not have even thought of winning the Jhansi Ki Rani that she is.

"Why are you hell bent on giving me sponge bath today? You never did it when I pleaded, only if your majesty remember! You were ready to let Neelu do, right? Now I want Neelu to give me a sponge bath. Neelu, or no one! No more arguments." Arms crossed, he looked away.

"You're sooo cheap!" She made a face as of about to throw up. "Chee!" He hawked her movements, apparently ready with another comeback. "Don't think I don't know how to do what I want. I'm leaving you on your own, because you're only concerned about keeping things from me. Be it. I don't care. Why should I care when you don't." She was not shedding tears at all, but seething with anger. He knew she was dubious on his behaviour and is up to something, but such conviction, he could not fathom.

"Okay, I'm sorry." She threw a cold glare while he sat up comfortable, still shifting uneasily. "Come here. Arey, come on yaar..." She did not make any fake protests when her slender wrist was being pulled by him, as she sulked towards his side, sitting beside without wiping off the grumpy face. "Don't panic, alright?" She would have brushed his caresses off if those words have not left his dry lips. "I'm...uh, hurt." Her eyes narrowed, confused for a moment, those flickered in shock and hurt when remembered the scene of his flinching form. "It's not severe. I mean, it hurts but, I'm fine. Really." He could see his explanations hitting her face and coming back aiming his mouth in reflex. Those were of no use as he gulped, feeling sick of eating his own words.