Just another random OS on the recent episode of Talli Ishita and frustarted Raman.
I wrote this one randomly too.
Hope you all enjoy!
PS : Not proofread. Excuse any mistakes! :)
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Madrasan.
Cussing at her goofed timing once more, he tucked her in the quilt with a sigh before turning to put out the light and move away.
Couldn't she have fallen asleep a minute later? I could have at least kissed her if not anything else.
He ruffled into the quilt muttering to himself. If anyone could vouch for callous timing, it would be him given what he had just been bestowed upon with his wife passing out on him, an inch away from a kiss. This was the last time she was getting drunk, he vowed to himself looking at her form on the other end struggling to making eccentric shapes in the air with her hands. Her little giggles were audible but he knew she was far away from her senses. Drunk she was, but was it any bad on him? As he lay on the bed, the entire intrepid evening scouted back into his thoughts, he ended up laughing to himself. What was all that? She had managed to get herself drunk to the extent of ending up stuck on a ceiling fan singing songs for him. His grin widened. All her antics, her blithering being drunk, those little moments when she behaves consummately his Pagal Madrasan as he calls her usually, he treasured them. If the price of them was her being inebriated, then be it.
It wasn't that he was unfamiliar of her unbound love for him, neither was it about she not saying it often of how much she loves him, but it was that one moment of her angelic confession of her love that had incised the moment.
It had melted his heart, his wife was looking delightfully dishy being romantic. Confessing of being more romantic than she came across, snuggling into his arms she widely smiled at him before passing out just as he lowered his head for a kiss.
With a smile he sighed again. Was there anything he could do about her? Particularly her and drinking, he thought again. Probably not. Mad as she might be, just everything about her was his seventh heaven.
Lost in thoughts, it was the movement to his side which yanked him out of his drunk madrasan heaven. There she was, scooting closer to him, slithering on the bed, still very clearly drunk. Naagin, he wasn't wrong in referring to her as one a while ago.
With a leg thrown over him, her head on his shoulder, her hand wrapped across his chest she snuggled into him.
Raamuuuuu... tu ab toh aajaa...
She crooned curling up more into him, her leg over his front and her hands settling around his face. Staring at her, he smiled thoughtfully. What on earth was his madrasan Naagin upto.? More after bailing out on him.
Madrasan, what are you doing? He asked looking at her softly.
Singing for my Ramu.
She replied crooning the same one again. He stifled a laugh.
But i came, see I am here.
Nooo..not good.
She bawled in his ear with a pout and a whack on his cheek. Her leg moved again with her throwing it more over him, her knee rubbing against his groin. Gulping he looked at her surprised. Much to his annoyance, she was least bothered and was rather busy with her mad gestures in the air singing to herself.
