Four Marriages

Chapter 5

Completely startled by her walking away, I sat there for a full minute, running down my memory lane to find out the reason behind the now empty seat in front of me.

Since nothing came up in my mind which could be the reason, I walked inside still deep in thought. I saw her petite frame in the kitchen and moved to towards it. Clad in one of my apron which was ofcourse twice her size, I found her emptying the contents of the packet of pasta in to a bowl of water that was now placed on the stove to bring it to a boil.

Squinting my eyes I took in everything, still trying to figure out what could be the reason behind her cooking. I gingerly approached her as I don't want to be at the receiving end of her anger.

Nandini's POV

Stupid husband, he is so so so stupid. Urghhh!!!

"Nandini what happened? You didn't like the dishes" he asked politely and I can sense a bit fear in his voice. So to add for to the fear, I whisked around so fast with my nostrils flared and eyes squinting. I tried my level best to look intimidating.

I guess it worked, because the moment our eyes met, his eyes became saucers. Good for you husband. You deserve it.

"its called cooking cant you see" I conveyed my anger through rising my voice a bit. I am mad at him. he should understand certain things.

"oh! You don't like all the dishes I prepared!? No problem baby I will make this pasta you just sit there and relax" he said a bit relieved to be finally able to figure behind this sudden change of atmosphere. From romantic to anger.

But he is so wrong. So wrong.

"Manik just stay out of it." I said raising my voice and pointing the spatula I have been using to stir the pasta, directly close to his nose. He stilled and his saucer eyes were back, looking pointedly at the tip of the spatula that was just 0.5cm away from nose.

I need to calm down to make him understand.

"Manik this marriage is not just about me. Its about us. How dare you to cook all my favorite dishes and forget about yours? I know how much you dislike that curry and rice. Still you went ahead and made it for me. Okay I appreciate your efforts but it will just make me feel bad when I will see you eating that curry rice with a sullen face. Do you think I would like to see you like that? Do you think it would make me feel special to see you neglecting your choices just because I like something different? You are equally a part of this as much as I am." I paused feeling my eyes trickle from the corner forming tears in my eyes. I looked at him to again figure out, should I feel special that he did all this for me or should I be angry at him for neglecting his choices

Within a minute I was whisked into his arms. His right hand finger tilting my chin up.

"Nandini, I would eat anything as long as its with you. Anyway I wasn't going to eat alone. I was going to eat that curry rice from your plate, so I know for a fact that anything that I eat from your plate will be tasty. So long story short, I wouldn't mind eating curry rice." He said smiling down at me and lifting his right hand from my chin to my cheeks to rub away the tear that have made their way down from my eyes hearing him. I always knew he loves me but he never expresses in words he would rather use action. But when he does in words it shows his love for me on a whole another level.

"Oh nandini looks like Pasta is boiled" he said making me realize I was cooking for him. oh yeah his spell of love does many things to me. Making me forget my surroundings is one of the many.

I pushed him and made him sit on the bar stool around the counter top of the kitchen and started preparing his favourite dish 'Pasta with Bolognese sauce'.