Then came you

Chapter 7

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"Irfan can you please keep it down I am trying to  read."  "If you want to read Nasreen, go to the library." He carried on with his movie. She got up angrily and was walking towards him, she was about to yank the Air-pod away from him.

When she felt it, she stood stock-still in front of Irfan deadpanned. Irfan saw his beautiful wife freeze in front of him.

"What is it Nasreen?" She couldn't speak, she looked down and looked at him and quickly ran upstairs. His eyebrows creased in confusion. He shrugged his shoulders, he wanted to continue with his movie when his eyes caught the tiny trail of crimson spots  trailed everywhere she ran through. He let out a smirk. This is the reason she ran away. Now he understood all the yelling, and aggression.

Nasreen almost slapped herself... Why now, and especially not in front of Irfan. She paced around her room. How was she ever going to look him in the eye again? She was extremely embarrassed.

She shrugged her shoulders and thought, whatever! But then she realized the blood must have dripped everywhere, she always had very heavy flows.

Oh, God, Oh, God!! somebody, please wake me from this nightmare!! Okay, you can do this Nas, you've got this. After ten minutes of assuring herself.
She took a deep breath and came out of her room. Tiptoeing to go to clean up the blood and face Irfan again. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Irfan cleaning the place. Her hand flew to her mouth, she gasped aloud In surprise which made Irfan tilt his head upwards. She walked to him, trying to put on boldface.

"You didn't have to do that, I have hands."
"The word is thank you," Irfan said firmly
"In that case thank you." Irfan scrutinized her appearance.  "Monthly mood swing eh?"
"Please stop talking, do you have the slightest idea of how embarrassing and awkward this is?"

"Nope, I don't." With a mischievous grin on his face, he was enjoying her embarrassed state.

"And what do you know about mood swings?"

"I have sisters, and I know you guys punch things and get angry easily..."

"Yes dude, we do that, but I punch people, not things." She said with a little snide that made Irfan humble himself and keep quiet. After some few minutes of awkward silence, she went to the kitchen and thought, what he was thinking when he did that... He was a gentleman she concluded.

She rummaged the fridge for what to cook, but their groceries were finished.

"Irfan would you like to eat anything."

"Yes, Nasreen, I would love to eat." He said doubtingly, wondering what she was up to this time around.

"Get ready to eat nothing." She called out. "Why is that?" He rolled his eyes he knew her so well.

"Cause there are not enough ingredients."

"And since when did you start cooking with enough ingredients?"

He went to the kitchen. "Long enough for it to have finished." Nasreen opened the fridge wide for him to see that it was truly empty. "Why didn't you tell me all this while?"

"Nothing, just so I'll have an excuse not to cook, like right now." She flashed her teeth at him.
He rolled his eyes... "Get dressed." He said firmly.

"But I am dressed." She looked at herself she was wearing mom jeans and a black top." "Just get dressed." He snapped.

"Where are we going Irfan?"
"To space."  "Seriously we are going to space?"  She sarcastically squealed in excitement.