Our Unusual Wedlock

chapter 3

#OurUnusualWedlock

Chapter 3

They retraced the path towards the main road. She hardly had any strength left in her but she had to drag herself. She felt the man was watching her with leery eyes “God what is his problem?” she thought. Her skirt was coming in between her unfirm limbs, making it difficult to walk. She pulled it up by an inch or two as she could walk with little ease, yet it was so heavy. She wondered how she survived the drama of her wedding in this attire. Suhaan was marking all her expressions, she looked pretty, stressed and but still there was feel of content of her face and in her smile.

They reached her sedan. Suhaan gave her a bully look, asking her for the “keys.” Reva wondered for a second, realizing she left them in the ignition itself, she gave him a sarcastic smile. he frowned trying to understand her better. She pointed inside, biting her lips, squeezing her eyes; she was all ready to bear one more brunt from him. Neither did she have a choice nor was he going to spare her. She was all prepared for a lecture from this Mr.stranger. He would take her case big time with this stunt of hers, one was eloping alone but. She saw him from the corner of her eyes; he was glaring at her with his dark red hot anger filled eyes.

“Women drivers,” he taunted loud with those hard disgusting looks. He walked back. Reva wondered what was he upto asking him was no point he wouldn’t answer at all. She saw him going back; her last hope of help was crashed. She had a wild guess he may not come back but since Granny had ordered she had least of the least expectation that he will help her. She stood there feeling grilled under thr sun, just like the veggies of the barbeque served with peanut sauce.

Within a span of 10 minutes flat Suhaan was back with a tool kit in his hand. He picked the screw driver and managed opening the driver’s door. “What a relief!!” Reva sighed as the driver’s door opened; he stared at her knitting his brows. He gestured her to remove the key first.  She leaned in, pulling the key, while he blurted “Ms. Oversmart.”

She gave him a steely stare but avoided the confrontation turning mute. She had faced enough drama since morning and was not ready for one more episode. She looked expectantly at him; he turned to take a look at the problem.

“Such an expensive sedan!” He exclaimed turning back at her. He was trying to figure out what could have happened.

“This isn’t affordable by a normal middle class family for sure. So you seem to be a rotten brat and always denting your father’s wallet,” he ranted giving an ironic expression.

Reva lurched, “this luxury sedan belongs to my Ex….she paused mid way… none of your business Mr. Suhaan, can YOU HELP me?” she retorted.

Shaking his head he released the hood lever and extracted himself from the car. He leaned against the hood and started examining the engine. He scrutinized and finally pushing himself back, ‘the mechanics are bizzare, get it towed that would be better,” he concluded.

“Too complicated is it?” Reva faked concern.

“Hmm,” he acknowledged.

“Ohh I thought men knew all about Cars,” she brickbat.

He slammed the hood hard, turned around in anger “Who do you think I am?” he shot back.

“Why don’t you get the hell out of here? Don’t your hare brains get that?” he uttered in rage.

“The bloody car broke down in the middle of God knows where. Do you think I am joking or something that too dressed like this and why would I want to stand under this hot ball,” she was hysterical. She cursed herself and stomped her foot successfully she was off balance, again those heels were giving up. He took her by the elbow in a firm grip of his, their eyes dating again, the deep shades turned a bit softer and Suhaan uterred with his attitide intact,“I think you better get in the house, before you melt down.” It sounded more like a commanded looking straight in her eyes.