SWEET NOTHINGS - A COLLECTION OF MISHBIR OS

OS 12 - Pink & Blue

It was a lazy Sunday evening. The whole family was seated for tea, enjoying their chai and dhokla, chatting away, teasing Atul who was about to get married next month. It was a fun family time – and times like these had been so hard to come by a few years ago. 

A few years ago, a newly married Mishti had spent her Sunday evenings with her husband in their cozy little apartment. Tea time had been fun, but what followed had been – 

Grinning, Mishti shook her head, as she stopped by the doorway, pausing to relish the sight before her. Her husband stood at his usual painting spot, canvas set up, paints strewn across the table next to him. She couldn’t see his face because he had his back to her, but she knew the look of utter concentration on his face, his hazel eyes fixated on the task, his gorgeous full lips pursed. 

If she had to list ten favorite things she loved watching her husband do, then watching him engrossed in his paints, canvas and brushes – hair tied up in a bun, paint smeared across his cheeks, biceps, would be at the top of the list. Well, maybe not at the top, that would definitely be… .shaking her head, she tapped the side of her head lightly at the direction her mind was taking.

“One track mind” she scolded herself under her breath. 

Abir now picked up another color, she tilted her head and noticed that it was a crimson hue, one of Abir’s favorite shades. She watched as he picked up the brush, then deciding against it, he dropped it, and dabbed some paint on his finger. 

Her smile widened, and a color quite similar to the one Abir had on his fingers right now, spread all over cheek as her mind immediately sprung up a memory of a time he had painted with his fingers, and very little had gone on the canvas! 

Shaking her head and deciding she had had enough watching from afar, she pushed herself away from the doorframe. Quickly closing the gap between them, she wound her hands around his waist and pressed her cheek to his back. In response, he tossed her a look over his shoulder, wrapped his long fingers around her forearm and pulled her in even closer. 

“everyone is having tea downstairs, but there’s no hurry. I can make you hot tea later” she muttered unabashedly, interjecting her words with kisses she spattered across his back. 

She was rewarded with a chuckle, and a quick kiss which he planted on her fingers. Returning her hand to its old position around her waist, Abir commented lightly, his voice laced with mirth, “par mujhe ab peena hai, angry chorni”

So he was teasing her now?! Oh, 2 can play this game, Ajeeb Rajvansh, Mishti thought, tightening her hold on him now. “No” she said simply. 

Abir grinned, carefully placing the paints down, he dabbed his fingers with the cloth, before stretching his hand behind him and wrapping it around her tiny waist. With a small and firm pull, she was in front of him, landing taut against his chest with a  soft thud. 

She flattened her palms against his chest and tilted her head to let her cheek nest right against his heart. His hands came up behind her, one hand encasing her head while the other held her tight against him. He placed a kiss on her head, “no?!” he muttered against her hair, “then what do you want me to do?” he questioned, his voice raspy, laden with passion. 

Mishti smiled, allowing herself a few seconds to rearrange her features, she pulled away and looked up into the eyes she loved, “you have a painting to finish for tomorrow’s exhibition, Ajeeb rajvansh. That’s what I meant, now don’t go getting ideas..” she managed to finish, but failed miserably at keeping that coy grin off her face.