Beloved || ArShi FF Book

13 || His Busy Wife

Background 

Arnav : A middle class man with a huge family living seemingly happily in a small but sufficient home. Father of a five year old cute little girl. Elder brother to two idiots who count him as the third. The doting son to his parents. Lastly, the invisible man to his wife, as he puts it!

Khushi : Biologically mother to a five year old, cute little Anaya. Logically mother of the Raaizada family! She has not one kid, but three men– her husband and his brothers, and his parents as, her kids as well. 

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" Khushi.. I need to talk." He said as he followed her into their room. He quickly shut the door lest another human would come looking for his wife. It was a late Sunday afternoon. Ever since the morning Mr.Arnav Singh Raaizada had been trying to get some quality time with his wife which like any other day did not happen. Finally. Finally, he got her inside in a closed space alone! He had complaints. Many.

"What? I am listening my ears are open. From morning you've been saying you want to talk, but aren't saying anything." She spoke folding the clothes and glancing at him. 

She paused seeing him sigh. She walked up to him. "Everything is okay, right? Work? You ? You're okay?" She immediately checked his forehead, stretching on her toes. Did he have a fever? No.

"Khushi, "  He said exasperated holding her hand. "I want to talk to you.."

"Yeah say.."

"No No..not like this.."

"Over the phone?" She asked bewildered.

"I seriously wonder why God gave you less logical reasoning!" He commented irritated.

She pulled back her hand, folding her arms. "Yeah all the understanding and reasoning was bestowed upon you." She walked back to clear the clothes off the bed.

"Khushi," He followed her trail and sat opposite to her as she folded the clothes. "When was the last time we sat and just talked..." He shrugged. 

She eyed him. "Right now."

"No. Not this way. Like before." He tried explaining.

"Arnav, I don't understand. I am talking right? We are talking. Things change with time. We have a daughter now. Aakash Bhai's marriage has been fixed. Nihaal returns home stressed everyday, owing to his new job. Mom doesn't keep well. Dad's business trips are there. Then there is Anaya, she acts like she's my mother. There's so much to do. You want me to sit and talk?" She said softly hoping he understood.

"So, they all get you and I don't." He exclaimed stubbornly his disapproval of her point on his face.

"Arnav, we cuddle every night, don't we? We do. We stay in the same room, practically I am the longest with you. " she said exasperated at her husband's stubborn behavior.

He was annoyed now. "And out of all that time– you're somewhere else in your head or sleeping!" He stared at her.