"You know I hate you so much.. You really are so annoying.. Look I get it what happened wasn't-" Before she can go on with her rant, I kiss her.. As much as I love her adorable ranting, it only makes me want to kiss her
And gosh did she feel soft...
The smell of turmeric is overwhelming, even though only a few people have applied it
I do not like the smell of turmeric, not one bit, so imagine my situation right now, literally being doused in tons of turmeric
Okay, maybe not tons, but bad enough to make me want to throw up
I wonder how Raghav's doing.. Hopefully he is suffering as much as I am, since he's the one who put me in this situation, in the first place.
I need to call him later, maybe torture him a bit
"Arre Aishu, why are you wearing a green top? Shouldn't you have worn all yellow?" One of my aunt's question me
I look down at the top I'm wearing and back at her, shrugging my shoulders in response
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First of all, I don't want this marriage and second, I don't like yellow and third, I HATE TURMERIC
So don't blame me if I'm in a b*tchy mode today
Once it's done, Ma gave me neem leaves and told me to go take a bath with them
Great.. More things I hate! I'm honestly very sensitive to certain smells.. I like neem, but it gives an awful scent when it's drenched in water
I'm most definitely throwing up today, I think as I sink into the bathtub covered in neem leaves
I should call Raghav, see if he's having as much trouble as I am
I pick the phone that's kept at the side of the bath tub and dial his number
"Hey my sweet wife.. Miss me already?" He asks in his usual husky voice, tinted with humour
"You idiot! This is all you're fault! I had to be first drenched in turmeric and now have to dip in neem water" I say spitefully
"Why love? You speak like it's a bad thing" He said
"Of course it's a bad thing! God I hate these smells!" I say frustrated at the amout of things my poor nostrils have been subjected to today
"Oh I didn't know love.. I'm sorry" He says, but I can already imagine the sheepish grin on his face
"Hmph..What's the use of asking sorry now?" I say and hang up.. I honestly don't know why I still bother speaking to him
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At work
Well great! As if life couldn't get any better! I'm all of a sudden exposed to at least 5 people screaming at me
A women, who I think is the mother of the patient, pounces at me screaming
"What do you mean we have to wait and see?! Weren't you supposed to heal my son?! You're a doctor aren't you?!" She screams at me while shaking me nearly making me fall
"Ma'am.. The operation was done successfully.. But as to what happens next, we'll only get to know once your son wakes up.. I'm sorry, I'm not god" I say as politely as I can before walking away
This is the problem with working at a trauma centre.. People are so much in distress that they don't realise what they're doing
Physician abuse, seriously needs to be stopped.. I understand that they aren't in the right state of mind, but it does not mean they can go clawing at doctors like that.
"Hello Ayush? Can you come pick me up?" I say as the day comes to an end
"Me? Why do you want me? Can't you ask you're husband?" He says, irritation quite clear in his voice
So now he won't even pick me up? Great! Then why should I even call that place my home if I have no entry after marriage?
Angry and tired, I storm into Raghav's room where he sits on his chair, looking at some reports
As he spots me, he raises an eyebrow at me
"Little one? Any specific reason you sought out for me? Your lips look a bit chapped, want me to warm them up?" He asks in his usual playful voice
I roll my eyes at him "Well since you're apparently now my 'husband', my brother won't come to pick me up.. So you've to leave me home.. Believe me I wouldn't have come to you if you weren't my last option" I say sitting down on the chair in front of him
Honestly, it's rude to do that in front of my dean, but since he has so kindly made me his 'wife', I guess he won't mind
"Why don't you wait for sometime love? Grab a magazine or something, we'll gon in sometime" He says looking back at his reports
I take a magazine and am about to go back to my original seat, when he pulls me into his lap
I open my mouth to speak, but honestly there's not use speaking with him
Or is it because you actually want to sit here?
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Ciao everyone!! Not much #Aishav here 😔😔
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