Perfect Mismatch

Ch 25 - Spring

"Madam Shehnaaz Kaur Gill, I love you..."

The words were ringing inside of her head on a loop as if it was a melody she couldn't get rid of.

"The fuck...",she mumbled, unable to comprehend and understand what suddenly happened in the morning. She pinched herself but when it pricked, she understood, it wasn't a dream. Sidharth had actually dropped the bomb and left her to process what he had just confessed.

Her heart was swept over by a wave of relief. He was not going anywhere, he had said a minute back. They were together. He loved her. There was a sense of exhilaration running across her body which, along with her ongoing headache made her feel dizzy and unsteady. But wait, till last night he was speaking in circles and blaming her to be expecting an admission of love. What changed? And how the hell did it? And was it fair on her to be dealing with these changes? And what if this was another of his mood swings and in the next couple of hours he swings back to what had caused the argument?

She needed answers. He couldn't just drop a bomb and expect her to be normal. Jumping out of the bed, she threw the blanket, didn't even care to wear her slippers and almost brisk walked towards the kitchen.

He was pouring the coffee into two mugs and as she arrived and stood in front of him with a loud sigh with a confused face and her hands on her waist with a big question mark on her face. He couldn't help but chuckle. She looked like a cute schoolgirl, the way she frowned at him with her brows raised. Unable to resist anymore, he left the coffee mugs unattended to approach her and pull her into his arms but she pushed him back. At least tried to.

"Abbey... Idhar aa...", He grabbed her and tightly wrapped both his arms around her neck. She had to give in now. Rubbing her back up and down, he smiled. Of course, she would be confused.

"Chhod mujhko ek minute...", She mumbled against his chest and he did.

Looking upto him with an almost straight/cross face, she decided to not mince her words. He grimaced, expecting a volcanic outburst. 

"Nahi...matlab ek raat mein achanak aisa kya ho gaya?  Tujhko maata ne darshan diye sapne me? " she asked and he rolled his eyes. 

"Wohi samajh le tu..", he replied, his hands crossed. 

"Sidharth yahan koi mazak nahi chal raha hai, theek hai? Tune hi kaha tha na? Ki kisne bola tha pyaar ka gaana gaane ko ? Maine toh sab zabardasti bol dia tha na dinya ko ki mujhko tujhse pyaar hai?...Tujhe toh tha nahi...phir ye subah kya ho gaya? Baby, aapko mereko khush karne ke liye ye faaltu ke draame karne ki zarurat nahi hai...",  she replied, with a strong voice. 

"Abbey gadhi...tereko khush karne ke liye kuch nahi bola maine...tera darr laga pada hai mujhko? ...Accha...chal chal...", he took the coffee mugs and pushed her out of the kitchen. 

"Nahi...darr kyun lagega tujhko...teri lagti kaun hun main...par if you think ki main roun na...aur sad na houn ye sochke daya karke tune I love you bol dia toh please apna I love you wapis rakh lo...main aapke I love you ke bina ki khush hun...", she folded her hands in anger. 

Keeping the coffee mugs on the centre table, he pushed her on the sofa and lied down on top of her, throwing all of his weight on her. She screamed in the suddenness of the action. She had expected him to yell back at her, in the same tone as hers and put forth his argument. 

"Tumko jo karna hai tum karo...maii tere ko pyaar karta okay? I love you! Tumko samajh me aaye ya na aaye, tum meri ho...", was all he said. 

She looked at him as his face was less than an inch away while he said what he had to say, taking breaks to emphasize on each of his word. Their eyes were lost into each others. His reflected peace and assurance, while hers had both fear and a sense of tired relief in hers. She did not even realise when her hands reached the back of his head and he closed the gap between them to place his lips on her. This kiss wasn't gentle. He took her lower lip between his and she fought back to gain control. She was angry, as she nibbled on his chin, his neck, wherever she gained access and he let her. Gradually, she melted, as he grew extremely gentle and went back to touch her lips with his tongue and suck them gently. She wrapped herself around him in submission and after they parted to breathe, she couldn't help but let the last few tears from the hurt he had caused escape her eyes.