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"You think this one will fit him?" Tuli asked scrutinizing the maroon T-shirt she had held up in her hand.

Sneha took a look of the shirt tilting her head a side. "Fit who? Shuvro? He has broad shoulder and he is tall... like really tall." She carried on imagining her colleague and friend's husband on the shirt. She had a fashion conscious bone. If it wasn't for the love for physics she would have persuaded the earlier career. So with the eyes of a fashionista she was checking the shirt. Tuli stared at her listening to her with a frown. Was she uncomfortable hearing the description her own husband's physical outline from another woman? Her eyes were cautious indeed but face hardly act on that.

"You might need one size bigger." Sneha input her judgement. "He must wear a 3XL."

The Bengali year ending sale in the shopping mall had dragged almost half of the city in the mal and it being a Saturday night didn't help the situation at all. Roaming around even under the air conditioner was making them sweat. Sneha had shopped a lot of things. Tuli too picked up some things, miscellaneous for the house mainly - cushion covers, bed sheets, pillow cases, a beautiful carpet and also a Taser sari for her mother. She hated the fact that her mother was wearing white saris now. Every time she looked at she feels like her someone just reached over and ripped out heart. Hence she had picked up a light maroons sari with a mustard yellow boarder and she was gonna see to it, that her mother wear it.

And now she with a T shirt in hand she contemplating whether she should buy it.

"Just buy it Tuli. It will be fine." Sneha sighed looking at her. She was unaware about the war in Tuli's head.

"I haven't seen him wearing button down 'T's'" she said.

"Well, you are gifting it, he will probably wear this every day just." Sneha rolled her eyes.

The sentence was suppose to evoke a laughter or make Tuli sure about taking it. But much to Sneha's surprise Tuli left the shirt in its rack.

She didn't want Sneha's comment to be true. What if he thought it something else than Tuli's motive. What if Shuvro thought of her gift as a proof of her taking a step towards his and her being 'them'? Would she like that?

***

Because Tuli had told Shuvro of her plan of going for shopping after work hours with her colleagues he came back home alone. His head was packed with various thoughts about work.

The project he was on needed him to go on a trip again for what it was anticipated for almost two months.

One and a half month away from home!

Who was gonna look after his wife, making sure she was okay!

He was so much in thought, the click of unlocking the main door and light foot step failed to fall in his ear.

Entering the house the first thing Tuli hear was sounds from the kitchen and then a delicious mouth warming aroma of food wrapped every smell buds of her.

Her husband was cooking.

Her lips lift up in a excited joy. Getting out of the shoes she headed the kitchen while dumping the bags in her hand onto the couch.

Shuvro realized Tuli near him when she crossed the doorstep. He took a look of her over his shoulder giving her a smile.

"You are cooking!" She smiled failing to suppress the sparkles in her eyes.

"Yah. I had this Parmesan Chicken that day at lunch so I downloaded the recipe." He explained. Leaning her waist on the kitchen counter she peeped a little over the oven to look on the cooking pan and gulped the overwhelming saliva in her mouth.

"Smells nice."

Her words spread a smile on his face and he replied "well, go and change, dinner will be ready with in half an hour."

Tuli stood there for a little watching him cooking then looked up at his face quietly. Her eyes stayed on his face.

The proximity and her eyes looming over his face had every fluid inside his body in a jet speed, all while making him terribly self-conscious. He failed to understand what was going in her mind. So he looked at her face keenly, as if asking what was she staring for.

Tuli licked the inner of the pursed lips before she asked "do you need my help?"

"No you go change. I am almost done."

*

At the dinner table Shuvro informed her about the office tour.

"For how many days?" Tuli frowned furiously at Shuvro over the dinner table. The chicken that she was enjoying so much so far suddenly felt like loosing its sault.

"Well..." Shubhro shoved a morsel of food into his mouth. "In Delhi we need to be there almost a week and so, can take longer then we have work in Shimla for like two ore week or long." He spoke matter of factly which made Tuli's frown more knotted.

For some moment she observed Shuvro as he ate and then heaving a sigh she asked "when?"

"20th"

"of this month?"

"Yah."

Suffering from a worrisome situation, Shuvro tended a lot in quantities and with an unreachable speed.

Finishing his plate in a go while thinking and over thinking of all the possible disposal for Tuli in this situation. Then he looked up and Tuli sitting over there with her half eaten plate caught his eyes. Her eyes roughly were glaring at nowhere as she bit her lips tightly.

The scene confused every thought process in his mind. He felt like she was angry at something for some reason. His gaze followed where she was looking at to find if the thing annoyed her was there. But he found nothing.

"Is the chicken no good?" He asked the possible reason of her annoyance he could think of.

Her rough gaze looked up at his face with a jolt. He gulped under her glare.

"No it's fine." She assured her in a hoarse voice and quickly finished her food.

He stayed sitting there looking at her gauging all the possible reason of her sudden mood shift.

Was is that time of the month? A voice inside him appealed. He frowned again at the thought. The back of his mind uphold the news of his departure as a possibility but he shoot that idea as he took a glance of her.

The possibility of that happening seemed next to impossible for Shuvro.

"So, I suppose you can spend some days with Kakima." Shuvro cleared his voice as he spoke up again. "Or maybe she can come..."

Interrupting his sentence she spoke up. "Even if you don't advice, I can think of myself Shuvro." Poignancy was prominent in her tone more than the roughness in her eyes.

"No. I mean..."

"As if I have some other options! Its not like I can tag along with you and you can think of asking me that. So better stay mum." She growled mildly standing up forcefully pushing the chair behind. The chair screeched a yearn at her.

Snatching the plates off the table and Shuvro almost making him jump she walked inside the kitchen.

He gawked at the way she went as all his thoughts doing the same with mouth open in surprise.

*

"Do you want to-to come with me?"

After a long streams of thought Shuvro asked her. She just got out of the washroom that was attached to their bedroom and instantly threw daggers from her eyes as his words left his mouth.

"Do you think I asked you that?"

Yes!

"No. I just..."

"Jesus!" With a furious speed she started folding her dresses. And sitting on the bed with hands in his laps Shuvro, being still in surprise was looking at her with mouth open in ajar. "I mean..." she spoke again. "I just said that was not an option for you to think. So stop just talking." Her examining eyes roamed over his face. Looking at his clueless face heaving a sigh she stormed again inside the washroom and coming back straight went to bed with thumping foot step...

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