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I take a deep breath, picking up my phone and call Avinash as she goes inside the washroom.

She is fûcking driving me crazy. Every time she's in proximity, every time she touches me, my body has a mind of it's own. I can feel the sparks elicited through my body at the mere contact of her skin with mine. Goosebumps and shivers running down my spine everytime she put her hands on me during the photography session.

And having to carry her up the stairs was hard. PAINFULLY HARD.

But atleast she had no idea, what I was going through until, my best friend decided to make it awkward with a honeymoon pack of condoms.

I had found a spare bedsheet and changed the one covered in rose petals and put the condoms pack away in my cupboard.

"What the fuck ? Avi.." I say as soon as he picks up.

"Hey.. The night not started yet ?" He says in his usual carefree voice.

"I'm gonna kill you.. Why did you leave that huge package on my bedside table ?" I say frustratedly running my hands through my hair.

"Becoz you will need it.. Most probably.. Oh my God.. Or you Won't.. are you ready for kids?" He exclaims elated. "I am so ready to be an uncle." He adds.

"Are you drunk ? We met this Sunday.. Today's Wednesday.. You need to know someone well to have kids with them.."

"No.. Bro.. Technically.. You met Saturday night.. When she came to post bail for Vishal.. Vikram.. Something like that.."

"Avi.. Just.. Just come online. Let's play a few matches of Pub G.. Sniper.. Before going to bed. Just let me change.."

"Are you mad ? You have my beautiful bhabhi (sister-in-law) in bed with you, and you want to play Pub-G?"

"Avi.. Do you want that leave for that trip with your family ?" I say using my boss voice.

"Yeah.. It's next to next weekend. For one week."he says not understanding my reference.

"Pick up your phone and come online, if you want me to sign your leave." I say and disconnect. I went towards the washroom and hear the shower run. This means she'll take time and I can just change here.

I take off my sherwani and traditional clothing and putting on my shorts.

Hold on.. I usually sleep in shorts ONLY.. But now that she's here, shorts will make me look so indecent. Should I wear a T-shirt ?

No.. Why should I change my lifestyle just because she's here ? I'm comfortable in shorts and I'll sleep in shorts.

Now.. I look at the bed perplexed. I sleep in the middle of the bed spread out like a star fish. But I can't do that either..

I choose the right side of the bed, since it's near to the charger and settle down putting on my headphones as Avinash comes online, with 2 other players making a team of four and we start playing.

"To your right." I hear Avi say as I turn the focus and shoot the enemy.

My animated character goes inside the nearby house in the game, finding an AMW. I was elated and jump out of the window to go for more kills as I see Avi walking towards me (in the game) with someone behind.

"Avi.. To your 4 o clock." I say as he turns to shoot.

That's when I hear the sound of clattering ivory bangles and a door being shut. I look up to see her exiting the washroom while drying her hair with a towel.

Fûck. She's beautiful. Even without the make up.. Her curly wet hair, fall on her front dripping a little water.

"What the hell.. I can't sleep in this bed if you wear that.." She screams and I could hear the other three laugh through the headphones.

"Bhai (bro), I think bhabhi wants you naked tonight." Avi says.

"Shut up and play.." I say and turn to look at my phone and there written on my screen was..

Fûck.. I got shot. Just becoz this crazy lady decided to interupt my gaming and I was too busy staring at her.

"I think.. You should give your attention to Bhabhi now." I hear him say and disconnect the audio. I close the app, and throw away my headphones.

"Do you have any idea, what you just did?" I say seething with anger as I get up from the bed, with the intention of using the restroom.

"Oh, I don't.. I request thee to edify me traverse the austerity of my deeds?" She murmurs to herself, drying and brushing her hair but I heard it.

"Did you just speak in Shakespeare?" I say wierdly amused and she immediately blushed embarrassed at being caught.

"Just wear your shirt.." She said putting the towel at the back of the chair to dry.

"First tell me what's with speaking Shakespeare.." I say as our eyes meet through the mirror when she stands there brushing her hair.

"Wear your shirt." She says.

"Shakespeare" I reply.

"Shirt"

"Shakespeare" i say again louder.

"Fûck off" she says going to the switch and fiddling with it, until she finds the right one and turns off the light.

"What the.. "

"Good night" she says getting in bed on the RIGHT side and taking the sheets over her.

"That was my side. I was just sitting there.. You saw it."

"Wear a shirt and I'll think about shifting." She mutters.

"Unbelievable.. THIS IS (I gesture to the bed with my index finger) MY (I point on my chest) BED."

"Already forgot the vows? What's yours is mine.. Dear husband. " she says sarcastically and turns to her side facing away from me.

"I hate married life" i mutter to myself, as I go to pee in my restroom and it had a strongly feminine floral scent.

When did she even carry her products inside? I thought and looked at the shelf filled shampoo, conditioner, face wash, body wash and ten other bottles.

I suck in a deep breath, ignoring it and do my business.

I walk out and get in the bed on the extreme left side and turning on my phone for another match. She turns to look at me, giving me the characteristic death glare that I got when I broke her piece of jewelry.

"What ?" I ask frustratedly as the game loaded.

"I can't sleep if there's light in the room." she says as I stare at the dim candles all around the room and she has a problem with my screenlight?

"Then don't sleep... Why do I care ?"

"Becoz you are my husband." She says with a tight lipped, cheshire grin.

"Whatever, I was just checking the time." I say and keep the phone aside.

The only reason, I lied was because it was her dad's surgery tomorrow and today must have been exhausting for her.

It had nothing to do with her using the husband card. I do not like the title.

And it has no effect on me.For a moment, it was like I was telling myself.

Those were the last words before she settled down for the night in MY bed. I've never been a fan of sharing and sharing with an ungrateful annoying freak.. God help me.

I kept my phone aside and laid down.

Sleep didn't come easy. How could it ? My life had just taken a 360 degree turn in a few days, for better or for worse.

I was lying in the bed, as the candles around us had almost melted and extinguished. I could sense her discomfort, by the excess movement in the sheets every few minutes. She was restless and I understood her. She was in a completely new place, surrounded by completely new people.

And I had not made it easier for her either. I sighed repenting all my immature actions, but it was not like she had cooperated very well or something. She was an equal participant of all the bickering and fighting.

I let my body relax, trying to get rid of the unsettling thoughts and go to sleep. I close my eyes and feel myself drifting, but my training in the police academy had taught me to always be aware of my surroundings. I could feel her twist and turn for the major part of the night. It wasn't until dawn, that maybe she assumed that I was fast asleep..

becoz that's when I hear it.

Sobs.. and very slow sounds of sniffles as if muffled by her hands or by burying her face in the pillow. Was she crying ?

I turn to look at her. She was facing on the opposite side, her back to me and her face partially covered by the folded pillow.

"Samayra" I whisper and sit up, turning on the bedside lamp, emitting a light glow and leaning on the headboard of the bed. I keep my hand on her shoulder and nudge her lightly rolling towards the middle of the bed.

She sobs harder, making my heart melt in guilt as I slowly pull the pillow away from her face.

Yes,I'm a strong man. But, I'm no monster. I couldn't let a woman who was supposed to share my home and my heart cry to sleep.

"Samayra" I say a little louder this time and she raises her head from the pillow. I couldn't see her clearly in the dim light, but I was aware of the proximity of her face since I had rolled over to her side, and she had tilted her head to look at me.

"What's wrong?" I ask tugging a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear as she sobs harder.

"Was it something I said?" I continue as she shakes her head vigouorusly and wipes her tears with her hands.

"What's going on.. Tell me.. I'll try and help." I say and was met with silence.

She thought for a while before finally speaking, "I sometimes speak to myself in Shakespeare, when I have a lot on my mind."

I chuckle a little at the literature nerd, I had just married and start cajoling her, running my hand through her hair on the pillow.

"And what 'lot' is going on in your mind?"

"Wear your shirt, first." she mutters feeling the heat of my naked torso on her back. I sigh and get up, finding a shirt and wearing it before sliding back in the bed behind her.

"I'm worried about Dad.. " she confesses in a low whisper, just as my ass touched the bed. She was still lying on her side in a fetal position, her face half burried in the pillow and her voice cranky, almost she's gonna cry again.

I slowly come to her side and put my arm underneath her head pulling her closer on my chest. She doesn't struggle, in need of a hug and physical affection, simply rolls over placing her head on my chest.

"Sssshhh" I smoothen her hair and whisper rubbing her back in slow circles. "It's gonna be okay. He's a strong man. He'll be fine."

"I hope so.." were the last words, I heard before a few sobs through which I comforted her by stroking her hair until I felt her breathing become regular. I stretch my long arm and turn off the lamp, sighing.

Just not how I wanted my wedding night to be.

I hate cuddling, feels like a parasite hindering the circulation to the body parts when asleep. But just hearing her breath and knowing she wasn't crying anymore was a big achievement.

Even if the college playboy had to cuddle with his wife, without getting any action.

Next morning.

I heard a knock on the door and looked down at Samayra peacefully sleeping on my chest, and my arm under her body before curving around, my hand on her waist

The knock sounded again as I gently slid her on the pillow and got up wearing my flip flops going to open the door.

"Good Morning, Mom" I say rubbing my eyes as she stands there with a worried look.

"Is she up?" she asks looking behind my back at a sleeping Samayra.

"NO, she slept at dawn due to the unfamilar place.. I guess. I'll wake her up a little before her Dad's surgery." I say hoping that mom wouldn't ask to wake her up, for some wedding ritual or something. She was clearly going through a lot and I wanted to let her sleep.

"Actually.." Mom said a little worried.

"What's wrong ?" I ask.

"Her phone is switched off, so her Mom called me. Her father had another stroke. She should reach the hospital immediately." She said and continued "but make sure she's dressed somewhat like a newly wed, You're grandmas gonna be here soon."

OH FUCK.

No.. Not Grandma..

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Author's note

You know it's one hell of a character if he's worried more about 'The Grandma' than his father-in-law's bypass surgery.

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