"Aaaoouhhhh.. Oh ma..oh god, its paining. Ssssss...." Its seriously paining. Damn, why did I punch so hard?

Oh no. Please don't think Rohit is yelling out of pain. It's me. It's me who got hurt. Because that notorious gorilla with his super reflex had moved aside and my fist had landed on the wall, hard and fast. Oh ma! I guess I fractured my fingers!

"Poor baby... ha ha ha.." his roars of laughter sparked my brain like anything. And then...

Rohit's eyes were almost out of the sockets. "Aaaahhhhh... arrrre you madd?" he yelled teary eyed, rubbing his chest.

"Poor baby... ha ha ha.." I mimicked him, shrugging off the hair that I had pulled off his chest.

"Now, we are equal. Happy?"

"Yes, very happy. Now please do me a favour and have your meds." With that, I handed him the packets and water bottle.

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Completing dinner with the leftovers of the noon, we settled on the couch. 'Important meeting' he had said.

I kept switching through channels, while Rohit continued his phone call. I am telling you, two more minutes and if he doesn't show up, I am going to ditch this so called important meeting.

"Sorry." He looked at me apologetically. I shrugged moving aside making space for him to sit. See, so generous of me. But of course, the devil had other plans. He settled on the floor in front of me. Handing me a bottle of coconut oil, he pressed his head onto my lap. Wow! So this is his 'important meeting'. Holy Christ!

"Please..."

And I don't know when and why my fingers ran through his hair pressing his scalp at right places. Well, I didn't have options also. His headaches were bad. Bad enough, to kill his sleep for the night! And I cannot afford that. Can I? Come on, humanity exists and I am not a monster. Though I know, most of you think me so.

His satisfying moans filled my ears. And then, "Your hands work like magic." More than his words, what I actually felt was those bristles pressing my palms.

"Rohit!" I withdrew my hands in utter shock. He looked at me. His eyes... umm... were different.

"Now, you need to listen to me without answering back. Am I clear?"

"I thought we were discussing."

"Hira, for once just keep that little mouth of your shut, and listen to me. Or I know how to make a girl shut her mouth."

Ahh! The jerk is back. Gone was that softness in his eyes, that velvet in his voice. Meathead, jerk, idiot, king kong, hulk.. ugh! I am at loss of adjectives. Right now, I feel like punching him straight into his nose, but I did not forget the way he sprang away and I ended up hurting myself. Off! This is so frustrating. I fed him medicine on time, gave him a wonderful head message and look at the way he is treating me. What an ungrateful brat!

"So, Hira Lahiri, point one: Devide your jewelleries into the regular ones, and occasional ones. Keep a few occasional ones with you. Rest, will be kept in the bank locker. I have already spoke to the bank manager and applied for the same. You have a whole day with you. Day after tomorrow, that is Tuesday, I will take a half day leave, and will take you to the bank. Though its safe here in township but a stitch in time saves nine. So, you better keep them in locker."

I batted my eyes in surprise. What is this? Rohit is so well organised; I never saw his, this side before. He started again.

"Point two: Coming Saturday, we have to attend a marriage reception, so you better be ready with you dress, jewelleries, etc. Sometime in the mid of week, go to some parlour, and do the necessities. I didn't have the time to arrange a appointment this time. But dare you ditch the parlour. And don't come up with the bullshits of 'natural beauty, style, elegance'. I know you have those, but sometimes, make up and styling is really required. I am a very honest man, I can't butter you with sugary compliments of 'you the most beautiful girl in the world, bla bla'. So, no doubt you are very beautiful, but yes, here you have competitors of your beauty. So you better get ready. I don't know, if it's a consolation but wives here are mostly housewives or doing some 9 to 5 jobs. You are the different one. And just these 7 days is very less time for everyone to realise your talent. So, you better do as I say."

I am at loss of my words. Am I some part of competition? Or a trophy? Rohit's words were like lashes on my heart. Is he ashamed of me? Why did he marry me then, when he wants to change me? And why is this reception so important? I hardly know anyone here, and already he is putting me up in a rat race! But out of everything, all I could as was, "Whose marriage reception are we going to attend?"

He made a poker face, and then grinned. "Our, idiot."

"Oh god, you are such a stupid girl Hira. I have to throw a party in honour of our marriage, and god! I want you look the most beautiful bride here. Please. Do at least this for me."

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