ArHi Drabble Dabbles- Part 17 |Lesson Learnt| p74, 6/1/15 - Page 36

ArHi Drabble |Impossible is Nothing|

He had declared to her in the haughtiest of tones that nothing was impossible for him.

Now he wondered whether he had let his pride run ahead of him yet again.

Tightly clamping his teeth together to hold back the rather florid expletives sure to give away his predicament, Arnav focused on not self-destructing from impatience when yet another satiny strand slipped out of his fingers.

How come he had never realised just how silky her hair was?

It was not as though he had never known how it felt to the touch. He had lost count of the number of times his hands had come to life and delved themselves into her ebony tresses of their own accord, indulging in their velvet softness as they tickled across his calloused palms. He adored running his fingers through her hair- marvelling how the inky strands would slip through them when they lay side by side in the dark, and he was overcome by that irresistible urge to touch, to caress, his gently snoozing wife.

Was it really so unreasonable for him to request that she leave her hair down?

Well, perhaps request was stretching it- he had more or less ordered her to do it.

And Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada did not take lightly to being bossed about.

I'm the one who has to handle it, she had ranted at him, turning about as crimson as the saree as she had let him choose for her, as an unspoken tribute to their first, albeit more disastrous, Diwali together, You're not the one with your hair getting into your face and into your eyes when you're trying to get something done!

If she was stubborn, then he had to be twice as stubborn- that was how the dynamics of their relationship worked.

In hindsight, it was not the most practical of equations.

Just let it down for the time being, he had gruffly commanded, and that fierce glint in his wife's eyes had only glowed brighter, and he just had to add fuel to the fire, If just tying up your hair is so difficult for you, I'LL tie it up when you need it.

Also in hindsight, he ought to have realised from the unnervingly familiar, distinctly wicked smirk she threw his way that this was a bad idea.

And now they stood, barely concealed from the rest of the family and the furore of celebrations in the distance, where Khushi had triumphantly cornered him and presented him with a single long, ornate hairpin to tame the waterfall of curls cascading about her shoulders.

He couldn't keep it in anymore.

"This is impossible," he tried to be as clipped and matter-of-fact as possible, but it somehow came out sounding strangled, "You can't expect me to hold all your hair together with just one measly hair-pin."

He forwent mentioning how the locks kept slipping out of his grip every time he tried to bunch them together- or the resulting frustration.

Khushi glanced over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. "Giving up?"

Arnav scoffed, determined not to lose face. "As if. I should point out that it's a bit devious of you to cheat like this- it's clearly impossible to-"

But he couldn't fully finish his own rather devious provocations, designed to distract Khushi from another of their senseless challenges, when she whipped around and snatched the hairpin out of his hand.

And left him to watch, gobsmacked, as she twirled her hair into bun and stuck the pin through it, so swiftly that he barely caught the motions before she was done. A few strands fell loose and framed the sides of her face, touching lightly against her nape, but the majority of her silken locks were, in a miraculous, gravity-defying feat, wrapped into a loose bun- all held together with one long, slender hair-pin.

It took him a while before he managed to compose himself, wiping the stunned look off his face- by which time Khushi had skipped off and away from him.

And he would have been smarting from such humiliating defeat had Khushi not come for him just seconds later, her smile warm, her touch welcoming, her eyes beckoning him back to the midst of the festivities, their fight- if it even could be called that- instantly forgotten.

And as he let himself get tugged back into the heart of the celebrations, linking her arm through his as she did, he had to admit that he shouldn't have been surprised.

This was Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, after all. The girl- the woman- who had made him go back on all his cynical opinions of love and marriage, and brought him to his knees in his quest to bring her into his life.

For her, impossible was nothing.

Your thoughts, in exchange for this supremely random Drabble? :P