"Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage."
Ambrose Bierce
This tale is an attempt to prove the reverse or at least give it a chance.
Prologue
Her heart fluttered as she heard the key turn in the lock. She quickly adjusted her maroon silk sari with the yellow border, the one that had caught his eye, and waited for his footsteps.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Yes, exactly seven steps before he stopped, hesitated for a few moments, then removed his shoes one by one and arranged them neatly side-by-side on the shoe rack.
She smiled. He had been mindful of taking his shoes off every day. "I am not used to it, but I will if you want me to. It's probably a good thing to do anyway," he had said after she made her request.
He walked into the hall toward his favorite chair; he never sat on the settee beside her. As he settled down, he'd pick up the TV remote and, without looking at her, would speak in his smooth baritone, "So how did you spend your day, anything interesting?
She'd shake her head, still looking down, though out of the corner of her eye she'd steal glances at his feetthey were nice to look at, clean with well-manicured nailsthen realizing he was not looking at her, she would vocalize in the negative.
Her soft "no" would drown easily in the raucous loud blast from the game on TV. He probably didn't hear her; he probably didn't care.
Link to thread #1--
http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4744606
Links to my other stories--
The Accidental Wife: http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4772908
Milan(A Wedding Story)http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4888441
Geetanjali : http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4867830
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