Adi-Metz FF: 'Marriage By Consent',16, Upd 05/02 - Page 15

Intro, Page 1

Part 1, Page 5

Part 2, Page 7

Part 3, Page 10

Part 4, Page 12

Part 5, Page 13

Part 6, Page 15

~MBC~ Part 6

"Grrr..." Ok, so my world seems to be going around... and I'm hearing things too now... "Grr..." What is happening, honestly... Irritated, I shook the steel utensil in my hand, thinking maybe it was that. And then, I continued… "Subah, poorey 10… nayi…" Dus…Ab yeh dus ke din gaye… (Ten… The ten days are gone…) I thought grieviously recalling that I am now a married woman in the eyes of more than just my "husband." Making a disgusted face, I sadly crossed out the 10 and marked down a 8 on my notepad… That should be a reasonable time to get up…Doh ghante mare gaye lekin! Frowning, I continued yet again with a heavy sigh… "Kharataein are a complete no-no… um…." (Snoring is a complete no-no… um…) … "Grrr…" Khasma nu khana… What is that freak'in noise?!… And then it suddenly dawned on me… as the pen fell from my fingers, I realized the source of the growling… tracing it towards my stomach. Ok, so no one in the house, then why is the colour racing to my cheeks? Uff… Thank the lord no one is here!… Lekin, ab ye bhook ka kya karoon… Hai Rabji… (But, what am I supposed to do about this hunger now… Hai Rabji…). Unknowingly, my fingers had found the pen once again and I was lazily tapping it on my lips, trying to get the thought of food away from my crowded mind. After a few very long minutes of desperate thinking, I looked back at my notepad in defeat… Shaadi hai yaan sazaa…Doh ghante hogaye, aur maine kuch khaya bhi nahin…Chal Maithali, kuch hi dino ki baat hai…Phir bas tu aur… Manthan… (Is this marriage or punishment… Two hours passed, and I haven't had anything to eat… Ok Maithali, its only a matter of a few days… Then just you and… Manthan…). My heart swelled in delight at the thought…

Curses… "Kaun kambaqt…" A thick flicker of irritancy swept into my veins as voices threaded through the door cracks. Giggles. Mentally, I made a note to kill my "nanad" (sister-in-law) when the chance came, Tannu ki bachi… Aakhir bahar chal kya raha hai… (… What is going on outside…) I thought disinterestedly. I just wanted to slip back into blissful thoughts of Manthan and I…

"Sss…" I let out a whispered yelp oblivious to what had hit me. Looking up, I realized indeed, I did not know what hit me… Two dark mirrors bore into mines… all I could see through them, was I. For a moment I looked on startled, unable to move. Slowly, the dusky features etched into the blank sheet of my mind… Still in a strange sense of paralysis, I sensed the closeness of the voice… "Just wanted to see how my dulhan looked in her wedding outfit…" Feeling his lips brush past my ear, I managed to blink… and blink some more. Hold on, I had been so engrossed in my thoughts that I had forgotten to entirely lift my ghoonghat (a task now completed by my beloved husband – read, sarcasm)… and what did he just say?!… Dulhan…I must have heard wrong… but then why is he staring at me like… like… Ok, so want to say something… only thing is, what? Hai rabba! Why does the mind hit zero just when you need it the most! Fitteh muh… So… uh… my list… my list! What is he doing taking my list away from me… Ok, so why can't I seem to respond right now either, at this crucial minute. I didn't get bitten or anything… Hai Rabji, do something! So he's reading my list and… smirking? Dude, this is no laughing matter, wohe list par jo bhi hai, its written in stone you hear! Well I guess I might need to voice them first.

"Kuch kaha tumne?" Why does he have to speak like that… ugh… and why am I perspiring… Damn that voice! Ok that's it. Feeling behind me, I moved slightly back and stared at him… hard. Why isn't he looking at me… Grabbing my list from his hand, I forced his attention towards myself. That's better… Hold on… why must you stare like that… Hai rabba! Turning my eyes over the little list, I scanned the contents trying to think of what other necessities must be added there. Hm… what else… Where was I? Ah, no snoring, bathroom… lips… LIPS! Curving my eyes slightly, I noticed his lips parted ever so slightly, turn upwards… lightly. Bandar ki aulad, tujhe koi aur kaam nahin kya! *sigh*…

*Gulp* Why are you coming near me… Ye meri taraf kyun a raha hai? (Why is he coming towards me?). The uncertainty struck a rare nerve, I realize as I push further back into the pillow behind. My heart… it's going to fall out. Nervousness crept within me… it's creeping within me. Lord help the helpless! Wait, whose helpless… Sherni bann Maithali, the true Punjaban way! Yes… yes… Sherni… sherni gayi ghaas charne! (Yes… yes… Lioness… went to graze grass!) I can feel the warm breath tickle my senses, as it meets with the skin right below my right ear… Freeze.

"Waise the cockroach quite accents your outfit na?"

He's retreating… *sigh* Nausea waving over my head… I ran a nervous hand over the side of my face, a sliver of relief entering into my crowded realm… Cockroach…outfit… "COCKROACH!!!… kahan hai cockroach," I wondered aloud. Before anything else could cross my mind, I jumped from my spot… Damn heavy skirt! Landing without much into the next available "safe-spot" I could fathom in my distress. Grabbing hold of the first thing I could, I attempted to shield myself from what I could not see… Turning my head slightly to the side, I grabbed tighter to my shield… my shield… my shield… Slowly, but surely enough, my terrified gaze shifts towards… my shield. A pair of suspiciously deep eyes smiled into my amazed ones. Almost immediately, my grip loosened on the material of his top, while I retreated my vision to a place to hide… none. Fitteh muh… why does this always happen to me? Hai Rabba!

Getting up, I turned my eyes to everywhere but him, knowing the warmth on my cheeks to go readily into a blaze. So began looking… for what? God knows! Lord! Is it just me or the temperature just blew the roof…Koi bachao. "I uh… wohe… cockroach…" Then it struck me. Turning around, I gave him a hard stare. "Mujhe… mujhe sirf cockroach p-p-pasand nahin hain… But, I'm not afraid of anything else… or nobody else." I don't want him to think that anything will go, even if others deem us husband-wife… no way. I could almost feel the amusement etch into his face.

(Adi)

Sincere. The word struck me vividly as I surfaced her honest eyes. Lying is such an art… but only certain ones have skills to master it. Recalling her uncertain words of the past minute, I could sense the smile bloom within me… threatening to pour into a laugh. But then, resistance is a virtue… Getting up, I slowly began to undue the buttons of my top… what do they call these things again?… Ah, a sherwani. The smile disappeared, as the new shades in her gaze read aloud her quandary.

(End Adi)

The nervous dupatta slipped through my fingers as I noticed the feet taking nonchalant strides… towards me. From toe to top… top! Why is he opening those buttons… and coming towards me. Hai Rab ji, ye toh pagal ho gaya hai… meri raksha kariyo! (Oh god, he has gone made… save me!). "Uh… Dekho tum… Me… Ad…" Satyanaas, what is his name! "V-v-Vikram…" Is that it? Well whatever it is, or was, I am certain to not recall it now… as he lifts the crme material over his head revealing parts of skin peeking through an under-shirt. * Gulp* Hai Rab ji… please help karo!

My heart is indeed going to pop out… I can feel it… pounding against my ribcage, demanding freedom. Somebody stop this madman! Closing my eyes I silentely prayed that this was only a nightmare… my chest silently heaving to the silent thudding in my ears…

"Aditya Mehra… Vikram-Aditya-Mehra." Pause… "Tumhaari list… kaafi tayari se likhi hai…" (Your list… quite ready it is…). The thick voice lingered in my estranged bubble for an inexplicable minute as I tried to decipher what was happening… where I was… whom am I?! I can still feel the cool tip of his breath mingle with the burning of my skin. Slowly, torturously, I open my eyes. He's staring at me again… but his expressions are beyond me… Dammit, he's beyond me! Uff… Why can't I think straight. My head is feeling heavy too, and I finally realize that he's walking away. As I observe him fidgeting through the closet on the other end of the room, I still feel light-headed. Breathe Maithali. The subconscious reminder was perfect-timing. I realize I have been holding my breaths the entire time! Oh…Soch, kuch soch… Oh! My list… Ah haa! Seeing it lying lifelessly on the ground, I felt irritated again. How did a thing of such importance land so invaluably upon the floor!

Back to square one. "Waise, tumhaari list par sona par aur kuch toh likha nahin hai…" (But your list says nothing else regarding sleeping arrangements…). The tone in his voice made the hairs on my back strike up… with fury of course! How could I forget something so important. "Usme kya hai, main bed par aur tum sofey par soho ge," (What's with that, I'm on the bed and you're going to sleep on the sofa) I stated in a very matter-of-fact, obvious way while he paused in his endeavour now turning to face me. I give him a very nonchalant address before turning to the side and slowly beginning to remove my earrings. Good lord, I must weigh a ton with this stuff!

For a blissful pause, I continued my doing while standing afore the dresser mirror. It almost felt like there was no one else in the room. "Sweetheart, I think you've forgotten. But this is my room, so obviously bed bhi mera hi hai." I stood paralysed again, trying to comprehend when it was that he had come towards me… leaned into my shoulder… whispered in my ear… and went into the closed door on the side. Dumbfounded, I walked towards the suitcase sitting next to the spacious, comfortable looking, four-poster bed. Sigh. Reaching low, I grabbed the bag and placed it on the bed, slowly opening the zipper. Kya sochta hai wohe. Main… Main sofey par sohoongi, never! So thinking, I resolved to use this time to slip into my night robe.

Ah, that feels so much better. Brushing out the unseen knots in my hair, I gazed dreamily into nowhere. Rudely interrupted, I looked up at the voice poking through the once closed door. "Aur haan…" Pause. I stared at him dressed in those black sweats and topless-top… Topless! He really has no shame. He's coming here again… Getting up, I silently observed him run the towel over his face, stopping just inches away from me. For an endless moment, I felt the eyes cloud over me as though trying to remember… or forget… And then they were unreadable, again. "Waise, main ek generous gentleman hoon. Chaho to tum bhi bed par soh sakti ho, I have no problem." (However, I am a generous gentleman. If you wish, you can also sleep on the bed, I have no problem). Damned half-smile. "Lekin mujhe problem hai!" I stated directly, while he just continued around to the bed. "Main… Main tumhaare saath… ek bed par, no way! Tumhe sofey par sona hoga." The tone of my voice should be demanding enough. Then why isn't he paying any attention to me. Breathe… Closing my eyes, I opened them again. That's it. Quickly, I walked over to the other side of the bed, where he is lying, fidgeting with his watch… Watch! Forgodsake. Pulling the gadget away from his hands, I pulled his gaze back towards mine. "Tumne kuch sunnah?" (Did you hear something?), I demanded.

(Adi)

"Sunnah… lekin tumne kya kaha?" (Heard… but what did you say?). Again, the strange content waved over me. She was indeed a great observation. Especially those eyes. Extending a hand, I pulled at her hand containing my watch… my attention never leaving her face. Rage certainly accents her features in a rare, endearing way. Her soft tendrils came as a silky wave over my face… tickling my skin as though having a mind of its own. "Bed toh ek hi hai… Aur main toh kahin jaane wala nahin…Ab tum sochlo, bed… yaan, sofa." Her eyes were dark now… but glowing. Casually, I let go of her wrist while the fire afore blazed and smothered, and reappeared as I looked back at my watch. Filling my attention at the silver gadget, my eyes silently betrayed the mute sense of control veiling over me as they wandered secretly to where the furious lady retired on the plush sofa. Unwillingly, my mouth curved faintly at the ends as I set the watch aside, before allowing the night to wave over.

*~*

Khota… marjana… ulu da phata…What exactly does he think of himself? And what does he think… mujhe pastries banani nahin aati. (…I don't know how to make pastries) I'll show that good-for-nothing laughing langoor. As I pressed the dough together upon the floured board, such wonderful thoughts ran through my mind. I conjured up endless names for my so-called husband who seems to think that I, Maithali Mehra, cannot make a few pastries. Freeze. My thoughts and the mechanical movement of my arms came to an abrupt stop as I rewinded the stray mention of the name in my mental venting. Maithali Mehra. Mehra… Mehra… Mehra. Its confirmed, that idiot has been affecting my head… how else could Agarwal be replaced with… Mehra. Sheesh.

Stupid hair. Irritated to the core, my eyes narrowed disapprovingly at the disobedient strands of hair having escaped my hasty attempt at a bun. This is not the way it's supposed to be happening. Turning my wrist around, I attempted to remove the irritants away with the back of my flour-laden hand. One… two… three… I watched as the thin tresses fell stubbornly forth, once again blocking my already frustration-clogged vision. Ok… Again, I moved the back of my hand to remove the hair… And again, it refused to abide. Unknowingly, I pushed a tight fist into the shapeless dough.

"Main kuch madat karoon…" Instantly, my attention directed towards the doorframe upon which he leaned.

Honestly, if looks could kill, you would be a dead man Vikram-Aditya Mehra, I thought amused. Crossing my arms a little looser around my chest, I let an entertained smile spread silently across my lips. I watched as her startled eyes changed shades like the rainbow peeking through the glass sliding door behind her.

What does he think of himself! Laughing langoor, I'll show you! So thinking, I turned my valuable attention back towards the dough. "Mujhe koi madat nahin chahiye. I'm quite fine,actually," I stated with as much flatness as the dough I was rolling down with a pin now. Damn, freak'in hairs… Kaash ke main… No, Manthan wouldn't like me bald…Arghhh…Puckering my lips together again, I exhaled deeply, conscious of the amused eyes following my every movement. Lifting the back of my hand once again, I pushed back the errant. Alas… Hold on. The hair on the back of my neck suddenly seemed to stand up. It was as though someone had blown a cool whiff against the base of it. And why can't I think…Its like someone had taken an eraser and smudged all my thoughts. Hai Rabba… Focus Maithali… Focus…Immobile, but my eyes were thankfully functioning. I quickly took a few blinks to make sure. Big sigh. Slowly, my muscles relaxed… though I could still feel their rigidity. Amidst the unexpected tension, I had forgotten the other presence in the kitchen. Turning my head, my eyes detected only the empty space moments before occupied by him. For a moment, I felt a thin trace of… What was it… disappointment… No! Normalcy is impossible when you're living with a lunatic!

Thus comforting myself, I re-attempted the endeavour. Stupid pastries. My thoughts returned now, full-force of irritancy. The scene at the morning dinning table entered into the realm of my flour-pasted mind. I don't know why, but butterflies were swimming in my stomach since the morning… The morning. How could I forget that. Lifting the back of my hand to my cheek disinterestedly, I realize my cheeks are warm… burning… Hai Rab ji!

*Flashback

Mm…I could see the red of my inner eyelid now… as the birds poured sweet melody into my ears. A refreshed smile touched upon my lips lazily as I stretched out my legs and yawned sluggishly. Slowly, I opened my eyes to the scene. Hold on. Where am I? The thought shot panic through my veins… As a matter of fact, I can feel it in my every nerve, this very minute! With a start, I lifted myself up, only to be pushed back down… and that's when it struck me. Khote da puttar! Satyanaas… And then I remembered, I was on the aching, miserable sofa last night while this idiot… But I am on the sofa… and so is he!

Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: meharbibi

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy👏👏👏

im so glad you updated absolutely loved it😃😃😃

and metz thoughts are so funny and absolutely crack up when she swears at adi in her head my personal favourite would have to be "laughing langoor"😆😆😆lolz

and my best would have to be the end where adi sleeps next to her on the sofa it was sooooooo cute

please update soon cant wait for the next chapter

love

mehar😃

Originally posted by: tsamhita

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you updated!!!!!!!!!! lekin teri toh!! you left it on a clifhanger!! that too such a good one!!

mwahaha i'm loving your ff!! i feel like a greedy child pigging out on forbidden chocolates hehe your ff is soooooo addictive neetu! lol mnow just make sure you don't make us wait too long for teh next one😉lol

Love how adi smirks and how maithili is at a loss of words everytime he comes close to her! can't wait for the next part!!!

Originally posted by: --arti--

Wah! Amazing part! Loved the interplay of emotions.. always, always a pleasure reading your descriptions of those inner thoughts. Bravo!

Originally posted by: Robin_M

wow they are officially married now! this is getting really entertaining! lets see how long these two can resist each other!!! and how can you leave it at such an interesting part?!?! how and why is he on the sofa with her??? hehe cant wait to find out! and i would love to see more of adis point of view, see how he feels about her! well please try not to keep us wainting too long, update soon! ill be waiting :)