Drabble: Abhi's problem
Ever since Pragya proposed to Abhi, he was in a mess.
Of course because he believed he needed to answer her. It also meant he needed to break her heart because he thought he loved Tannu and not her.
But that was not his problem entirely.
It was a problem that he couldn't share with anyone although he never kept secrets with himself.
He couldn't even discuss this particular problem with himself.
It was easy for him to ward off the problem when he saw her covering herself with dupatta the
second night of their marriage. He convinced himself that he was supposed to hate her.
But the problem grew when she would fall and he would catch her- with the fresh scent of neem
that lingered with him after she moved away- the smell that he loved beyond any exotic perfume.
Later, he figured out she is a good match for his argumentative self and he distracted himself by picking up fights with her.
Then he brushed the problem off by playing silly around her.
He often quoted his girlfriend to himself and her when the problem seemed to go beyond control.
If he thought about it, the hint of this problem was there even before their marriage, in those times he met her on accidental encounters.
But now that she had proposed, it had come to his neck.
Worse was when he saw even her fantasizing about him.
It all meant he had rights.
Although he had never believed in his rights because he thought they were sham.
So the problem was-
He had been always thankful she wore chatris that covered her but hated how his imagination ran wild after that.
And that he couldn't ever forget lanky legs that he saw when she wore a short dress by chance.
And he hated her when she wore sarees, and she wore them often these days, and they escalated the problem.
So in short,
The problem was she was his wife, she loved him and she gave him rights.
The problem was he was not supposed to. But he was. It was more than it had ever been to any other...
He was attracted to his wife.