Kabir's Diary || Thread 2|| UPDATED 17/5 PG 29 - Page 12

#713

Stressed.

She was not at all happy with this decision, but whatever I did, was, for her. She had lost her internship... And I have lost my job. But nothing of it mattered to me... It had to end, some time, some day. The people, there, were enormously wicked, and their mindsets... Were something, I had never imagined, nor I ever wanted to... But after many days, I could sleep in relief. She was in my arms... As I lied down on the bed.

"Kabir... What if, the baby wants to be with us...?" She asked. I was angry. "Nisha... Just don't behave crazy now... It is not possible," I said. "What if... I die, and the baby lives... With you... Forever, " She said, almost on the verge of crying. I warned to slap her, if she speaks another word. "I will never let this happen!!" I screamed on the top of my voice, as I marched off from there, in anger. Her ideas were making me crazy, and it was evident that she was getting too closer to the baby. I can't lose her at any cost!!

My mental health wasn't too good. I had started developing insecurity within myself. I had no job, and moreover, Nisha was threatening to leave me alone with the baby... It was as if something within my mind was rotting. It's been more than a week, being jobless like this. I just vented my frustration out on the wall, punching it again and again, with the same force. I was angry at everything about my life, Nisha, mainly. The thought itself that something might happen to her was probably eating me up from inside. I just walked out of the house to take a stroll, and for a moment, I felt like smoking, to relieve myself from this. I rubbished this thought, and walked ahead, but then, I finally gave in, and smoked. I remember, I was in the college, when I smoked for the first and last time. This habit wasn't good, but yeah, it did manage to give me my relief. But, I didn't want to smoke. She wouldn't like it, but, I was probably angry at her.

I walked back into the house... And saw her frantically marching to and fro... Waiting for me. I was so angry, that I didn't just bother to even look at her. I just went into the washroom, and banged the door at her, as she gawked at me in surprise. Also, I didn't want her to smell me, as I didn't want to get caught. Mom and Viraj were too confused to act. I just changed, and lied down, waiting for Nisha to come and sleep. I didn't switch off the lights. I just waited and waited, as it crossed 12:30 in the midnight... And she just didn't come. I walked out of the room to check on her, and saw her gorging on a pack of chocolate chip cookies and watching a horror movie on the television. "Has she actually gone mad?" I just went to her, and stood, crossing my arms and glaring her, until she saw me. She just stood questioningly.

"I thought you wouldn't want to sleep with me..." she said. "That doesn't mean that you will not sleep..." I said. "Stop being concerned... When you are angry... It makes me irresistible..." she said. "Don't irritate me... Just come and sleep.. " I said, but she was least bothered, as she continued watching the TV again. I was so pissed off, that I just forcefully took her into my arms, as she protested, and walked into our room, and threw her onto the bed. She glared at me like a five year old angry kid, whose candies were snatched from his hands. "Now, shut up, And sleep!" I ordered, as I walked out to shut the TV. She started muttering something under her breath... Probably cursing me, as she lied down and covered herself with the duvet. I just silently lied down beside her... And closed my eyes, to finally sleep, when she said, "I am scared... I can't sleep... Cuddle me..." she said. I just frowned... And took her into my arms, as she dug herself into me... Almost leaving no inch of space between us. "Who told you to watch the horror... Then?" I said, but no reply ever came, as she had dozed off already. I had become her relief. Comfort. I chuckled, looking at her. "How would've our baby been?" My mind questioned. "Just like her...only her..." My heart answered. I felt anxious. I was scared.

#716

Another year.

I woke up the next day, to a soothing massage over my back. So relieving, it was. I groaned, and yawned, as I woke up. She was sitting on my back. She bent down to my ear, and mumbled, "Sorry", and kissed the earlobe. She sat beside me, as I turned, to look at her. I was not angry, I was just disturbed. I had a pain within. She fondled her thumb over my cheek, and lied down, cuddling herself in my arms. I just wrapped my arm around her, though I didn't feel like. She played with my hair, and kissed, at the crook of my neck. "handsome turns 28 today..." She said, as she climbed over me, and started kissing me, all over my face... And lips.. Recklessly. I forgot that it was my birthday, and she remembered it. I was no more angry at her. She rested her forehead on the top of mine, and said, "Sorry... For the distance... It was never meant to be... You know, that I only love you... You don't need to fear anything..." against my lips.

I nodded my head, closing my eyes. She pecked on my forehead, and said, "I love you..." for which, I kissed at the tip of her nose, and said, "I love you too..."

She got off me, saying she wanted to cook something for me. I let her, as slowly, she is starting to learn how to cook. I smiled and went to freshen up.

I walked out of the washroom in my boxers and a towel around my neck, and went straight into the kitchen where Nisha was working. She was struggling really hard to make my favourite aloo paranthas. I just stood beside her, and chuckled, at the way she was trying to knead the dough. "Do you need my help?" I asked her, trying to be all serious, and covering my chuckles. "No...!" she threw an answer at me. "Still... I shall help you.." I said, as I went and stood behind her. A deadly combination of mischief and romance running in my mind. I spread my hands towards the bowl, tickling down her hands as I went to dip my hands in the bowl. Her fingers intertwined in mine, as we started kneading the dough together. I could see her tremble due to my touch. Our breaths hitched. I started tracing my lips across her hair, and ear, and her neck, down her shoulder, as I helped her knead the dough. She rested her head, back, on my shoulder, and smiled, as I placed trails of kisses along her neck. Her fingers, not moving anymore, in the flour, and it were my fingers, that supported them. She turned around to face me, as I continued kneading the dough. "I missed your touch so much!" she said, and her flour covered hands rested on my chest. I crashed my lips onto her lips, with an immediate effect. "You don't know... I almost fell into depression..." I said.

Her legs were trapped in between mine. Her lips fighting mine, in this race. Our tongues, moving in sync. She moaned, as I bit her lips, but continued to kiss me. It was a passionate, hot, and fiery kiss. My hands, now on her back, pulling her more and more towards me. Her hands, one in my hair, and the other, encircled around my neck. We broke apart, taking, heavy, shallow, breaths. Our faces all red, and lips swollen, and her clothes and my body, covered in flour. "You taste a bit like the pasta... That I made last night..." I said, making her blush. "I just tasted it... Before you came..." she said. We were standing too damn close. Our breaths were still not stable. My hands under her tank top, almost a little above, than it should have been. Her hands, encircled around my neck. "Let me cook the food now... Go..." She said, as she pushed me out of the kitchen. I never realised that our maid was already there, gawking at us, with her Jaws dropped to the floor. I chuckled seeing her face, and I just walked into the room, not embarrassing her more.

I changed into a set of new clothes, that Nisha brought for me last night. I liked them, a lot. I didn't know, what were my plans for today, but still, I will try my best, to enjoy it to the fullest.