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An original ROSID short story by Roli Siddhant (archana vinod)
IN ROSID'S BEDROOM - PAST MIDNIGHT
Siddhant and Roli are tucked under the blankets, fast asleep.
The digital clock on the side table ticks past 12:30 AM.
Just then, a SHRILL WHISTLE echoes in the silence. Siddhant wakes up with a start. He looks around. Did he hear something? He glances over at Roli. She is happily asleep, her eyes darting back and forth under her eyelids. Obviously dreaming.
Siddhant slowly settles down to sleep again. Maybe it was all in his imagination.
TOOOTTT! Siddhant sits up. It's that shrill whistle again. Where is it coming from?
TOOOTT! Again! Siddhant hastily turns on the table lamps. He takes a good look at Roli. Was it her? Nah, can't be. She's in a very deep sleep. But someone did. Who could it be? Who's whistling at this ungodly hour? He walks over to the windows and peeks outside cautiously. No one. Nothing.
TOOOT! Again! Siddhant swerves around. He could swear it came from Roli's side.
Roli is still asleep. Or is she?
Siddhant gets closer to her. She's still asleep... but with a smile on her face.
"Aha! Gotcha!" he laughs, "whistling eh? Thought you could fool me?"
But she pays no attention to him. She's still asleep'. Still smiling. This time... She has a broad grin. She mumbles something. Then... she chuckles to herself. Siddhant watches her, amused. Is she dreaming?
Then... Out of the blue... TOOOT! Roli whistles.
Siddhant jumps back, startled.
TOOOT! She whistles again.
"Roli!" Siddhant cries out.
"Cheater cock!" she laughs and TOOOTS again.
Siddhant grabs Roli by her shoulders and shakes her hard. "Roli!"
TOOOT!
"Oye! Heroine! Wake up!" He shakes her hard. But she doesn't wake up. God!! What kind of a woman!!! He looks around and finds a jug of water on the table. Maybe sprinkling some water over her face should work. Siddhant reaches out for the jug. But...
"Hey! No cheating! Cheater cock! GOAL!" Roli KICKS HARD. Straight into Siddhant's knee.
Siddhant collapses instantly beside the bed. It was a solid kick that would put the great Messi to shame. He is blinded by pain. Also deaf and dumb!
"GOAL! GOAL! I WIN!" Roli jumps up on her bed, as if she just won the FIFA tournament.
Roli slowly looks around. This is no stadium. No one to cheer on either! Just walls! And a couch. And a bed. And Siddhantji... on the ground. Was I dreaming?
She settles down looking disappointed. Aw. It was just a dream. But smiles... it was an awesome dream. Bing! Did I see Siddhantji on the ground!!?
Yes she did - Siddhant. Sitting on the floor. Cradling his blasted knee. His face all red and screwed up.
"Siddhantji? What are you doing down there? What's going on?" asks Roli.
Siddhant wants to take it out on her, full swing. What a stupid question!!! But he can hardly talk. He can see nothing but stars. And birds...
"You kicked me!" he growls in agony.
Roli looks at him for a moment, dumbfounded, and then realizes what could have happened.
She gasps and throws herself beside him. "Oh my God! Are you okay? Where did I kick you?"
He shows his knee. Still angry and in pain.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry! It was an accident. I'll get some balm. Or should I get some ice?"
She jumps to her feet and prepares to run for first aid but Siddhant grabs her by the hand and pulls her down. She lands like a sack of rice beside him.
"Siddhantji!" she begins.
"Shut up and sit down!" he orders.
"But you are hurt!" she protests.
"I said Chup'! Shut up! Finger on your lips! Chup!" He hisses. Roli obeys diligently, like a little girl. "Stop!" he demands. "Stop freaking out. It'll be okay in sometime. We'll go for balm and all that nonsense if it's required."
"But""
"No buts. Let's get to bed. Enough of all this Asian and Olympic games." Siddhant slowly gets to his feet and limps his way to the bed. "Ouch!!" he freezes with a shock of pain.
"Siddhantji!" Roli jumps to help him. He slowly settles down. "Easy, careful!" Roli helps him to lie down and sits beside him.
"Oh God! I have to give a very important presentation at work tomorrow. And here I am, walking like a duck." Siddhant worries. "I think I've got a knee dislocation or something. If someone asks me what happened, what will I tell them? That my wife broke my leg?"
Roli feels so awfully guilty. "I'll call the doctor right away!"
"No re, baba. I was just kidding. I'm alright." Siddhant laughs.
Roli is not convinced. Siddhant sees the tension written all over her face.
"Vaise bhi, if you had broken my knee by any chance, I would have broken your head." Siddhant says in an as a matter of fact' way.
Roli couldn't believe herself. He would dare to do that? "What? What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"No! You said you'll break my head. Huh? Will you?" She is all set now. To fight. Siddhant slowly backs up sensing the danger. At the same time, amused.
"No, No, it was a joke. I won't break your head." Siddhant retaliates, "moreover, it's pointless breaking your head. There's nothing in it."
"WHAT?" shouts Roli.
Siddhant bursts out laughing. He enjoys teasing her. Roli smiles. She loves it when he teases her. "You're evil." She grins. "I know," laughs Siddhant. "Chalo, let's sleep," he says and turns off the light.
The room is engulfed in darkness once more. The couple slowly settles down.
"By the way," begins Siddhant, "what were you up to anyway?"
Roli is surprised. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, why were you whistling and jumping around? Not to mention... that flying kick you gave me. I have told you so many times not to watch all those Kung fu movies."
Roli laughs. "Oh! That! I had a very funny dream... exciting actually."
Siddhant looks up to the ceiling as if all hope is lost. "Hey Uparwaale," he sighs deeply, "why are you putting me through all this?"
"Arrey! Why are you dragging God into this?" protests Roli, "it's just a dream," she smiles again as she begins to recollect her exciting' dream. "You know... when I was a small kid..."
"Yeah, right," Siddhant teases, "when you were a small kid. When did you grow up by the way?"
"Siddhantji!" she punches him in the arm. He bursts out laughing. "You want to listen to my dream or no?"
"Haan baba, shoot."
"When I was a small kid na," she begins again in a childish voice, "I used to play football with my cousin Neeraj... So..." Her voice trails away as she notices Siddhant struggling to contain his laughter. "Why are you laughing?"
Siddhant snorts. Bursts out into laughter. "Football? You?"
"So what? What's wrong? I was great at sports!" she protests.
"I know! But! I just can't imagine! You yourself were round and chubby like a football..." Siddhant laughs so hard he is red in the face.
Roli feels annoyed. "Jao! Cutty! I don't want to talk to you." She jumps up and prepares to leave the room. But Siddhant instantly grabs her by the arm and yanks her down. She lands right over him, hastily pulls herself up only to see Siddhant looking into her eyes. He isn't laughing anymore. But he has got that look in his eyes. The kind of look he gave her when he's looking right through her... into her soul.
"I love to kick you around. My beautiful little football." He says quietly.
Roli smiles and rests on him as she drifts off to sleep. She loves being kicked around too.
Siddhant and Roli are tucked under the blankets, fast asleep.
The digital clock on the side table ticks past 12:30 AM.
Just then, a SHRILL WHISTLE echoes in the silence. Siddhant wakes up with a start. He looks around. Did he hear something? He glances over at Roli. She is happily asleep, her eyes darting back and forth under her eyelids. Obviously dreaming.
Siddhant slowly settles down to sleep again. Maybe it was all in his imagination.
TOOOTTT! Siddhant sits up. It's that shrill whistle again. Where is it coming from?
TOOOTT! Again! Siddhant hastily turns on the table lamps. He takes a good look at Roli. Was it her? Nah, can't be. She's in a very deep sleep. But someone did. Who could it be? Who's whistling at this ungodly hour? He walks over to the windows and peeks outside cautiously. No one. Nothing.
TOOOT! Again! Siddhant swerves around. He could swear it came from Roli's side.
Roli is still asleep. Or is she?
Siddhant gets closer to her. She's still asleep... but with a smile on her face.
"Aha! Gotcha!" he laughs, "whistling eh? Thought you could fool me?"
But she pays no attention to him. She's still asleep'. Still smiling. This time... She has a broad grin. She mumbles something. Then... she chuckles to herself. Siddhant watches her, amused. Is she dreaming?
Then... Out of the blue... TOOOT! Roli whistles.
Siddhant jumps back, startled.
TOOOT! She whistles again.
"Roli!" Siddhant cries out.
"Cheater cock!" she laughs and TOOOTS again.
Siddhant grabs Roli by her shoulders and shakes her hard. "Roli!"
TOOOT!
"Oye! Heroine! Wake up!" He shakes her hard. But she doesn't wake up. God!! What kind of a woman!!! He looks around and finds a jug of water on the table. Maybe sprinkling some water over her face should work. Siddhant reaches out for the jug. But...
"Hey! No cheating! Cheater cock! GOAL!" Roli KICKS HARD. Straight into Siddhant's knee.
Siddhant collapses instantly beside the bed. It was a solid kick that would put the great Messi to shame. He is blinded by pain. Also deaf and dumb!
"GOAL! GOAL! I WIN!" Roli jumps up on her bed, as if she just won the FIFA tournament.
Roli slowly looks around. This is no stadium. No one to cheer on either! Just walls! And a couch. And a bed. And Siddhantji... on the ground. Was I dreaming?
She settles down looking disappointed. Aw. It was just a dream. But smiles... it was an awesome dream. Bing! Did I see Siddhantji on the ground!!?
Yes she did - Siddhant. Sitting on the floor. Cradling his blasted knee. His face all red and screwed up.
"Siddhantji? What are you doing down there? What's going on?" asks Roli.
Siddhant wants to take it out on her, full swing. What a stupid question!!! But he can hardly talk. He can see nothing but stars. And birds...
"You kicked me!" he growls in agony.
Roli looks at him for a moment, dumbfounded, and then realizes what could have happened.
She gasps and throws herself beside him. "Oh my God! Are you okay? Where did I kick you?"
He shows his knee. Still angry and in pain.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry! It was an accident. I'll get some balm. Or should I get some ice?"
She jumps to her feet and prepares to run for first aid but Siddhant grabs her by the hand and pulls her down. She lands like a sack of rice beside him.
"Siddhantji!" she begins.
"Shut up and sit down!" he orders.
"But you are hurt!" she protests.
"I said Chup'! Shut up! Finger on your lips! Chup!" He hisses. Roli obeys diligently, like a little girl. "Stop!" he demands. "Stop freaking out. It'll be okay in sometime. We'll go for balm and all that nonsense if it's required."
"But""
"No buts. Let's get to bed. Enough of all this Asian and Olympic games." Siddhant slowly gets to his feet and limps his way to the bed. "Ouch!!" he freezes with a shock of pain.
"Siddhantji!" Roli jumps to help him. He slowly settles down. "Easy, careful!" Roli helps him to lie down and sits beside him.
"Oh God! I have to give a very important presentation at work tomorrow. And here I am, walking like a duck." Siddhant worries. "I think I've got a knee dislocation or something. If someone asks me what happened, what will I tell them? That my wife broke my leg?"
Roli feels so awfully guilty. "I'll call the doctor right away!"
"No re, baba. I was just kidding. I'm alright." Siddhant laughs.
Roli is not convinced. Siddhant sees the tension written all over her face.
"Vaise bhi, if you had broken my knee by any chance, I would have broken your head." Siddhant says in an as a matter of fact' way.
Roli couldn't believe herself. He would dare to do that? "What? What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"No! You said you'll break my head. Huh? Will you?" She is all set now. To fight. Siddhant slowly backs up sensing the danger. At the same time, amused.
"No, No, it was a joke. I won't break your head." Siddhant retaliates, "moreover, it's pointless breaking your head. There's nothing in it."
"WHAT?" shouts Roli.
Siddhant bursts out laughing. He enjoys teasing her. Roli smiles. She loves it when he teases her. "You're evil." She grins. "I know," laughs Siddhant. "Chalo, let's sleep," he says and turns off the light.
The room is engulfed in darkness once more. The couple slowly settles down.
"By the way," begins Siddhant, "what were you up to anyway?"
Roli is surprised. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, why were you whistling and jumping around? Not to mention... that flying kick you gave me. I have told you so many times not to watch all those Kung fu movies."
Roli laughs. "Oh! That! I had a very funny dream... exciting actually."
Siddhant looks up to the ceiling as if all hope is lost. "Hey Uparwaale," he sighs deeply, "why are you putting me through all this?"
"Arrey! Why are you dragging God into this?" protests Roli, "it's just a dream," she smiles again as she begins to recollect her exciting' dream. "You know... when I was a small kid..."
"Yeah, right," Siddhant teases, "when you were a small kid. When did you grow up by the way?"
"Siddhantji!" she punches him in the arm. He bursts out laughing. "You want to listen to my dream or no?"
"Haan baba, shoot."
"When I was a small kid na," she begins again in a childish voice, "I used to play football with my cousin Neeraj... So..." Her voice trails away as she notices Siddhant struggling to contain his laughter. "Why are you laughing?"
Siddhant snorts. Bursts out into laughter. "Football? You?"
"So what? What's wrong? I was great at sports!" she protests.
"I know! But! I just can't imagine! You yourself were round and chubby like a football..." Siddhant laughs so hard he is red in the face.
Roli feels annoyed. "Jao! Cutty! I don't want to talk to you." She jumps up and prepares to leave the room. But Siddhant instantly grabs her by the arm and yanks her down. She lands right over him, hastily pulls herself up only to see Siddhant looking into her eyes. He isn't laughing anymore. But he has got that look in his eyes. The kind of look he gave her when he's looking right through her... into her soul.
"I love to kick you around. My beautiful little football." He says quietly.
Roli smiles and rests on him as she drifts off to sleep. She loves being kicked around too.
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