Chapter 5- You Drive Me Crazy
"They didn't agree on much. In fact, they didn't agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other."
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
When her husband reappears after a few minutes and places the clothes on the bed beside her, her eyebrows furrow as she looks up at him making him question her,
"What? You have to change still right. I just grabbed your change of clothes what's so confusing about that for you to have that look on your face?"
She blinked twice before she quietly picked up the white shirt he had laid along with her old faded blue capris on the bed that she had not worn in the longest time.
"Raman...this is your shirt."
The emphasis on the word your by his wife wasn't lost on him as he took a seat beside her and grabbed the shirt from her hand slumping it on his lap as he held her hand.
"I know it's my shirt Ishita...don't worry I haven't lost my mind yet despite being married to you for almost a year now."
The angry, shocked look on her face as her jaw fell was as priceless as it could get before she hit him on the shoulder once again freeing her hand from his hold.
"Raavan Kumar, you have to be rude even when I am injured. How mean!"
"Mean, did you say and rude? Let me tell you, this is the second time you hit me in the span of less than ten minutes, if anyone is suffering in this marriage it's not you madam clearly."
"What can I say it's the way of life -as you deserve so shall you reap."
"I must have sinned spectacularly then in some past life to reap all this in this one."
"Or maybe...just maybe it's this one."
"Seeing that I got you, maybe that is as much true as my past life theory."
"You...you are incorrigible, you horrible, horrible man! If some sin is indeed responsible for the two of us getting together it must have been done by me to end up with someone like you so rude!"
Scratching his chin, he enjoyed himself delightfully at his wife' expense by responding,
"Could be, after all...I definitely am the better one here."
That earned him a punch on the shoulder this time instead of a smack which would have repeated itself had he not held her hand in time.
"All right, all right let's stop with the violence here shall we? As it is we are on unfair grounds and that's a disadvantage to me as you are injured."
"How is it a disadvantage to you if I am the injured one here?"
"Clearly you don't expect me to fight back and hmm...wrestle you while you are in this condition."
She gasped as the implication of his words sank in before withdrawing her hand from his muttering a shameless under her breath that he could not have failed to hear given their propinquity.
With a quiet chuckle, his hands reached for her T-shirt when she slapped them away, shaking her head vigorously, pouting as she finished.
"I don't want to change now."
"Ishita..."
"No."
"Ishita...please..."
"No, you are always so rude."
"Okay I promise to be on my best behavior until you get better, will you let me now change your clothes."
"No."
"Fine, I will just open the door and when everyone asks why you didn't get changed even after all this time you would answer them, because I won't do it."
He stood with the words and was about to walk away when she held his hand and stopped him.
"Raman! No you won't do that, you can't."
"What can I do then Mrs. Bhalla? Please let me know...you cannot have it both ways my dear wife. You can't not change and not expect questions and you don't even want me to change your clothes."
"Fine...help me change." She said in a small soft voice without meeting his eyes.
"But I can't wear your shirt."
She finished with the last word while he gave her an exasperated look as he let out a small huff.
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