Chapter 8 - There Is Always Some Madness In Love.
"What happens when people open their hearts?"
"They get better."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
"When you find somebody you love, all the way through, and she loves you"even with your weaknesses, your flaws, everything starts to click into place. And if you can talk to her, and she listens, if she makes you laugh, and makes you think, makes you want, makes you see who you really are, and who you are is better, just better with her, you'd be crazy not to want to spend the rest of your life with her."
Nora Roberts, Happy Ever After
"Hey."
That is all she says and the ice breaks.
He finds himself smiling back at her despite what happened just a few minutes back and thinks to himself, this should be weird...these soft smiles between them right now, but it isn't. It so is not.
He finds strangely liking, accepting and understanding all of this, it is so them.
They talk, they fight, they tease, they banter, they are crazy, this should be crazy but in its own way they make sense, this makes sense and the smile on his face just gets bigger making the answering one on hers reciprocate in return in equal measures.
"We are adding exes to that list too now, I gather?"
She asks him and he knows while the tone is jovial she is serious; those eyes of hers give her away.
"We so definitely are." He mutters quietly.
"Good."
They manage to cross another hurdle without any of the drama that might have erupted between any other couple had they been in this place, had it been any other woman in her place he thinks and begins,
"I didn't mean to..."
"It's ok Raman, you don't have to explain."
"I know it's ok, but it shouldn't be. I hate it when my past keeps interfering and interrupting us."
"You don't do it on purpose Raman. Let it be."
"Ishita..."
"Raman."
He surrenders when it becomes obvious she won't give up unless he lets go and so raises his hands to hail in front of her making her laugh quietly. Watching the smile across her face, he answers with a small but genuine one of his own and that is all she wants.
She has not been married before, true, but she knows very well what rejection is, what loneliness can do. She has lived, suffered because of those monsters; has battled them day in and out for years. She knows the way they work, has tasted their poison that can drain away every piece of you, until you don't know who you are, until all that remains of you is a shell, too hollow and lifeless to be recognized by anyone else least of all you yourself.
Before Ruhi came in her life, she had all but surrendered herself to her fates and those demons. Her daughter appeared like the sun shining brightly in her life. She warded away those dark clouds. She had not even realized Ruhi would not only be the antidote that would salve her pain, her wounds but she would be responsible for her miracle, Raman. If not for Ruhi, she would never have fallen in love again in any capacity let alone find out she could be loved again, she could love again when slowly and steadily her heart began to belong to the man she wed for her daughter, her husband, Raman.
She started on the wrong foot with this man, but now knows how all those incidents were mere misunderstandings, how they were just reading each other wrong back then, now that she knows him, she cannot imagine a life without him.
Now that she is in love with him, she will make sure she vows to herself, he has a smile on his face always as she would of the fact that he knows how much she loves him, wants him by her side always.
"That's like a good husband Mr. Bhalla."
"Whatever keeps you happy Mrs. Bhalla, as promised earlier your wish is my command."
"You know I like you so much more when you are being this obedient."
Unable to stop herself she pulls his cheek, making him promptly glower reminding her so much of when Ruhi does the same whenever anyone pulls her cheeks it makes her laugh especially when he frowns rubbing his cheek.
"Don't get used to it; remember this special offer is valid only till this sprain and these scratches last."
"Aww... that sucks, hmm well then I better make the most of it while I can. As they say make hay while the sun shines."
"All right, all right you drama queen what would you like me to do?"
"Isn't it obvious... weren't you just helping me change?"
"I so was."
He drawls leaning in closer to her for a quick kiss only for her to put a stop to his antiques by placing a finger on his lips.
"Later...we got sidetracked as it is and Ruhi would come again in a while."
He makes a face and lightly nips her finger that makes her yelp as he keeps aside the shirt still perched on his lap and looks at her to say a single word.
"Killjoy..."
His hands reach for the hem of her t-shirt again when she places a hand to stop him making him look at her questioningly,
"Dim the lights please."
"What?"
"Dim the lights Raman."
"But...you were fine earlier. "
"Please Raman."
"What changed?"
"How do I explain? It's awkward."
"Ishita...it's the first time and..."
"Exactly...it's the first time and..."
"And?"
She avoids his gaze only for him to make her look him in the eye by holding her chin,
"You can tell me anything Ishita, you know that right?"
"Promise you won't make fun of me?"
"Are you gonna shock me by saying something like you have a tattoo or something that I am about to see?" He asks raising his eyebrows.
"Raman! That's not what I asked."
"Okay, okay relax I promise I won't laugh."
"I..."
"Ishita say it."
"I don't want something that should have been so different and special to be spoiled by the memory of you squirming watching my bruises and scratches."
She says the words in a rush and hides her face with her hands.
He shakes his head as he gently pries off the hands of his wife from her face only to find she won't look at him.
"Ishita...what if I promise I won't squirm?"
"Raman...please understand." She pleads with him.
"Ish..."
"I don't want you to think I am ugly Raman please. It just occurred to me which it didn't earlier, please Raman..."
"Silly you are hurt why would I think you are ugly because of a few scratches and bruises?"
She is about to cry when he surrenders,
"Okay, okay I am dimming the lights don't cry now."
Standing up, he turns off the lights as per her wishes, switching on the night lamps instead that provide a dim glow to the room.
"There now, all done...lights are dimmed and I can barely see you...now don't cry please, okay?"
"Thank you Raman."
Huffing loudly he sits on the bed but doesn't reach for her instead she finds he is muttering something under his breath.
"What are you mumbling?"
"What?"
"I asked what were you mumbling now?"
"No, it's nothing."
"No, it's not nothing you were saying something. What is it Raman?"
"Fine have it your way, I was thinking how can you women even think god has been unfair towards you all and accuse us men of having special privileges?"
"Huh? What are you even talking about?"
"This...your crying...you women accuse god of being unfair towards ...guess what the jokes on us men because while we got physical strength and the power to yell and scream, we didn't get the biggest weapon in the arsenal. You know what I am talking about here. Tears! Frustrating, irritating, stupid tears, which god gave to you women. We live under the constant threat of tears, all our lives - starts with your mothers and sisters, extends to girlfriends, wives, and even daughters. When we have to resort to so many things to get our work done - ask, beg, plead, scream, scheme...god knows so much...but the moment things don't go your way you have to cry and that's it even the strongest man gives up and the worst part is we know it. We know it and yet we have to give in!"
She has an urge to laugh that she tries to smother when he begins but by the time he is done she can't help it and so disguises it as coughing fit instead making him scowl even more,
"See shameless, don't think I don't know it that you are laughing at me."
She laughs aloud at that and concedes,
"All right but you weren't listening to me Raman."
Making a face, he looks at her and finally getting his head under control, now that he feels better for having ranted he asks her,
"Well now I have, so, may I?"
"Yes."
She whispers the word in the near dark of the room.
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