"Does my hair look ok?" Swara asked, preening in front of her mirror.
"It looks like it does every day" answered Sanskaar, from deep inside his laptop.
"How can it look like it does every day?" wondered Swara aloud, shocked at her Husband's blas reply.
She turned around..and sparks flew.
"You are sitting with that dumb laptop since Lord knows when." Swara rounded on him.
"I have to just send some mails...and.." Sanskaar did not get any further. His precious MacBook had been shut with a snap..and thrown onto the bed. And a very angry wife continued to grumble.
"I got ready. Got facials. Got a hair cut. And see...it makes no difference to you."
Sanskaar gulped.
A) His wife was looking unbelievably sexy. Her waist-length hair had been professionally styled curling in waves, away and around her fair face...and he really could scarcely look away, now that he had started looking.
B) She looked even more beautiful, her face flushing, now that she was furious. But she was livid. Its scary-- how beautifully fierce, tigresses can look.
"Umm..Swara..you do look very nice." Terrified truth.
"What a compliment that was!! honey...I can scarcely breathe of blushing." A sarcastic bomb blast.
"Sorry. Mujhe thoda kaam tha." Sanskaar was gently trying to apologise.
"That toh you have every day. We are supposed to go out today. And see you won't even look at me." Swara complained, turning away from him, pouting for all she was worth.
Sanskaar slowly moved closer to her. Her perfume tantalized his senses.
"Can I please look at you now?"
"Huh." She was giving off smoke.
Sanskaar slowly placed his hands on her shoulders...taking it as a good sign that she did not shrug them off. Turning Swara to face him...he saw, that his Wife, was now sulking...her cheeks rather pink...and her lower lip jutting out. Evident displeasure mode on.
"Hmm. I really like your hair this way. Although your usual tumble and ponies make you look like my topsy-turvy Swara...today you look hot in these waves." Sanskaar commented, softly fingering one of her strands.
"Aur bolo" Swara commanded. Ittu se compliment se daal nahi galegi.
"Your skin glows against that blue. Makes me want to kiss it." he did just that, rubbing his stubble against her cheek.
"And?" Swara whispered against his ears...as he drew her against him...their clothes rustling together.
"And, I think you look absolutely gorgeous. But even if you did not..I would still want to look at you the first thing every morning." Sanskaar finished...placing his chin on top of her head...feeling her arms, brush their way over his blazer, in an embrace.
"Am I forgiven now?" Sanskaar asked...securely locking her by the waist.
"Hmm. Maybe. You look handsome too by the way. Black blazers suit you." Swara drew back reluctantly. "Chalo ab. I am hungry and our reservations won't wait."
"ok. Or maybe..nahi chalte hai. I am hungry too and you look good enough to eat." Sanskaar teased, getting a smack on his arm in return.
"Thats gonna have to wait a while. Go get the car out." Swara ordered, flapping at him.
"Your wish is my command" Sanskaar doffed at her...going out.
" Maska mat lagao." Swara yelled after him.
She re-checked herself once...and happily dashed after her Husband for their night out.
