FF: Love, Cherish me ~~ Epilogue ~~

Bihaan's bedroom:

"How many times? Just how many times have I asked you not to mess up my wardrobe ... not to touch it?" Bihaan muttered angrily, wondering at the same time what's wrong with her today, why was she not reacting at all. "Thapki? THAPKI? Are you even listening? THAPKIII", he thundered on seeing her sitting calmly leafing through the newspaper.

"Hmmm" Thapki turned the page of the paper, while still reading. Sitting regally like a queen on the green sofa she was calmly leafing through the newspaper completely ignoring the tornado happening right in front of her, or the entire contents of the wardrobe which were now lying scattered on the floor. And amid the untidy heap, Bihaan ranting for a silly shirt.

"What is the meaning of ' hmmm' ? Thapki I am asking you for the last time, have you seen my red t-shirt? Give it to me you vindictive woman. Otherwise..." His threatening growl broke into her thoughts.

The gall of him, Thapki thought to herself. He wants his red t shirt?? Huh, keep looking darling, you will never find that shirt. Manohar is probably wiping the kitchen floor with it right now. Hi hi hi. What does he think of himself? Shahrukh Khan? Why does he need to change his shirt 30 times a day? That bitch. How dare she?? How could she say so to someone's husband? One day I will tear all the hair from her head with my bare hands. My nails itch every time I see that scarecrow. Then we will see how she looks with her bald head. Ha ha. UGH! Hai Bhagwanji ! Forgive me. I have truly become a vindictive woman..how can I think like this of another person? The chudail is a nice person in realily and I know it. I was not like this, never like this. Please forgive me...It's all Bihaan's fault. He has made me so mean. Punish him Bhagwanji. Punish him, for he is punishing me...

Thapki sighed angrily.

Yes!! At last! Some kind of emotion! Thank you god! Bihaan noticed happily while trying to keep his small triumph hidden. "I need my red t-shirt right now. You are so jealous of me Thapki. You can't bear the thought that I look like a hero when I wear red. You don't want me to look good, why don't you just admit it?"

"Who says you look d-dapper in red?" Thapki looked at him over the paper.

"Didn't you hear Sheena today? She said I look like a hero in red colour and particularly sexy in that t-shirt," Bihaan said with a cocky smirk which made Thapki furious ... That Bitch! I will kill her! But she continued her calm facade and asked nonchalantly, "Is that so? I never no-noticed you look any different."

Bihaan stared at his wife, artfully curled with the newspaper on the sofa and groaned inwardly,Why?? Why do I have to love her God? Why can't I love any other woman in this world? Is this part of my punishment? Loving a woman/stubborn mule/dayan with nil emotion quotient and a stone slab for heart who never ever even notice I exist. When will this punishment end? What will I have to do to make her acknowledge me, to make her see me as a man, as her husband? Does she think I'm built of stone like her? I don't want to be her friend anymore..I want more..God please help me..make her notice me.

Not wanting her to guess his volatile thoughts, finding it safer to resort to anger he continued his tirade, "Only one mistake! I had the stupidity of marrying you and it's coming back to me again and again! Mom was right! I am so happy to save Dhruv from you Thapki. I have saved him from you. From the moment I married you, you have become the bane of my existence! What do you want from me?" he shouted and stamped on the heaps of clean clothes on the floor to come across the room to stand by the sofa.

Ignoring his rant completely, and not looking up from her newspaper, Thapki softly uttered, "I want Dahi p-puchka. There is a new shop in Triangular Square P-P-Park. Everyone is talking about it. It just opened l- l- last week. There's an ad here in the n-n-newspaper of that shop. See?" Standing up, Thapki shoved the open newspaper in front of Bihaan's face.

No, Bihaan did not like it, something was not right here. He does not like the way Thapki had been behaving last few days. These recent changes in her behaviour were making him suspicious of her intentions and motives.

What is she planning to do now? What's going on inside her pretty little head? Is she planning to leave me again?, Bihaan wondered, Is that why she is not reacting today, because she doesn't care anymore? She seems so calm since last few weeks since Shraddha's revelation...Is she pining for her lost love Dhruv? Does she want to go back to him now that he is single..NOOO...BIHAAN...STOP AT ONCE... DON'T...EVEN...THINK...ABOUT Dhru...

Bihaan squatted the newspaper away from his face and kept looking at Thapki like she hadgrown two heads. Thapki shrugged her shoulders and took the news paper back and started looking at the pictures of the food in that shop's advert like she was eating them with her eyes.

... Here I am dying for her, about to loose my freaking mind! And she is talking about food? Is she even human? She is looking at that silly picture like its the most precious thing in the world..... What will I not give up to make her look at me like that? With those beautiful almond shaped eyes? The most beautiful eyes in this whole wide world that twinkle like stars and... UGHHH... I am loosing it...

"I want Dahi p-p-puchka with lots of mirchi and imli s-s-sauce. " She stated flatly, her voice seemed like coming from afar. Bihaan had a suspicion she was eating the dahi puchka in her mind. She might be physically here but she was not here.

What will I do with this adorable- doll faced- witch? Bihaan sighed. And went back to destroying the room, what's left of it. He knew Thapki hated it when he mess up the room up. Good, he thought, Thapki feel something, if not love then at least hate me. Please feel something for me. He sighed again as he turned over the contents of the bed side table drawer on the bed. His red t-shirt was unlikely to be here ever, but he did it anyways. Thapki was still silent. Her eyes on her blasted newspaper. No response at his activities. He sighed again and snatched his motor cycle keys.

"Chaliye Madam" he gestured elaborately with his hand and said with gritted teeth. Thapki jumped to her feet and neatly folded the newspaper and kept it on the tea table, and gave Bihaan a smile. She didn't ask Bihaan where to. She knew.

"Chalo".

That smile. Bihaan could cross 7 seas for that, fight with a 16 feet anaconda, wrestle with a man eating lion ,walk barefoot over burning coals forever if she deemed to smile like that at him. These were the moments Bihaan live for.

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Chapter 2 : Love Sucks