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:: Yearning::
The shrill ringtone of his phone broke the troubled sleep that has finally marked its presence after a hectic day at office and frustrated evening at home.
Damn the bloody gadget !! He swore under his breath as the loud ringing again resonated in the otherwise silent room of his.
Here his eyelids are in a desperate need to shut his agitation for a while by the slumber that will help him to relax but the damned phone won't let him.
Finally!!
He sighed in relief as the ringtone subsided leaving a message of missed call on the screen.
Releasing a deep breath, he turned on his stomach and again gave in the droopy sensation slowly slipping into the peaceful slumber. And... Again the damned ring was blasting his ears with the shrill ringtone.
Argh!!
His conscience snarled at the audacity of the caller. What the hell does this person whoever it was, wants!!
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, his gaze went towards the wall clock, which shows 11:50 pm at the moment. His hand reach towards the side table kept beside his bed, turning the screen towards his face, he crinked his eyes to read the name of the caller.
Jaan calling!!
The screen flashed with that irritating ringtone in the background. He kept looking at the name and sighed.
She's responsible!! His mind whined at the name. All this frustration and agitation is just because of her. She shouldn't have done that. Speaking of which how dare she done that to him. And the screen flashed with the message '2 missed calls'.
Though how much riled up, that act of hers has made him, he still can't afford to not to hear her voice. After today's hectic and disastrous day as he put it up, he wouldn't be able to sleep without listening her, her presence is a far fetched thought as for now.
As the same ringtone again reverberated throughout the room for the third time, his finger automatically slid the small icon towards the green sign, receiving the call.
"Jalal..." he heard the groggy voice, her throat got some infection. Though how much gruffy and irritating it may sound but it soothed his soul. He is raged, totally mad at her but still she's his necessity.
"What?" he replied albeit reluctantly. The anger curbed by him till now is not settling now inside, how much he tried to suppress, it came bouncing back with double force. Not wanting to lash out all his frustration on her, he buried his face deeper inside her pillow. The sweet faint lingering smell of her shampoo and conditioner was calming the burning sensation his heart is experiencing at the moment.
"Still angry?" She asked and coughed to soothe her irritating throat.
"Very!" he replied almost immediately. She knew everything and still asking. What the hell is happening!! Dammit!!
The inner conscience shouted when he heard some commotion behind her and then he heard a manly voice.
"Jo, still not asleep? Taken your medicine?"
Recognizing the voice, the suppressed rage came out boiling at the surface.
"Jodha! Give the damned phone to him! This guy needs some piece of brain. Damnit! Give him the cell!!" To which she remained quite. Just a little bit later he heard the coughing again.
"Jalal, Haven't I've made you understand?" her voice held irritation tinged with anger.
Till now laying on his stomach, he hoped out of the bed and clutched the mobile tightly in his hand. Just contemplating the tone of his, he whisper yelled.
"I'm not understanding! Like seriously.. Wifey, it's you who should understand got that?"
"Jalal... You know.." Her helpless voice just snapped the last bit of patience he's holding onto.
"No, I don't know. Neither I want to know. Just get this straight into your head Jodha Jalal Mohammad, tomorrow morning you should be present here anyhow. I don't know when and how you should be here and if you don't came, then you know I'll just gate crash at your brother's house, punch him in his gut and will drag you back at our house. Samjhi tum?"
He threatened his wife in the low dangerous tone of which she clearly understand the meaning of finality.
"Jalal... You.." Her voice again resonated from the other end, feebly. To which he cut off without any chance of negotiation.
"No! I'm not hearing anything. You're coming tomorrow. Understand?" He asked impatiently waiting for another argument, such arguments have become common since last week.
"And don't forget to have meds for this sore throat of yours!" He added before sliding his finger on the red line.
!!*!!
As her gaze fell on the clock it showed a perfect 12:00. And the ready counter arguments on her tongue to instigate him further changed its course.
"Jalal, Happy Anniversary." She muttered not knowing the tone which will suit the situation.
"To you to." She heard the harsh reply and the call went dead. He just cut the call.
Darn you husband!
She cursed him under her breath. Ah! So much has changed after Amita's birth, her niece.
They have made a tremendous progress in their relationship. The understanding level had jumped a quiet a notch above. Communication on daily basis has relived them from the misunderstanding that has happened before due to its lack. All in all, they're a normal couple, fighting at petty issues, having arguments on food, clothes and what not but at the end of day everything is sorted by few talks and lots of coaxing from one who's wrong.
And this time, she don't know who is wrong. Of course she, herself is responsible. But the conditions are just not favoring her this time.
A week ago, her brother had very cautiously had asked her for a visit of two days as Misha had gone to her hometown to complete some urgent and important work, leaving him with his daughter.
So being the sweet sister that she's had given her reply in agreement without any questions. Even her husband didn't objected after knowing about Amita being alone. So, he himself had dropped her to Sujamal's house.
Sujamal and Jalal. Though even the misunderstanding had cleared these two can't get well with each other. Caring about each other is a different thing but throwing jib at each other at every opportunity seems like their favorite hobby. These Men, Uff!
How much she and Misha tries to stop them but none of the one is ready to understand. So they'd let them on their own.
Ah! Got sidetracked?
Don't mind! So where were we? Yeah! He dropped me here. And like planned Misha had returned back after two days. But she had so pleasingly had asked her to spent two more days with them because they'd really got very less time to spent together.
Jalal was coming back from the office to take her home and there she informed him about the extended plan, to which he had agreed grudgingly, very grudgingly. For those whole two days, her calls went unattended and voicemails, she don't know if he'd heard those apology filled notes or not?
On the very third day, when she has just completed her breakfast, her phone has pinged with a message.
"Should I pick you from radio station? Or his house?"
The message has caught off guard as she has just agreed for a outing with her brother and his family, who'd very enthusiastically has asked for two more days at their old home, that is Dadi's home. Just a visit to relish the few old good memories of them as children. And to sell that house, as nothing much had left there.
Damn! Like a fool she'd agreed despite knowing the fact that her husband is getting frustrated with her sudden plans. Ok she should have included them in their little outing? But his work commitment won't allow him.
And God, did she just forget to mention the fury that had emanated from his tone when she had called for his permission.
"No! You're not going!" He'd snarled furiously, her mobile speakers has blasted if it would be a notch higher.
"Jalal, we have to sell the house too, my signature are required!" She had presented a sensible reason in her defense.
"A day is enough for that!" An anguished shout from the other side had just caught her off guard.
"But tickets for two days are already booked." She tried the last reason very casually, though her tension was rising by each passing second.
Maybe the casualty of her tone piled up more anger on his already frustrated being.
"Fine!" And the line went dead.
It's already 11:30 when they'd came back after completing the major part of formalities, and her brother knowing her worry about her husband had assured her to drop her home the very next day. Next she knew after freshening up, the first thing she'd done is to call him and gave him the news of her arrival. But she didn't got any chance to inform in their not so civil conversation. In this whole week whenever she'd called, they both had ended up with arguments.
And this time, it wasn't any different. It's hard for him to live alone in that house. He had mentioned it once when they were sitting on the terrace.
"Jo, you know, I don't like to be alone anymore. Previously it was different, then I don't know how it feels to have a family. But now that I do have family, I don't want to stay away from that only family of mine." Very clumsily he'd put up his feelings in the words. She don't know what to reply to this, seems like even he didn't expected any answers. Just wrapping him into her arms, she'd conveyed the overwhelming feelings that has fluttered due to the heart melting confession.
And her being the sensitive towards the cold, has caught some infection resulting herself bearing the cold and cough. The sore throat is cherry on the top, sarcasm noted!
But the fact that he cares, just made her feel special. Yet he's mad at her.
Sighing, she dropped herself on bed. Tired from the journey and the argument at the end of the day with her husband was enough to put her in the troubled yet deep slumber.
The yearning to feel him around has increased manifolds.
!!*!!
"Jo, you know, I don't like to be alone anymore. Previously it was different, then I don't know how it feels to have a family. But now that I do have family, I don't want to stay away from that only family of mine."
Exactly the words he'd said to her with a plea hidden beneath them. The plea contains the desperation to not to be left alone. The plea contains the promise of the companionship that was made between them without help of the verbal confession.
Sleep has evaded his sense after that small talk with his wife. Shucks! At least he should have wished her properly. It was their first anniversary for God sake and fortunately tomorrow is weekend. He so wants to be with her tomorrow.. Err today. The clock shows 1:00 am, and still his senses can't get relaxed due to the evasion of the sleep.
How much he has missed her in this whole week not to forget the extra two days that she has extended. He missed their morning coffee with small chitchat, her being super active and him being half sleepy. He missed their lunch time phone calls, when she not so sweetly warns him to had his lunch, though how childish it seems, he still heard her and she kept reminding him without any failure. He missed their returning rides, where her chatter about the her day filled the silence ambience of his car and him being the patient listener. He missed the little teasing session he always had at every other day with his wife when by mistake she puts more salt or chilli in the curry. He missed their night sessions where they both sat on the terrace under the calm blanket of the shining stars sharing some heart to heart chats. He missed the warmth that always engulfs him when he sleeps with her, holding the petite figure close to him.
It was just two days previously, now with a reason or another one she'd to stay there for a whole friggin week.
Two days! He'd let her go thinking about the little one. The another two days demand from Misha to spent some time with her had agitated him like anything. Still he curbed his frustration and desperation. But then another two days came as a blow for me. And he'd literally lashed out onto her. But then also he gave into her demands.
And now the emptiness of his house has started to haunt him. Seems just like him, the walls also crave for the liveliness and happiness that comes along with her. The loneliness has started to scare him. Being a loner for half of his life had created a kind of fear into him. He'd enough of being a loner, now no more he wish to live alone, when he have a wife whose smile enlighten his house. The smile which kill the darkness of loneliness and spread the happiness.
Ah! Come back jaan!
An heartfelt wish left his heart, so desperately wishing her to have her back with him. Just him and her. Didn't knew when his eyelids dropped taking him into the world of dreams.
The yearning to have her near him increased anonymously.
!!*!!
As the sun rays made their way towards his eyes, a groan escaped his lips and he turned towards other side.
Fresh aroma of coffee hit his nostrils.
Coffee! Wait! Who made coffee? She's here!!
Ecstasy filled his being, a renewed energy ran throughout his veins. Jerking upwards, he looked at the side table. There his cup of coffee was kept like his routine. And turning his face to other side he saw her sleeping facing towards him.
Not waiting for another second he snuggled into her, waking her from the small nap.
Missed you! He breathed out whilst touching his forehead with hers. A full fledged smile adorned her lips, as she expected a huge fit of tantrum and not to forget, his anger.
But this umm not unexpected but this would come after a lot of scolding and facing his blinding rage. A lot of coaxing on her part. Then, it'll happen.
But voila! She's safe from all that. Opening her orbs, her gaze bore into his. Seems like searching the emotions that she's so familiar with. His black eyes complained of all the days that they'd spent without a glimpse of her and hers, assured him about their togetherness.
"Happy Anniversary." She whispered caressing the perfectly chiseled jaw line. Coming a bit closer, a very gentle brush of her lips on his jaw made him sigh in content with the feathery touch.
"To you to jaan!" He muttered touching his lips on her forehead. And next she was crushed in his arms so tightly blending with hard taut muscled being.
A few moments later, he pushed her gently. Discarding her from the warmth of being cocooned in his arms.
"I'm still angry!!" Saying the same, he stormed inside the washroom with a sly grin . Leaving her to gap at his retreating figure.
!!*!!
Done! So, Remembered something?
In morning I was going through my revenge's thread. There I found a request from Manu di. Though, how much worst and boring my os is.
It is for you Manu di.🤗
Umm, so how's this?
Revenge readers, liked it?😳
I've typed it through mobile so ignore the typos peeps.
Now I'm going to hiding place before Manu di comes armed with weapons to murder me for this boring and senseless dedication.😕😆
Sorry if it's not worth reading.😊
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