#Ek Choti si EGO
Kuhu woke up to Kunal blowing drying his silky hair. she admired him for a moment, before the events of last night darkened her thoughts. Without uttering a single sound, she stretched herself, walked to her cupboard to grab her outfit for the day. She spent few minutes rummaging around the clothes and decided she wanted to go Indo-west fusion today.
Kunal sneaked glances at his wife, through the mirror waiting for her to speak up to ask about what happened last night, and an apology wouldn’t hurt either. But she was too engrossed in putting her ‘Outfit of the day’ that she didn’t even acknowledge his presence. Kuhu’s ignorance was frustrating him, he grabbed his razor and started trimming his already trimmed stubble to extend time for an opportunity for Kuhu to say something.
Little did he know Kuhu was in the same boat, she was just giving Kunal some time to speak up, to talk about last night. “oooofffff” She heard a small scream of pain from Kunal. Without wasting a second Kuhu rushed towards him. “Kunal kya hua?” she looked at the red cut on his cheek closer to the ear, which the cause of his scream. “Uff Kunal you are bleeding, wait let me grab you a bandaid”. Kunal watched her rush to the bathroom and come back moments later, as he was cleaning his cut with detol. “Yeh lo Kunal” she tried handing him the band-aid, but he moved past her grabbed his coat and walked out muttering “Nahi chahiye”. He paused by the room entrance for a second or two, hoping she would call out, he even slightly turned around, but she just stood there her back turned to him.
Kuhu looked at her reflection, her fingers still holding the band-aid she had brought, why was she so weak against him. Why did even the slightest of his pain bother her so much that she forgot everything instantly? She took a deep breath, grabbed her outfit and went to freshen up.
~ “arre bro tum kahan chali?” Abir asked as Kuhu stepped out of the house all decked up in her blue quirky saree with ruffles.
“Bro, woh actually Maa ne mujhe ghar bulaya hai, kissi kaam se, shaam tak waapis aa jaungi” Kuhu smiled at Abir.
“Oh how boring, tumhe dekh kar mujhe laga Kunal office ka bahana karke tumhe ghar se door quality time spend karne leke jaa raha hai”. Abir said placing his arm around Kunal and winking at Kuhu. “Yeah right! meri aisi kismat kaha bro, mera husband toh #workaholic hai” Kuhu replied in taunting tone.
“Kabhi Kabhi you have to take advantage of the situation bro, Kunal tumhe drop kardega aur tum logo ko thora family free time bhi mil jayega”.
“Please Bhai mein already bohut late ho chuka hun, aur waise bhi Maa mera wait bhi kar rahi hogi” Kunal said, throwing his jacket in the car. Abir glared at Kunal for his response ready to say something, but Kuhu interrupted.
“It's okay bro, aapke Nanko ke liye mere ilawa sab kuch important hai!, main khud chali jaungi”.
“arre yaar tum dono phir se shuru ho gaye, wait let me bring Mishti wahi tumhe samjhayegi aur tumhari ladai solve karegi” Abir said droping his arms in defeat, Kuhu rolled her eyes, as Abir walked away. Kunal grabbed Kuhu’s upper arm and pulled her closer.
“Please kuhu, koi aur scene mat create karna Mishti ke saath, bhai already bohut upset hain aur main...”. Kuhu pulls her arm away from Kunal.
“Please Kunal, mujhe #dramaqueen baneka koi shok nahi hai, aur scene create karna meri nahi #MishtiMahaan ki hobby hai”.Kunal was ready to interrupt her, but Kuhu didn’t give him the opportunity. “Aur frankly mere paas uss behenji ka #lecture suneka time nahi hai, so bye”. She walked off, while Kunal watched her as he tried to think of an excuse for Kuhu leaving, before Mishti and Abir came out.
~Kuhu didn’t have any luck at the Maheswari’s house either. Varsha had called her to talk about her mini phone calls between her and Jasmeet, and how irrational it was for Jasmeet to behave in such a manner and to top it off for Kuhu to fall for her words.
“Mishti, Mishti, Mishti, mujhe laga apne mujhse yahan mere baare mein baat karne ke liye bulaya hai” Kuhu said as she sat on her bed angrily. Varsha sighed, her daughter wasn’t getting it.
“Main tumhare baare mein hi baat kar rahi hu Kuhu, tumhare aur Mishti ke”.
“Exactly Maa,mere aur Mishti ke, meri har baat pe Mishti kaise aajati hai, yahan toh hamesha se hota hua aaraha hai aur yeh #sametrend ab Rajvansh sadan mein bhi shuru hogaya, Kunal toh is like going for #devar of the year award, woh bhi Mishti ki side lene laga hai” Kuhu huffed.
“Kya?” Varsha was upset to learn that Kuhu and Mishti’s relation was becoming visible to the members of Rajvansh family.
“Kuhu meri baat dhyaan se sun, tere aur Mishti ke beech jo bhi difference hai, woh tum dono ko resovle kar lene chahihye, main nahi chahati ki tum dono ki wajah se, Maa aur Bauji ka sir jhuke”. Varsha spoke soft as she sat next to her daughter.
Kuhu got up in anger, “Oh really maa, hum dono ki wajah se, toh phir yeh lecture sirf mujhe kyun mil raha hai, apne Mishti ko yahan kyun nahi bulaya, usse kyun nahi kehete ki who apni #MishtiMaahaness kam karle?” Kuhu questioned.
“Kuhu Sun!” Varsha got up angrily, but before she can continue, they were interrupted by BM.
“Kyunki Mishti galat nahi hai”.
“Dadi” Kuhu turned around feeling a little nervous. BM came close to Kuhu and gently held her by the arms.
“Dekh Kuhu, yeh toh hum jaan hi gaye hai ki tujhe Mishti pasad nahi hai, isliye toh tune phele uska mandap liya, phir who pheli rihsoi drama aur ab resort mein kaise baat kar rahi thi Meenakshi ji ke baare mein, kyan yehi sikhaya hai humne?” BM asked Kuhu in her soft gentle tone. Kuhu felt her frustration grow at the fact that Mishti had told BM everything and here she was again being targeted because of her.
“Oh toh #Pyaribeti Mishti ne meri complain already kardi hai!” Kuhu snapped a little, but Varsha told her to watch herself.
“Complaint nahi ki, Kuhu, Mishti bas tumahara acha chahati hai, woh sirf tujhe samjhana chahati hai aur ladai toh bilkul nahi karna chahati”. BM explained.
“Oh really dadi, aapko kya lagta hai ki Mishti koi saint hai, Dadi who aapke saamne kuch aur mere saamne kuch aur banti hai, she just wants to be the #best” BM looked at Varsha and sighed, it seemed futile to talk to Kuhu or expect to knock any sense into her.
“Kuhu, main kaise tujhe samjahun, tune toh jaisie decide karliya hai Mishti ko hate karne ka, hum kuch bhi kahey tujhe koi farak nahi padega” BM said in a disappointed tone, which Kuhu made feel even small. All this time she had tried so hard to never disappoint her Dadu, dadi or her mom and dad and yet here she was being lecture on the disappointment she had been. She even put up with Mishti and her games in childhood because she never wanted them to feel bad.
“Sahi kaha apne Dadi, main Mishti ko hate karti hun, utna hi jitna aap log mujhe galat samajte ho”. Kuhu grabbed her bag from her bed and walked out leaving the Maheswari house. Varsha called after her but she did not stop.
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