Frivolous
Bondita knew that her husband liked bending rules. He would enter a spat on the drop of his hat. Whether its fighting with Kaka about some God-forbid ritual or getting her educated from a foreign university-he did everything. She had all of it clear in her head that he wasn't the one following others. But with her,he needs to cut short his tongue as she was a better rule breaker.
'Bihari Kaka!'Bondita's voice was a mixture of hysteria.She moved her hands in an approaching gesture 'come faster!' Her accent was joyous.
'Choti Malkin!' Bihari was on his toes.
'Pati Babu isn't in his study,is he?' Bondita asked to which Bihari shook his head in a negative.
'Better.'Bondita clapsed her hand and took out a duplicate key.
'Don't tell me you shall sneak in his study and do stuff. He doesn't like messing with his books.' Bihari was all preachy.
'Kaka,honestly'Bondita rolled her eyes 'you have got boring.' Something returned in her smile,and Bihari knew that she was up to some mischief.
And he couldn't escape.
Specifically his mind ran a marquee:TRAPPED.
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'Tada!' Bondita finished arranging her plan on Aniruddh's book shelf.
'Come back faster. Chote Malik may come back anytime.' Bihari was already having a nervous breakdown keeping vigil.
'Back in my university, I was the one to play the pranks. Unexpected situations make the best arguments. We need to be spontaneous,you know' Bondita rolled a hair strand and threw it back on her bun.
'Lets leave!' She blithely ran away with Bihari, awaiting the consequence of replacing some stuff from Aniruddh's beloved bookshelf.
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'Damn!' Aniruddh threw the insane stuff he was oblivious resided in his bookshelf.But it didn't take more than a minute for him to realise that his study was tampered.
'Cinderella's tryst with bullheads.- BONDITAAAA!!' Aniruddh so very well knew his wife's accent of doing things.
The last case she investigated with him was a rollercoaster. One moment she would be blabbering about tea,and how the chom-chom she ate a few minutes ago was outdated and the other moment she would be deep into some novel or finally tell him the best argument for the case.
Anyways,his eyes won't stop admiring the wonder he has constructed out of an 8 year old and personally he couldn't pat his back enough.
'Coming!!!' Bondita's voice jingles before her presence .
Okay- she was teasing him.
'Yes my dear!' Bondita flashed her best smile.
'Sleeping beauty was another gimmick.' Aniruddh read a copy Bondita had dearly posted in his book shelf.
'Oh! I just thought of sharing my views....' Bondita stated her facts oblivious to Aniruddh's rising temper.
'On fairy tales?' Aniruddh was incredulous.
'Of course,they are wrong on some serious levels.' Bondita argued.
'Thanks for informing Barrister Bondita. But you could have .....' Aniruddh looked down at another copy
Barrister Aniruddh wasn't the prince charming I thought.
He paused at his name's mention.
Incredible!
He came closer to Bondita and asked 'should I ride a horse to get fit in the standards of a prince charming.' The envious smell of disappointment was becoming Bondita's favorite. Still she suppressed a smile.
'No. Just come out of this study.' Bondita's words were thin warm air of solace that hit Anirudh with sacreligious attraction. He,for the first time felt her voice to be intoxicating and powerful at the same time. The copper eyes of his wife,her godly glow in this yellow lamp- it was something he had dreamt all these years.
Bondita looked at her plan successfully whisking Anirudh on her own ways. Now it was her chance to rule him and his heart. Now it was her chance to give him the happiness he deserved.
'You want to read one more copy of my interpretations?' She asked lifting his chin to her to her eyes. Fine,she was just 2 inches smaller than him.
Aniruddh can't help but nod. The platonicness of their relation was burning in the fire of passion.
'It was the princess who kissed first' at this Bondita was fast to claim his lips for a frivolous sojourn.
Aniruddh stood still. When it was over he breathed.
'And it was the prince who followed'
With this,what they heard next was those sweet nothings of passion on which the fairy tales mark their end.
Or maybe
The beginning.
PS:I am back.
No tomatoes only empty beer cans.
