OS: Let me sleep woman!
Haha! To all of you peeps who clicked on this-shame on you and your gutter minds 🤣But come and join in! Anyways woohoo just finished my assignment so what do I do...rush over here to write a really stupid OS of course! (as per my speciality! 😉) Hope you like it!
WARNING! Nothing explicit but some implied references so you little naughty ones turn away now.
Arnav grumbled as he felt his wife's weight on him while he desperately tried to get some much -needed shut-eye. The woman was testing his nerves.
"Khushi let me sleep for Pete's sake woman!"
"Sorry?...huh no jiji that wasn't for you. No no don't hang up, I'm not sleepy. Keep telling me about it. So jijiaji did THAT?" her voice resonated throughout his entire being. He instantly made to grab the pillow his head was resting on and brought it up to his ear lest he become hard-of-hearing from her bawling, while in the process his wife's form was jolted back onto the bed. It was too late for sleep now though, his curiosity piqued at the last remark. What the hell was "THAT"?
"What?! HAI JIJI!" she squealed excitedly, giggling like an idiot, while her body shot up and a huge grin radiated from her face. With the impact, her husband joined her a few seconds later, squinting as he opened his sleep-laden eyes with difficulty and winced.
"OW Khushi!"
Khushi looked in his direction with a bemused expression on her face and waved a hand, indicating that she was asking him what was the problem. Arnav grimaced. Seriously?! She was asking him what was wrong?...He sighed. "Of course she is!" That was Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada for you...with all her obliviousness. The "innocent" annoyingness that made her so very lovable to him but also at the same time so very..."Ugh-let's not go there!"
"Khushi!" he called but she didn't respond. He started waving his hand in front of her in order to catch her attention only to elicit a mouthed "What?" while she turned her clearly irritated face to meet his. What the? Arnav's jaw clenched. Just who was annoying whom here? He wanted to set the record straight...
"Khushi!... Khushi! ...KHUSHI!"
"WHAT?!" Her head snapped in his direction. Arnav clenched his fists now. What the hell was she irritated with him for?! Realizing there was a third person listening in, she quickly diverted her attention back to the phone. "No not you jiji! Ha ha sab theek hai...wait jiji can you just hold for a minute...yes ok...don't go anywhere." The latter was said with a smile which quickly transformed into a frown as she covered the receiver of the phone and turned to meet her husband...her silently seething husband.
"What?" she repeated.
He pointed at the phone harshly. "Khushi do I have to teach you the basics about technology. That thing in your hand- what is it?"
Khushi rolled her eyes, which didn't go amiss by Arnav. "What are you talking about? It's a phone!"
"Precisely Khushi. It is a PHONE! NOT A BLOOMING MEGAPHONE! You got that? You don't need to ACTUALLY shout in order for your voice to carry the distance to your jiji. The piece of technology in your hand does that for you."
Khushi eyes widened and she dropped the phone in her hand, ready to launch at her husband.
"Excuse me? What exactly are you trying to say?!" she huffed.
It was now Arnav's turn to roll his eyes. "Duh! Isn't it pretty obvious? You're a foghorn woman!"
Her mouth dropped open, wider than one would have thought physically possible, in only the way Khushi's could, in her trademark way. "WHAT! Well why don't you get out then?" she raised an eyebrow.
Arnav looked on, literally shell-shocked. Was.she.serious? His anger well and truly came to the fore now, if it hadn't come already.
"Why the hell should I leave?!"
She looked him square in the face in the way a pissy wife would. Arnav would have normally have found this side of her adorable but not today. Today she was taking the biscuit. He needed his [beauty] sleep! Otherwise he would wake up with dark circles...ugh! Or worse...the dreaded red eyes. He recoiled involuntarily at the image. How would he face Mr Sexana?
"Why the hell should I leave?!" she threw his words right back at him.
Arnav cocked an eyebrow, not impressed.
"Really Khushi can't you think of your own comeback? Using somebody's else's?" he glimpsed at his wife only to feel a grave sense of satisfaction as he saw her fume. "And incase you haven't noticed..." He pointed towards the night extending beyond the glass doors, "it is dark outside! Oh look!-" he pointed towards the alarm clock on the bedside table, before continuing through gritted teeth. "It's ONE o'clock in the freaking morning...the time NORMAL people go to sleep. Not chit- chat. Or rather in your case yell off the roof. Yes? And for that matter, NORMAL people don't bellow in their phones in the early hours of the morning when their partners are trying to get some sleep!" He breathed deeply trying to calm himself, as he ended his monologue and then proceeded to properly look at his wife, surprised she hadn't piped in already and cut him off mid- sentence as was her usual way. Oh how he hated that!
"Ok?" he asked, instantly cursing himself inside his head as his voice shook. "Don't let her silence get to you!"
Khushi took a deep breath. "Well I can't sleep! SUE ME! And you're not doing anything to ease the situation!" she hissed, her anger exacerbating further.
"What do you mean I'M not doing anything?"
"You know? Earlier? You pushed me off you when I um..." she cleared her throat, obviously too embarrassed to go on any further.
"What you mean... when you pounced on me?" he raised an eyebrow, incredulous.
Khushi averted her eyes, flushing a deep pink. "You don't have to say it like that! I didn't pounce on you!"
Seriously? Arnav crossed his arms. "So all this is your revenge for...Khushi I'm tired! It's been a really stressful day!"
"Oh please! I just wanted to talk to jiji about her LOVELY TRIP because her husband actually cares for her and takes her places, unlike someone else's I know." She glared accusingly.
Arnav flinched, the ugly monster that was called "Angry ASR" threatening to make a comeback.
"Khushi stop being such a child! I'm the boss and I told you-"
"Whatever! Excuse, excuses, excuses! How can you even call yourself a man? Do you have problems or something?" she pointed to the region of interest. "There?"
Arnav sat rooted, too shell-shocked for words. A million "what the f***s?!" resounding through his consciousness but seemingly unwilling to voice their way out.
After an eternity, he finally managed to squeak out in a very VERY high-pitched voice which made him want to shrivel up and die in embarrassment, "I do not have performance problems!"
And that's when it happened...their eyes synonymously fell on the phone lying on the bed between them, still very much engaged.
"Oh S***!"
***
Arnav and Khushi both lie awake, not facing each other in bed, both too angry to sleep or say a word to each other. They had not spoken since an hour ago when Khushi had muttered a regretful apology to her jiji and jeejaji, while Arnav had watched her intently, cursing himself under his breath. They had both refused to look at each other, settling in to their sides of the bed, convinced the other was to blame entirely for the whole fiasco.
Arnav clutched his head, which was hammering on account of his increased hypertension levels. "Hmph...let her be the one to apologize first... Darn it! Is she already asleep?'
Tentatively and rather reluctantly he spoke. "Khushi? Khushi are you awake?"
She made no move to speak but judging from her slight jerk, she was very much awake. Arnav sighed. "Why do you like high maintenance chicks man? Why?"
After wallowing and sighing purposefully for a whole ten minutes to try and get her attention and preferably her to speak first, he finally gave up. Or he was just about to. Before a light bulb went off in his head...Aha! That was it! Why didn't he think of it before?
Smiling goofily to himself, he leaned in and whispered "Khushi". He witnessed her shiver and his grin broadened. "Khushi earlier... what did you mean by "THAT"?" He gently lent in and kissed her ear lobe, only to find himself plummeted back as he was elbowed in the face.
"F***!"
Before he even had time to look up at the source of his pain, he was sent hurtling backwards off his side of the bed onto the floor.
"What the-?"
He looked up into his wife's blazing orbs. "Don't you even think about it Mr Raizada?" she declared, taking the subject aback with the threatening tone of her voice. She pointed a finger in his direction. "You." She then pointed at the recliner. "Couch now."
Stupid and idiotic right? Well this is how my mind works after it has disintegrated into mush! So enjoy! Blame my professors!
Sorry to "the eyes have it" readers I will update soon. Had a really big assignment so didn't have time...I will update it either tomorrow or more likely Saturday. Sorry.
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