Coffee Notes pg26 - Page 8

Originally posted by: iiDona

Good luck on your exams.👍🏼

Originally posted by: tes_v1

Any chance of updating this anytime soon?

Originally posted by: iiDona

You read my friggin mind. HOW?

Originally posted by: Chandni1996

Originally posted by: ehmmbhvirman

Pls pm me

Biwi dear always has a charming way to let me know I was wrong. This time she tried her tested till perfect technique, the coffee note.

Hey dimple cheeks,

After the sugar sweet, caramel covered day yesterday, here is a much needed Columbian black coffee to get you back into RK mode. There are many things I don't know about you. But, don't think you have me all figured out either. I will give you a glimpse of how Madhubala Rishabh Kundra thinks.

Fierce and possessive Mrs. Kundra, when did that happen? I hope it had nothing to with yesterday's karvachauth remake scene.

Your anger toward me might have been justified but, there is no excuse for what you did to your mother. I know you don't get along and you don't have to. Whenever you have the urge to get angry, just remember: we are creating something new together. We do not want to break hearts in the process.

I disagree Biwi; you can't a make a rainbow without a little rain. Besides, aren't your notes supposed to be fun filled tid-bits? Then, why bore me with what I do not want to hear. If you do not want the note to end down the drain with this terrible black coffee then, there better be something juicy in the next few lines. What? I hate black coffee. I thought I had made myself clear.

I know you have the attention span of an ant. So, I will change the subject before you take your frustration out on the poor coffee mug.

Now, that's more like it Madhubala, aahaan.

Rishabh, I kept the fast for you because we share a relationship. I have the right to respect and value that relationship. Sure, we have seen our ebbs and flows. Sure, you have been one tough nut to crack. Sure, being around you is tiring. But, I am not drained. I am not confused. When we got married, I felt as though I had to negotiate my sense of self to become your wife. Now, things are different. When I bow down, when I endure your fits of rage, when I let you have the last word in every argument [even though we both know I was right], it is a compromise.

You just had to say you were right, didn't you?

I do it willingly; I do it out of love.

What? Was that a hint? Does she love me? Nah, that can't be true. I think what she meant was, she likes me. There is a difference between loving somone and being IN love. Right? Please tell me I am right. I am sure she was smart enough to change the subject. Lets see:

It will shake me to the core to have you ask me: Why did you give up on me? So, I never will. You hear me, NEVER EVER.

As soon as I opened my mouth to call for my beloved wifey, I read the last bit of the note which left me tongue tied. How does she know me so well?

Now, do not yell across the hall. I am your wife, not your Siamese twin. I need some time for myself, mister.

Yours till infinity and beyond,

Madhubala

Buzz light year, much? Oh, how I adore her.