Wanted to get this out before the episode aired. Success!
I walked back. No, I dragged myself back into our room. Full of embarrassment, the last thing I wanted to face was a pair of questioning eyes.. Somehow, my temperament telepathically made its to way to Madhu, like always. She had cleared the room and was out of sight. How accommodating! Her note was still staring at me from the wet coffee mug where it was stuck.
Hello there angry young man,
You haven't given me chance to talk yet. Ununun, don't take your anger out on the poor coffee. Its an ice cappuccino to cool you down. Besides, its too late for coffee. I guessed you would come home late in the evening to avoid running into me. And, dare I add, I guessed right?
Well, I will give you some credit for the coffee, refreshing. But, I am not angry any more. So, half your guess is wrong.
I love you, every part, every persona of you. RK, Rishabh, Rishu, Gabbar Singh…...call yourself whatever you please.
If I am Gabbar Singh then, you my Basanteee.
I love you in your wholesomeness and recluse. I fell fast and I fell flat for the arrogance man with a crooked smile. I fell for the man who forcibly married me, the man who employed me as a spot. The man who has my blood. The man who fights with me and the man who reconciles. The man who opens up to me, the man who is vulnerable. And, the man who is guarded. This Rishabh you talk about, I love him too. He is but a part of you, a part of my husband and his many roops. You want me to run away? I say, any day. Any day but, let the tides settle. You will get you haq in due time. Until then, sip on the ice cap. Careful, you might get a brain freeze.
Aaah, way to jinx it for me Biwi.
Nothing good ever comes out of being angry. Except, the fact that you won't yell and command my immediate presence. Thank God. I don't have to worry about you startling the crap out of me with your screams.
Wrong again, Biwi jaan. Concentrate!
"Madhu. Kaan mein ruyi daal rakhi hai kya? Madhu".
She rushed up the stairs panting to catch her breath. I guess I should get angry more often. Atleast she pays enough attention to come in at my first call.
"RK", her expression was full of hope.
"I love you, Madhu. Let's talk."
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