SS: Haq pg93 THE END - Page 13

Originally posted by: Arias

U r in colg ryt.?
And do u lyk maan aka yash aka gurmeet.lolzz.

Moti Begum

Rishabh turned around to face the canvas, wetting his hands in the paint. Scooping and slashing colours carefully on the cloth.

"Will you look my way so I can land this food in the right place?" she pleaded.

He wasn't listening. So, she sat back down and ate it: all of it. The mushy vegetables, the half-burned tadka, the andda paratha and two masala chai: all tongued clean by the petite goddess.

A loud burp distracted Rishabh from his work.

"What was that?"
"The sound of a shitty meal landing my stomach".

"You are a lady".

"So treat me like one, assh***"

She cursed a few of his relatives and lay straight against the wall.

"Where is my food?"

He searched for leftovers among the empty metal plates.

"In my stomach".

"You weren't eating, what happened now?"

"I tried doing what you asked but, you wouldn't turn your stubborn face. So, I ate it for you".

"What about me?"

"What about you? Every man for himself. Besides, I am not your wife. According to you, I am your muse. My job description asks to assist you in the creative process per your say so. Don't mean I cook, scrub and clean. Find a maid".

"You are the maid", he mercilessly pulled on her long brown braid sweeping the floor. "You do everything I say, art or not".

There they were again: tears flooding down her cheeks. She wiped them clean to make room for more.

She was not staying quite this time but, was there more left to say?

"You don't have to hurt me, you know. I am your wife, I can do things for you. All you had to do was ask".

"Now, what would be the fun in that?"

He screamed, throwing a glass dangerously close to her foot. "Food, now!"

She ran up, covering her bruises with a duppatta on her way out.

"Food", she placed a smaller plate by his side with an almost inaudible whisper.

"Feed", he raised an eyebrow at her reluctant gestures.

"My arms hurt. I don't feel all too well".

"Don't be a drama queen. You asked for it. Each time, you could have kept mum".

"You son of b****, I asked for it? You hurt me, do you understand what that means? I am supposed to love you as your companion. How do you think I should do that after you nibble and you bite and you scream and you claw me? I am tired of you already and it's only been two days".

"Again, you are asking for it".

"If you wanted a mute girl, you should have bought a mute girl. I can speak and I will".

"Done? I will choose to let this go but, hurry up before my food gets cold".

"Yeah you eat this cat food. Suits you well for being an animal", she mumbled as she tore apart morsels of the food and offered them to her husband.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to my paintings".

"So, cherish it you ungrateful bas***d".

He glared and she hid her face behind the cotton duppatta.

"Treat me with respect", he said.

"You are the worst thing that ever happened to me. And my life was pretty bad with the neglected childhood and guardians who practically sold me off for a 90's Maruti. You could have paid a decent price".

"Precisely, you know what you are worth. A 90's girl worth a 90's beat down car".

She picked up a decent piece of fruit from his breakfast and began snacking.

"Old man, you got lucky. I am a high school girl and you have probably failed college ten times over. Walking down a street, I wouldn't have given your-six-feet-under-the-graveyard ass a second look. You got real lucky".

He pulled away the half eaten banana from her hand. "You just ate a meal for two lady".

"Not my fault if your mother doesn't know a thing about portion size".

"Hey Rama, not my mother again. You eat like a pig".

"You talk like a domesticated cow, tamed by your mama. I am serious when I say I am a heavy weight eating champion. I can eat twenty rotties and chaar katori bhaaji in one sitting".

"I need to get you fat".

"I beg your pardon?"

"Moti begum, the title of my new portrait. I'll paint you".

"In your dreams old man, I am known for my fast metabolism".

Rishabh noticed she had finished another half of his plate whilst they were engaged in conversation.

"You are cattle like".

"You should have thought of that before we wed".

"You are asking for it!"

He got from his seat and picked her up by the shoulders, right where it hurt. Pinned against the wall, she tried her best not to tear up.

"I will make sure you get a belly. I will impregnate you. Will take time but, you will be the Moti Begum".

She was shocked by his twisted theory. Who, in the right mind, would conjure up such a scheme?

"I……" her mouth was searching for words in desperation.

TBC (dun dun dun)

A/N: I can see you judging the name of the painting. Partially for comic relief and partially because I am terrible at naming things. If you hired me to name your kid, it would probably end up being Blue Ivy or something. Oh wait!😆😉

Originally posted by: Arias

Ooye aise kyun bolrahi ho?am i dstrbng u?and vaise mera naam ghazia he.cal me ghaz if u wanna?lolz.
And ok yaar.i dun hav any mre questns 2 ask u.but wil catch u later.bye take care.

Originally posted by: Arias

Hey no yaar iam not judng u.y do thnk so.u knw,i lyk 2 laugh.but now,iam serious abt u.coz,u said not 2 laugh.lolzzz.

Originally posted by: zara.92

Moti Begum ahaan ! Quite a fantasy ;)
eeekkk just what I was afraid of😳
Loved the update !

thanks :)