NAVARASA Series | Raudra ~ 2nd OS pg9!! (19/07) - Page 6

Raudra (Anger)

With narrow eyes, he just saw her silently seethe. Sometimes, he'd enjoy this habit of his, watching her. She was still as amusing, as full of things to be observed since the time he had laid his eyes on her. She was furiously chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and the large window was letting him have a view of his beautiful bride who was completely red with anger.

He hadn't done anything to piss her off knowingly. But of course, she was bound to get angry on something or the other. With the amount of anger she displayed to him, maybe he was rubbing off on her. And the amount of love that seemed to pour out of him when she was angry, made him think she was leaving her bits inside his soul too.

He watched as she slowly lowered the chopped vegetables into the cooking pot and stirred it as it simmered. Her face was a bit better now that she was in the vicinity of her Jeeja, but he knew that as soon as he tried to approach her, she'd most probably bite his head off. Silently, that is.

-x-x-x-

He watched her with eyes full of destruction. Some days it would seem as if she understood what all this was, but on other days, days like tonight, she seemed to forget who she was.

More importantly, who she was to him.

She was nothing. If she couldn't get it inside her head, he'd have to get a nail and hammer and permanently stack it inside her brain.

He wasn't here to have dinner. He wasn't here to see her cook for him. No, nothing of those sorts was welcome from her. All this just made him more and more furious, his anger about to bubble out of his body.

"Laila... Kitni baar kehna padega, ki biwi banne ki koshish mat kia kar.." He tried to make her understand that she was deluding herself. ["Laila, how many times do I have to tell you, don't try to become a wife to me."]

The smile on her face faded, and she understood.

He got out of his clothes, and saw her undressing too.

His anger decimated. He wouldn't feel it for at least fifteen minutes. He wouldn't feel anything for the next fifteen minutes. Finally, fifteen minutes of nothingness.

-x-x-x-

"Maaf bhi kar de naa, Paro..." He cooed to her, enveloping her into his huge arms, and marvelling at the tininess of his wife. ["Now please forgive me, Paro..."]

She just huffed, and refused to look into his eyes.

"Aajkal kuch jyaada hi gussa hone lagi hai tu mere se..." He cajoled her, lifting her chin up a little and trying to kiss her rose petal like lips. ["Nowadays, you get angry on me all the time..."]

She stopped him, and looked straight into his eyes.

"Aapse badlaa le rahi hu pehle ka..." She taunted him. ["I am taking revenge for how you treated me in the past..."]

His hold on her got vice-like, remembering the times he had been angry on her, with or without a reason. Never in his seven lives would he forget how irrational and illogical his anger towards her had been, and never would he stop making it up to her.

"Le le badlaa... Kar le utna hi jallaad-pana jitna maine kiya tha..." He let go of her, and asked for his punishment. ["Go ahead... Be a jallaad to me like I was..."]

But instead, he found the dainty arms closing in on him, and he thanked all the lords in all the heavens that his wife, never ever gives up on him, despite his anger, despite his past.

-x-x-x-

Her arms close in on him, trying to engulf and contain the massive tornado that he is. It seems that she likes that he is a tempest of raging emotions and conflicting directions and leaves destruction in his wake. She likes holding him, maybe to just revel in the fact that she can contain him for a few minutes.

He wants to laugh at that. If only she knew she did nothing of that sort. She was nothing. She meant nothing. His anger rises when she tries to coo to him, in that irritating honey-dripping voice of hers. He bites back the bile that rises in his throat every time she tries that voice on him, thinking it'll make him like her.

"Kyun ukhda hua hai tu Rudra..." She cajoles him, and her fingers play by drawing circles on his chest. ["Why are you so upset, Rudra?"]

The nail that scratches his skin makes him jolt her away. There is only a limit till he can tolerate her.

"Bakwaas mat kia kar... Jaane de.." He barks at her, and turns to leave. ["Stop your nonsense... and let me leave..."]

She gets agitated like a fish out of water, and keeps on screaming to stop him, spend a little time.

But he never stops. He doesn't go to her to feel. He goes to her to stop feeling anything at all.

-x-x-x-

She lays out the bed-sheet on to the make-shift cot nearby, and he groans. She refuses to come to their bed, and it has him in shambles.

"Paro... Aajkal tu mujhse bhi jyaada gussa karti hai... Ek baar dawaai hi toh khaana bhool gaya mai..." He begs. ["Paro, nowadays you are angrier than even me. I only forgot to take my medicine once..."]

"Mhaare se baat mat kijiye... Mhaare ko neend aa rahi hai..." She turns away from him. ["Don't try to talk to me. I am very sleepy.."]

He gets up from his bed, and walks to her. He takes her into his arms, despite her struggling against it, and brings her to their bed. Keeping her warm in his embrace, he keeps on giving her kisses until her anger vanishes, and she cries out that he is leaving marks all over with his thorn like moustache.

Later in the night, when she is deep into slumber, he watches her for a few minutes, feeling everything. Feeling every emotion there could be. He feels. And he doesn't understand why he loves the fact that she makes him feel so much. He doesn't understand why the only thing that used to define him, the meaning of his name, is completely redundant when she is involved. Why his anger means nothing. And why she means everything.

A/N: So, how was it? I have no idea how this got so weak. I am again apologizing if this was sub-par. Sowwiieee.