Meera awoke to the sun shining on her face. For a moment she forgot where she was. She stretched her body and realised her back was aching. She had slept on the hard floor. She could hear gentle snoring above her...
Meera looks towards Dharam sleeping peacefully and pulls a face. She covers her ears and complains, "I'm suffering here and look at him, snoring like a rakshash!".
She gets up but she suddenly stops on her tracks and stares in front of her at the mirror. Standing in front of her is her own reflection and her gaze moves to her hand which is clutching the black and gold string of beads around her neck. A flashback unfolds in her mind, taking her back to the night when Dharam had put it on her.
Although she had convinced herself there was nothing between her and Dharam when he put the manglesutre on her, when he put the sindoor in her hair, when they had done their saat phere she had felt her heart pounding. Was it because of the excitement of betraying the hated Modis. Was it the fact she would get revenge on her hated goody two shoes sister who had dared slap her in front of everyone?Or was it for a different reason entirely... Meera looked over at her sleeping husband. Meera tried to put these silly thoughts to the back of her mind. Of course she hated Dharam. Last night he had pushed her, he had insulted her. How dare he Meera muttered angrily...but then she remembered how he had swept her into his arms and carried her to the middle of the floor and let her go!!!!! Damn he smelt good. Still Meera bristled with anger. She was determined to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
Dharam began to stir in the bed. Meera panicked! Not knowing what to do she lay back down...
She scrunched the blanket tightly with her fists, bringing it over her head ever so slowly to hide herself from him. Though, she wanted to teach him a lesson for yesterday's actions, she was feeling feeble and a tiny bit helpless under his presence. Meera wondered why she was feeling like this because she has never been afraid of anything or anyone before.
Meera clenched her eyes shut and gripped the blanket tighter as she heard the bed creak. The sound of Dharam's footsteps began to get closer and closer towards her and then it stopped. Hesitantly, Meera opened her eyes to see Dharam do arm exercise. "Oh no! Why doesn't he just go", she muttered to herself.
Dharam paused his morning routine as he heard some sort of a muffle. His gaze immediately shifted to the petit bundle on the ground that was his wife. He chuckled at the thought of her, she was a living proof of their victory over the Modi family. They had won the game. However, his mood quickly turned grey at having remembered the girls nature. It bugged him to see someone other than his mum who could talk to him so fearlessly. Even his own son didn't have the guts to do the same as she did and this is why he lost his temper yesterday. She had to learn who he really was, she would be wise to do so.
Two brown eyes directed his attention away from the thoughts and he indulged into them. How could he forget those eyes... He edged closer to her as she squeezed them shut again. Cursing at herself for being caught, Meera kept her eyes glued. She could feel her heart thud loudly as she carefully peeked to see what he was doing. A burst of electric like shock spread across her face as soon as her eyes met Dharam's eyes, just inches away.
She immediately got up and created a distance from him but he was quick to grab the gajra that was attached on the back of her hair.
"Ow! Let go of me!", she moaned, trying to free her hair from his clutch. Although, it wasn't hurting her, she didn't like this treatment. She didn't like feeling weak.
"Be quiet and quickly get dressed. You have a lot to do today."
"No you shut up! I am not doing anything you understand, Mr Dharam Suryavanshi."
"Oh champa, stay in your limits and do as you're told. Understood? Otherwise you won't have a head to put this chameli on!", he tugged at the gajra to emphasise his point and then let go. Meera pierced her glare at him, face flooding with anger. Dharam smiled smugly seeing this reaction because this is what he was after. To see her suffer.
"I always have tea first thing in the morning. Go downstairs and make me a nice hot cup of tea.", he demanded at her. Meera stayed where she was, refusing to obey him.
"Go!", he shouted.
"I don't know how to make tea.", she lied.
"Oh of course. I forgot you're the princess of the Modi family. Don't worry, I will teach you."
Dharam got up and gestured at her to come. Unwillingly, Meera too got up and followed him to the kitchen where he got the necessary ingredients out and showed her the process of tea making. She pressed her finger to her temple out of boredom at having to observe this. Noticing this, Dharam clicked his fingers on her face.
"Listen! You're my wife now, it's your job to make sure I get my tea on time. I'm not going to show you everyday so you better learn right away otherwise you know what I'm capable of right?", he warned. This was the last straw for Meera, all the hatred of last night that she had tucked away was boiling furiously inside her. She had to teach him a lesson!
As if by coincidence, she spotted a large basket full of red chillis next to her. She knew what she was going to do to get even. "You should add some honey to that tea. It's good for health.", she advised in an attempt to drift his attention away.
"Well then you must have this also, it might add some sweetness to that thicki tongue of yours.", he chuckled loudly and spread his hands out at her for high five. Meera ignored this.
"Hey you can never leave this tali empty.", he said as Meera rolled her eyes and softly slapped his hand to shut him up and shift his focus elsewhere.
As Dharam turned around to get the honey, she grabbed some chillis and crushed them quickly before dumping them into the tea.
The tea simmered and then boiled. Meera tried hard to disguise her smirk. She got the sieve and poured the tea, making sure all the chilli seeds were removed. Dharam handed Meera the honey and she stirred it into his tea, the spoon clanging on the sides of the cup. Dharam glared at his wife. "Hurry up. I need to get ready. You need to get dressed. We have visitors coming to see you". Meera handed Dharam his cup. "You have some too" he barked at Meera. She slowly poured herself a cup and pretended to sip the tea slowly. All the time her eyes didn't leave his. Dharam raised the tea to his lips. He took one gulp and..."arrrggghhh". Crash. The cup fell to the ground and smashed into a thousand pieces. Meera could not contain her laughter. A furious Dharam grabbed Meera by her wrists. Suddenly Meera felt like a frightend little girl again. Dharam could sense her fear so he let her go. "You think your so clever don't you" he hissed. "You have met your match Meera Modi. Don't you forget it. Your under my power now. Look at the state of you. You look a mess". Meera suddenly remembered! She had no clothes. No make up, not even a tooth brush! She also didn't have any money! Oh no she didn't want to belittle herself by asking Dharam for anything. But she had no choice. As if he could read her mind Dharam spoke..."ask one of the servants for a spare toothbrush. I'm taking you shopping. No bride of mine is going to look like you do at the moment. You look like a churail". With that Dharam laughed out loud. Meera felt insulted and stared at Dharam boldly. Hey shorkurie Dharam clicked his fingers. Go. Now. I'm going to have a shower and get ready. We need to go quickly". Meera went up to their room flashing Dharam a cheeky smile as she left. Dharam watched her leave with his mouth half open! "That girl is going to be the death of me" he muttered to himself. "She does have gorgeous smile though"! Dharam pinched himself! "What the hell am I thinking? She's crazy"...however there was something about her don't give a damn attitude that he found strangely attractive. Meera sat slowly on the bed. I wonder where Vidhya is she thought to herself. She resisted going to look for her as she wanted Vidhya to suffer wondering where Meera was. "She can wait" Meera decided. Meera hoped the Modis had discovered she was gone now! Not that they would care. All they cared about was their precious Vidhya.
Edited by ninag - 9 years ago
Anupamaa
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
