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Hi everyone...Here's a new one for you all...A rather clich topic...I tried to put up in my style and hope you guys will enjoy it. Do read and comment...
OUTING-A ROSID OS BY ROSHNI
Roli's P.O.V
It was a Sunday and probably, the first time when we came out together. Me and Siddhantji- my husband. We were married for more than six months but not a day we have lived as a couple in the right sense. He's a business tycoon who loves to romance with his files rather than his wife. You know, I was an orphan. All these years, I had no one to care for me. After my marriage, I thought I would get somebody of my own. Yes, I got; a loving Ma and an even more loving and caring Papa and a little sister Jhanvi. But I didn't get what I wanted the most. Yes, a loving husband. He doesn't care about me at the least. Why should he? I was his Mom's selection after all. He should care me if at all I'm his selection. During all these days when he was in U.S for a conference, I was alone in that big bungalow of his. He didn't like me staying with his parents and sister. He thinks luxury makes it all. But little he knows that he's completely wrong. But today my heart got a soothing rain. He was back home after two months. Believe me, I was mouth opened when he came to me and asked me to dress up for a dinner. I was flying and wore a purple color saree. Purple was his favorite color. I remember Ma telling me his likes and dislikes. I wore the saree and stood before him expecting as much as a gaze from him. But nope...the wish was too much. He didn't listen me at all. We stepped in to the car and this time for a change he drove the car. We were at the restaurant and was about to have food when a group of professionals assembled around as if they had fallen from the sky. Siddhantji greeted them and expressed his surprise to meet them there. In no time, it turned to an official meeting and me, a mere listener. One of the ladies told me that I was lucky to have a hubby like him. Lucky- suits me pretty well... Tears started to flood my tears when he engaged himself with others. I couldn't bear anymore and I stepped out of the restaurant; but alone. He tried to stop me. But I didn't listen to him. I headed to home in an auto. Once I reached home, I threw myself on the bed and started crying badly. My threshold was broken. I can't bear anymore. The small room of my orphanage was even more comfortable than his luxurious home. Nope, you can't call it a home; it's merely a house made up of stones and bricks. I decided to quit. I started to stuff my clothes in a carry bag when he entered the room. "Roli, where are you going?" he asked. "I'm fed up...I can't take this shit anymore..."I said or rather shouted. "But where you're going? I mean..." he asked. "I still can get that old room in the orphanage." I was about to step out of the room when he suddenly scooped me in his hands. He put me on the bed and leaned on me so close that I could feel his fragrance and breath. "Where are you going shoving my love? I love you...You know how terrible these two months were for me without you? I ran back home only to see you. I planned a romantic date and unfortunately my colleagues came in between. But it wasn't purposeful...You got it? It wasn't..." I was looking in to his eyes all this while and I don't know when I hugged him and confessed my love to him. All I remember about what happened next was him kissing me and me responding to it. I don't know when he took control me and we finally consummated our six months old marriage. But this was all I needed in my life. His love, love and love...nothing else...
THE END
OUTING-A ROSID OS BY ROSHNI
Roli's P.O.V
It was a Sunday and probably, the first time when we came out together. Me and Siddhantji- my husband. We were married for more than six months but not a day we have lived as a couple in the right sense. He's a business tycoon who loves to romance with his files rather than his wife. You know, I was an orphan. All these years, I had no one to care for me. After my marriage, I thought I would get somebody of my own. Yes, I got; a loving Ma and an even more loving and caring Papa and a little sister Jhanvi. But I didn't get what I wanted the most. Yes, a loving husband. He doesn't care about me at the least. Why should he? I was his Mom's selection after all. He should care me if at all I'm his selection. During all these days when he was in U.S for a conference, I was alone in that big bungalow of his. He didn't like me staying with his parents and sister. He thinks luxury makes it all. But little he knows that he's completely wrong. But today my heart got a soothing rain. He was back home after two months. Believe me, I was mouth opened when he came to me and asked me to dress up for a dinner. I was flying and wore a purple color saree. Purple was his favorite color. I remember Ma telling me his likes and dislikes. I wore the saree and stood before him expecting as much as a gaze from him. But nope...the wish was too much. He didn't listen me at all. We stepped in to the car and this time for a change he drove the car. We were at the restaurant and was about to have food when a group of professionals assembled around as if they had fallen from the sky. Siddhantji greeted them and expressed his surprise to meet them there. In no time, it turned to an official meeting and me, a mere listener. One of the ladies told me that I was lucky to have a hubby like him. Lucky- suits me pretty well... Tears started to flood my tears when he engaged himself with others. I couldn't bear anymore and I stepped out of the restaurant; but alone. He tried to stop me. But I didn't listen to him. I headed to home in an auto. Once I reached home, I threw myself on the bed and started crying badly. My threshold was broken. I can't bear anymore. The small room of my orphanage was even more comfortable than his luxurious home. Nope, you can't call it a home; it's merely a house made up of stones and bricks. I decided to quit. I started to stuff my clothes in a carry bag when he entered the room. "Roli, where are you going?" he asked. "I'm fed up...I can't take this shit anymore..."I said or rather shouted. "But where you're going? I mean..." he asked. "I still can get that old room in the orphanage." I was about to step out of the room when he suddenly scooped me in his hands. He put me on the bed and leaned on me so close that I could feel his fragrance and breath. "Where are you going shoving my love? I love you...You know how terrible these two months were for me without you? I ran back home only to see you. I planned a romantic date and unfortunately my colleagues came in between. But it wasn't purposeful...You got it? It wasn't..." I was looking in to his eyes all this while and I don't know when I hugged him and confessed my love to him. All I remember about what happened next was him kissing me and me responding to it. I don't know when he took control me and we finally consummated our six months old marriage. But this was all I needed in my life. His love, love and love...nothing else...
THE END
