"Gas se khatto, Paro..."
She was busily pouring the weird looking mixture into the pan.
"mein ne kaha, gas se khatto..." His voice stroke an upper note. But, it was not enough to make Paro shudder. The spoon simply clanked on the pan. He glared at her angrily and muttered under his breath "Paroo... you..".
The next thing she saw was the pan on its wings slamming against the kitchen sink. She looked up and saw a set of eyes piercing into her soul. He moved an inch forward, and her legs found their ways backwards.
"When I say something, it's best for you to obey!... Now, move aside." He signalled her to the door. She sighed looking into his eyes and meekly retreated. After an imaginary pat on the back, he turned back only to see a stubborn Paro scrubbing on the pan. He sprang towards her and held her by the shoulders. " You never understand, do you?.. You are nothing but a shameless creature with no self-respect clinging to me like a leech.." With that punch of an insult he threw her sideways and bounced towards the door.
" Am not.." A mild voice was heard from behind.
He turned : " What?"
" I'm not what you said." A silver drop found its way down
her rosy cheeks. " I am not shameless. I have done wrong, I have misunderstood
you, I was with wrong 'aadmi'. I was not ready to believe you. I hurt
you, I hurt my nation... I know I was wrong, even though, it was not intentional...
and am shameful of it. That's why I am here. I am shameful of my wrong, I want
you to forgive me; you know why?.. because I have self respect. I cant live with the burden of
being wrong. I don't want to cling to ...". a fresh set of tears fled her eyes.
He stared at her in silence. Paro looked at him and her sobs grew louder. He sprinted to her and pulled her into his arms in the flash of a
second. She looked at him, wide eyed and tried to move away, but he was too
much to resist...
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" Dont move" he whispered keeping her close to his heart and turned off the gas.
"something is burning" Paro sniffed in the air.
Rudra pushed her slightly away, and looked at her questioningly. Suddenly her eyes fell on Rudra's right palm. it had a red shade on it.
" you are hurt" She instinctively took his hand in hers and started to blow . He flinched and tried to let his hand free.
"Shh.. stay still..." She commanded and applied some oil on his inner palms. " You are so careless... How could someone get hurt like that?"
He rolled his eyes and let his hands free. " Rudr..." She chided him. He leaned in and took hold of her duppatta and raised an eyebrow.
" Arrey.. what do you think you are doin..." she gulped her words mid-sentence as she saw the burnt-out far end of her duppatta.
A simple " Ohh.." escaped from her mouth and she gaped stupidly at him.
He gave one of his 'am-done-with-you' looks and left the kitchen, as a soft 'Thanks , Rudr' was heard.
A smirk peaked out from the mustached lips, as the 'mausam' once again bloomed.
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I know, its not great.. Still, tell me. How did u find it? Any good?
should i write any further?
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