‘No I am not going to bear all this, I don’t like it and you should now realize this’ She screamed at him on top of her voice.
It seemed she had been trying hard to push him too out of her life, and with every try, she had added a strange strength in her voice all these days. She was a changed human. Her delicate cotton saris with pearl necklaces were replaced with tight fitted pants and deep necked tops, her favorite fennel seeds were no longer visible in the smoke her mouth enjoyed and the dark kohl had lost its pride of showing her beauty.
She dragged him out with her full force and tried to throw his half dead body in the pool. He was almost saved. He could see the rage in her eyes. He could see the unease she had. He could see her confusion right there at her face.
He smiled recollecting his strength, almost laughed at the helplessness she portrayed.
He had seen her last month in a Bar, smoking cigar and happily gulping pints of beer alone. He was amused to see her leaving the bar in her full elegant sense. It was fascinating, he had thought then.
She picked her scarf from the cupboard and forced it into her hand bag. It was already full. She glanced at the room for a while and tiptoed towards the main gate. She knew, the room and the house no longer belonged to her.
He had met her at a public party again. She had been with people, dancing at the beats and swooning around when she had bumped into his friend. He and friend had made her drink lemons to bring back her normal self. She had been thankful and had winked at him. He, almost lost in her bold beauty by then, had decided to be with her.
He tried calling her again. It was 4 hours already after their fight. She was nowhere. He had called her friends, whom he knew. He had even strolled out to get a sight of her somewhere. But she was not there.
This was not a first fight for him. In a 2 week of togetherness, she had jolted him more than thrice when he had tried to touch her soft knuckles, She had screamed at him more than hundred times when he had tried to be little nice with her and she had (almost) had him beaten to half dead when he had tried to be a love to her. It was strange, he knew. But there was something about her which made him ignore her actions, there was (definitely) a soft side of her which made him love her and there was (may be) an attraction towards her which had made him addicted.
He heard her steps, she was back. He could sense his own winning smile. He cleared the shave box, his wallet, and the ties, some of his favourite pants and few of his perfumes from the bed. He knew, the things thrown by her during fight should not be seen. He washed his face, cleaning the blood stains carefully and brushed his teeth. He also opted to go for mouth face again.
He was sitting upright, reading his book when she entered into the room. While she tried to look normal, he had his usual loving smile.
She had been a woman with a rich husband 4 years back. Her family and his love had defined her life then. There weekdays were fun and weekends spent romantically. Her round red Bindi and cotton saris were hit of her life. She had known people had been envious about her luck and she ignored haughtily.
However, everything was short lived. Her husband had been found with another woman one night. The woman wore blouses showing cleavage and skirts short enough to show her thighs. She had been devastated. She had decided to leave him and start fresh.
She brought herself near to him. He still seemed busy in his book. She stared at the marks on his face and tried to touch them. He still ignored. She tried to hug him tight, though it seemed he did not care.
After the marriage failure, she had been a directionless woman. She had opted for a fashion similar to the woman she saw, she had become a person similar to the man she married and she had voted for a life she had always disapproved. The new She was bold and selfish, the new She was rude and snobbish and the new She was lifeless and bore.
She had seen him at the bar that night though she walked ignoring him. He had been staring at her with his loving eyes. They met again at a party when she had lost herself to the extra drinks someone paid for her. He had been caring and funny. He had proposed her a new relation to which she had agreed.
She had shifted to the house 2 weeks back. Things were different. His bed had new florescent colour sheets unlike her fondness for green pastel. He had a gym in the space where she would have preferred a garden. His cupboard looked organized unlike her husband. And he, he was more romantic and tempting than she had thought.
He had proposed her that night. She had been violent then. Her past had made her believe in ‘no love’ life. She had strained herself thinking about the future. He knew nothing about her, yet he loved her. It had suffocated her. She had thrown the things he owned, making him bleed through his head and nose. She had tried being criminal with him, dragging him to the pool. At last, she had left unsaid to think aloud.
She tried kissing him hard; pushing aside the book he was trying to concentrate. She tried getting him near, pulling his collar from her hand. He smiled and let her have her way. The room witnessed the flare. The walls who had no sheen, witnessed the love. And the woman who had once lost her way, found herself.
The purple tooth 