Aadhya Malhotra

I pushed the hair falling on my face. It kept disturbing me and I opened my eyes in irritation, to find my husband drawing with my hair on my face!

"Are you mad?" I groaned laying on my stomach, snuggling my face into the pillow.

"My sleep is finished, get up. We can talk." He said keeping his hands on my waist. He tried to turn me back and I laid still.

"I'm going in five days and my wife doesn't want to spend time with me?"

I turned back, laid on his chest with my hand on his neck. "That line isn't going to work, every time. And I want to sleep." I mumbled. I kissed him on his neck and I felt his arms tightening around my back.

I'm going to miss him, terribly. He can't even imagine, how much. Months without Rehan! Even though it's funny, I met him 4 months ago.

"You know, you should stay at your parents after I go. You haven't stayed there for a long time."

"Hmm."

Sleep Rehan. Sleep.

I slowly patted his back and I went kind of out like a light.

"—dhya, Aadhya"

"What!" I gasped with my heart beating fast. I get scared when someone shake me in sleep.

"You were sleeping." He complained. I look at the digital clock on his side, 06:37, it says. Rehan had turned the lamp on his side, on.

"No, I was bathing." I turned back irritatingly and closed my eyes. God of sleep, save me from this Satan.

I want to sleep!

"I'll be gone in five days—"

"What the hell do you want" I snarled sitting on the bed. He smiled following my action.

"I was thinking of cooking something," He said.

"Mom doesn't even let you inside" I groaned rubbing my face with my hands.

"Well, my wife will." He smirked and I facepalm myself.

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"Has anyone told you, you're way too annoying" I scoffed opening the kitchen door.

"Well, many have said I'm sexy"

I gave him a mocking expression in reply. I opened the kitchen windows. It was a nearly bright morning, the dark was slowly vanishing. I watered the English Ivy and Aloe Vera in the kitchen.

"What are we having for breakfast?" Rehan asked inspecting the fridge.

"Batura, Chicken Curry and Peas"

"Okay, and what am I gonna do"

"Do you even know what to do?" I asked tying my hair in a messy bun.

"I'll make tea" He opened one of the cupboards, searching for a vessel.

"We make tea, just 10 minutes before having breakfast," I said taking the flour and other essentials for making batura. "But since it's the first thing you said, you can make tea. I'll heat it for breakfast"

The water started boiling and I showed him the number of tea leaves and sugar to put.

"Arrey, Wah. Will Gordon Ramsay make such nice tea" He commented taking a sip of his tea. He nudged my shoulder signing the tea. I smiled continuing to knead the dough.

"Hey, can I do that"

"Nnooo!" I shook my head at his request of kneading the dough. He won't be able to make it right and if it goes wrong I'll have to start from the beginning again.

"Comm'on yaar, your husband will go--"

"Trust me, if you say that once more I'm gonna kick you, where I kick you the most" I warn pointing him my forefinger.

"Oh No!"

"But please, one time. Let me do it, just once, Aadhya"

"No"

"Please"

"Once and for one minute" I moved back to let him do the kneading. Even though he has zero experience in kitchen things he wants to put his hand in everything.

"This is sticky," He says taking his hands out.

"Yes, my dear. But you'll have to make them not sticky. It was your wish, keep kneading" I laughed taking the vegetables out of the fridge.

My husband lost his war with the flour and I had to start from the beginning. Also, I banned him from helping me or touching things in the kitchen.

He's currently sitting on the countertop watching my every move. And because of that, my hands are being slippery. We heard the calling bell, and he went to open the door.

"Aadhya, come here please" I heard Sanjay.

I'd finished kneading, and covering it with a cloth I went to the hall. Sanjay is going to Rajasthan today, he's a destination wedding to shoot. Hence, for a week he won't be here.

"Yes," I smiled at him as he forwarded me a big rectangular shaped bag. He sighed Rehan to hold it too.

"What's this," I asked sitting on the couch, opening the bag.

"This is my wedding gift, actually our wedding gift. It was supposed to be given to you guys days ago, but my staff subtracted one a from your name and added it to Rehan. That's why the delay" Sanjay said as Rehan helped me to open the bag.

It was our wedding album, a card and a pen drive.

"This is beautiful," I said to him tracing the album's front cover. It was a picture of me and Rehan, I had my both feet on each one of his and leaning higher to face him.

Our names were carved in the middle in a white text.

"The card is from me and Anu, and the pen drive contains the wedding video and all the photos, even those which is not included in the album"

"Thank you," I said to Sanjay and my eyes had a tint of happy tears. He smiled at me back, bowing his head down.

"Yes, thank you for bringing it now at least. I thought you'll gift it to my fifth child" Rehan mocked and I nudged him.

"Just say thank you" I scolded and Sanjay shook his head.

"Devrani Ji, he's not going to change. And Rehan 5 kids! I'm feeling sorry for you, Aadhya" Sanjay laughed and my face was red.

I glared at my husband and he shrugged his shoulders before walking Sanjay out.

I was so excited to open the album, so I paused the kitchen works. We had to make the curries and the batura dough has to be rested for 2 hours, so it wasn't much.

"This is too beautiful" I whispered watching the photos.

"Yes," Rehan wrapped his hands around me and looking at the photos.

By the time we finished watching the photos and the video, I was in tears.

Our wedding was beautifully captured and I felt like I was married again.

The time flew super fast and I was away from home, in college, sitting with Kiara, Rita and Vidya and hearing Mr Chatterji's boring maths.

I was impatiently tapping on the desk, waiting for the bell.

"I want to scream" Rita whispered keeping her head down.

She is great at drawing cartoons and Chatterji's face is already carved on the desk with a zip on his mouth.

"I want to kill this Chatterbox," Kiara says gritting her teeth.

"I want to die," Vidya said hitting on her head.

"Why don't we kill him" I suggested and the others sitting Infront of us, gave me a thumbs up.

God heard us, the bell rang and he was out.

Everyone's energy boosted up but our group were so lazy to get up from the bench so we stayed to chitchat.

"This picture is nice" Kiara pointed the picture taken at my reception. It'd me, Rehan, Kiara, Rita, Vidya and some other girlfriends.

"Hey, show us his cousin. Kavya, right?" Rita asked and I scrolled to get the photo. She was not in much photos except the family photos.

And I think it's because of the whole Rehan marrying thing. And I'm glad, where we are now. She's my friend, not so close but still a good friend, I think.

"You know what I wish to do?" Kiara asked looking up from my phone.

"What!"

"To kill you. I've never seen a girl like you before. I mean, who the hell keeps a girl, on their house, who has a crush on her husband!"

"Strike out the has, she had okay. And eve--"

Kiara showed me her hand, asking me to stop.

"If I ask you to forget Rehan, with a correct explanation from my side, and ask you to move on with your life, can you forget him?"

"Hell no, I'm no--"

"Then how do you think, Kavya, who has him on her heart for all these years, was asked to forget him, out of the blue. She had a hope that he'll be hers, till the moment he put Sindoor on your forehead" "So Aadhya, you had ordered yourself a snake"

My throat was dry, suddenly. I can't ever forget Rehan, he's a part of my life.

Hell, he is my life.

Then how can she!?

Does she have feelings towards him? Still.

"But she's so good towards me and...and I don't think she has anything for him, still" I spoke, feeling my inside shivering.

"How many months she has to stay?" asked Rita and I looked at her.

"Four...Five something"

"And when will Rehan be back"

"After four months"

"Then, it won't be a problem. But you take care, okay. And if a problem arises, please don't be the innocent Aadhya, speak up. Got that" Kiara nodded at me and I nod back.

"If anyone wants to escape, run. Shruti ma'am is on leave and Chatterbox is going to come again" One of the boys, Tarun, yelled before running out taking his bag.

We all groaned and slumped back into our seat. Seconds later Chatterbox came with Tarun, who was walking slowly behind him keeping his head down.

We all laughed at him and he glared at the class, before sitting on his seat.

"I'm going to be mad for sure," Kiara said, keeping her head on my shoulders.

The time was moving slow and our patience was growing high.

"Sir" The peon interrupted the class and everyone took a deep sigh.

"Please take him with you" Rita muttered looking at the peon.

Peon informed something to Chatterji and he scanned the whole class before his eyes reached me.

"Aadhya, your husband is here to pick you"

As soon as his words left from his mouth, the whole class left out 'ooooooo's' from their mouth.

My cheeks were red for sure. As much as this is an embarrassment, I was so damn happy to leave.

My girls painfully looked at me as I take my bag.

I love you husband, now more than ever.

"I wish I was married" Kiara groaned laying her head on the desk

I rushed down and spotted Rehan, standing at the entrance.

He waved at me as the wind made his silky black hair to dance. I don't know it was me or the black shirt he wore, he looked like a college-going boy.

Boy!

He's 28!

"You're my saviour" I laughed as he placed his hand on my back, walking towards the car.

"Really. Why?" He cocked his head to look at me.

I blabbered until we reached the car.

"And everyone is so jealous of me" I laughed, shutting the door.

"Yeah, sure you do have a handsome husband," He said pulling the car from the ground.

"How does every talk of ours, lead to you saying "I'm handsome" huh,?"

He laughed showing his white teeth.

I'm going to miss you, a lot.

"Just like that"

"Where are we going?"

He took a different turn and I knew we were not going home.

"Ah, there's something I've to tell you"

He looked so serious. He licked his lower lip, holding my hand with his free one.

"I'm sorry, but" He took a deep breath as he concentrated on the door, intently. "I'm going today"

"Where"

He looked at me without saying anything.

"No!"

No. This can't be it. He can't go, simply just like that.

"No. We have 5 more days, Rehan. And you can't go like that"

"I'm sorry. It's my mistake. I didn't look at the date, properly. I'm sorry"

I didn't say anything, instead looked out of the window. How can he go?

I was making myself prepared, day by day. And out of nowhere...

Why?

"If this is one of your stupid pranks, the--" I said pointing my forefinger and he shook his head.

"How can I joke on this, Aadhya. We're going to the airport. I've my luggage ready and you can take the car back. I've informed mom, dad and everyone else" He informed me.

He was talking the truth. We were going to the airport.

My eyes were burning and hot tears ran out of them. I kept rubbing my face as the car came to a halt.

"This is it" Rehan whispered.

I removed my seatbelt and hugged him tightly. He caressed my hairs, kissing in them.

We stayed like that for minutes and he finally broke the hug.

"Please don't cry. I don't want my wife to have puffy eyes, on our honeymoon"

What the hell!

I'M SORRY

Thank you so much for your patience.

Writer's block had pulled me so back. Seeing the notification of many wonderful people voting and commenting on my story, I was so hurt, that I couldn't write anything.

But today I decided to overcome everything. So here I'm!

When I didn't update for a week, I didn't saw anyone's comment asking 'where is the update'. And on top of the writer's block, I was in shock and hurt that many don't care about my update.

But I was proven wrong soon, indeed many comments and messages were asking for the update. And I was in complete guilt that I couldn't muster the courage to write (I did write something, here and there, but it was not reaching anywhere).

Alhamdulillah, everything is over and fine and I'm sorry once again.

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And past days have been so horrible, Irfan Khan, Rishi Kapoor, Wajid, Chiranjeevi Sarja, Sushant Singh Rajput and Director Sachi.

I knew Irfan was not well but then this, it was unexpected.

Death is unexpected, and it hurts like a bitch.

I cried watching Meghna cry hugging Chiranjeevi. I pray, that Allah gives her strength to raise her baby and lead a healthy life.

When my sister told me SSR committed suicide, I was stuck. I told her it's false. And then everyone started sharing the stories and it took time for me to put that into my head. I was on the verge of crying.

I can't hear Gulabi, Makhna, Kaun Tujhe, Jab Tak, Sweetheart, Khairiyat and so on, with the happiness I used to have. It's no more the same.

May all of their souls rest in peace.

thank you

with love,

ziya

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