11|Tejas Crying

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HER POV

"Pyaar se khilayngi to zehar bhi kha lenge," he said and I almost forgot to breathe.

(If you feed me with love, I would even eat poison.)

He chewed over his bite, staring into my eyes and suddenly winked, racing my heartbeats. I felt getting closer to him each second.

His words, emotions and actions, everything seemed to draw me closer to him.

"Yeh jo aap har waqt humein aankh maarte rehte hai, kisi din bahut bhari padega aap par," I said, turning away from him, focusing on my food.

(You keep winking at me every now and then, you'll suffer one day because of it.)

"Aapko achha nahi lagta?" He asked.

(You don't like it?)

Why does he ask that? It's not about liking or disliking. He should not be doing that, what if someone sees it, what would he do then?

"Hamari pasand se aapko kya farak padta hai? Agar kabhi kisi ne dekh liya to kya sochenge aapke baare mein?" I said taking a sip.

(Why do you care about my likings? Have you ever wondered what will others think about you if they catch you?)

"Sirf aapki pasand se farak padta hai humein, koi aur kya sochta hai hamare baare mein hume farak nahi padta," he said and eyes refused to blink.

(I only care about your likings, I do not care what others think)

My cheeks started to turn red and I refused to look at him and instead focused on my food.

"Bahut bolne lage hai," I murmured to myself.

(You have started talking a lot)

"Kuch kaha aapne?" he asked but I shook my head.

(Did you say anything?)

"I think we should hurry," I said, starting to finish my snack, which had made me very hungry.

I was about to finish my tea, when I looked at him since he felt quiet. He was looking ahead while sitting with one leg over the other. He looked lost. I looked at his plate and it was left untouched.

"Aapko sach mein pasand nahi aaya?" I asked sincerely.

(You really did not like it?)

He looked at me and smiled.

"No, it's really nice," he said.

"Then why didn't you eat anymore?" I asked, putting away my earthen glass of tea.

"Actually my hands are dirty," he said, showing his palms with little dirt on them.

I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. I pulled his plate closer made another bite and looked at him.

"Hari chutney ya mithi chutney?" I asked.

(Green sauce or sweet sauce?)

"Sirf aapke haath," he said softly, and my eyes were glued to him. I couldn't remove them from him.

(Only your hands)

"Bahut bolne lag gaye hai aap," I said, dipping the bite into green sauce and forwarding it to him.

(You have started talking a lot)

He smiled looking at me.

"To aap chup kara dijiye," he said and opened his mouth.

(So get make me quiet)

"Wahi kar rahe," I said and fed him.

(Doing that only)

I quickly took another big bite, dipped it in more green chilli sauce, and forwarded it to him. Before he could say anything further, I pushed the food forward in his mouth, and he could just stare at me.

He has started to enjoy my reaction with his smart talks. I will now teach him a good lesson.

I took another bite, again dipped it in green chilli sauce, and forwarded it to him. But he refused to open his mouth this time. He wanted me to put it in his mouth. There he goes. But I was not done yet.

I held his cheek with one palm for him to take the bite and fed him another. He tried to warn me from his eyes, but he couldn't do much. I bit my lip, trying hard to stop smiling while looking at his state while he chewed hard to swallow those bites.

I then turned to have my tea, but I couldn't stop laughing. What does he think of himself that he can intimidate me all the time? Well, he has his answer now. He wanted me to shut him up, and I did. I hope he has learnt his lesson.

Taking the last sip of my tea, I put my earthen glass aside and looked at him. Colour drained from my face. I couldn't believe my eyes.

He looked at me intensely and tears were running out of his eyes. Was he crying? I immediately regretted what I did a few minutes back. What the hell was I even thinking?

Before I could say anything, he looked away, and I immediately shifted closer and cupped his cheeks. His cheeks were flooded with fresh tears and dried ones stains.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry.... I'm really sorry... I did not know yo...you.. ca..cant-,' I tried to apologise and wipe his tears away.

His eyes had become red because of my madness. He looked away somewhere and pointed his finger at it. I looked around and found a jug of water and a steel glass on our table. I quickly filled the glass and brought it close to his lips.

"Have it please," I said.

He looked at me with a softer expression and held my palm, the one holding the glass, and brought it to his lips. He started gulping down the water urgently, and I looked at his relaxed eyes. He shut his eyes and drank the last drop of water.

I quickly filled another glass and made him drink similarly. This time, he looked into my eyes and emptied the glass. Putting the glass away, I looked at him apologetically.

"Humein maaf kar dijiye," I said in a low voice, asking for his forgiveness.

(Please forgive me)

His nose and ears had turned red by now. I now understood why he refused both sauces, and I was an idiot for taking it as a tease. But he could have just said so clearly.

It wasn't completely my fault but still, I regretted bringing tears into his eyes.

He looked into my eyes for a few seconds and then chose to speak.

"Sabke saamne zabardasti teekha khila sakti hai par hamara haath nahi pakad sakti!" he said.

(You can feed me chillies forcefully infront of everyone but cannot hold my hand!)

God, is he still upset about that? What is wrong with him? Why did he feel so bad about me not holding his hand?

"Kyun hamara haath pakadna chahte hai aap?" I asked.

(Why do you want to hold my hand?)

And he did not take a minute to answer that.

"Hum chahte hain aap hamara haath pakde, aur fir kabhi na chhorein," he said in extreme but soft emotions and stood up to leave.

(I want you to hold my hand, and not leave it ever)

And I sat there dumbfounded. Why does he say things that always leave me confused? Why does he have to race my heartbeats with his words every time. What does this even mean? And why does he want to hold my hand forever?

It was getting even more confusing to think about it. I should ask him only, what he meant.

I got up, walked out, and found him walking out after paying for everything. And I felt bad. Instead, I should have treated him in my village. He paid for something he did not even want to eat in the first place.

He is generous and not complaining. I should behave properly with him. I really felt bad for what I did to him today.

I followed him while he received a call. He was talking about his office work when he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"Excuse me, just a minute," he said, walking ahead of me.

I nodded and stayed behind. I was standing idle lost in my thoughts when my eyes followed a bangle shop right behind me. I quickly went up there since he was still busy with his cell phone.

Walking up there, I looked for a few bangles and found a beautiful set of glass bangles. They were pretty red and had a delicate shine.

"Didi bataye kya pasand aaya?" The shop owner asked.

(Sister, tell me what did you like?)

"Kya bhav hai inka?" I asked and tried them on my right hand.

(What is the price of these?)

They were beautiful. I found a few bangles to buy for Radhika and Bhabhi-sa as well.

"Tees rupaye darzan hai yeh kaanch waale," he said and I looked at me.

(These glass ones are thirty rupees a dozen)

"Tees? Bahut zyada hai, sab jagah to bees mein de rahe hai," I said.

(Thirty? Its too much, everywhere they are selling for twenty,)

He was clearly trying to loot me. They definitely were not worth thirty rupees.

"Nahi didi, yeh kaanch ke hai," he said and I started to take them all off.

(No sister they are made of glass)

"Are you buying something?" I heard his voice suddenly.

I turned to look back at him.

"No, nothing. Let's go," I said and walked away.

Later, we returned to the site, and he supervised all the work while I gave him detailed information about other water supply processes nearby.

In the late afternoon, we started to head back home but both were quiet this time. I was not speaking because I was sad about filling him with chillies. But why wasn't he talking to me? All the other times he tries to make me blush or surprised, but now he wasn't doing anything. Is he mad at me for doing that to him? I looked at him and wondered if that was true.

But those stupid sunglasses didn't let me see through him. He was keenly walking on the rural dust filled roads.

Even I became hesitant to say anything to him now. I was afraid of getting scolded by him. But more than that I was afraid of getting ignored and forgotten by him. I don't know what I was expecting from him but I did not want that.

Upon reaching home, I walked to the gates and he stopped on his tracks.

I started to enter but he still didn't follow behind. I looked behind and found him looking at me this time without those stupid sunglasses.

"Aap nahi aa rahe?" I asked softly and he shook his head.

(Are you not coming?)

"Hume abhi aur kaam hai," he said.

(I still have got more work to do)

"To fir aap kyu aaye hamare saath?" I asked knitting my brows.

(Then why did you come back along with me?)

"To walk you back home, safely," he said and face muscles relaxed hearing him.

I did not know what to answer him.

"Thank you," I said and he shook his head.

"You are my responsibility," he said and turned around to leave.

"Suniye," I called him a little loud and he immediately turned around to look at me.

(Listen,)

"I'm sorry for today," I apologized with sincere emotions, hoping he forgives me.

But he again shook his head but only smiled at me this time.

"Lagta hai teekhe ki aadat daalni padegi hume," he said and walked away leaving me thinking again at the door again.

(I guess I will have to add chillies into my habit?)

Later I went back in and got myself busy with home chores. In the evening I prepared tea and a sweet snack along with it. Hoping he would enjoy it and accept my apology.

But instead he didn't show up in the evening. I heard he was very busy today. I felt a little sad but then I mentally smiled thinking I would make a sweet dessert for him today at dinner.

In no time I got busier each second. I cooked mixed veg and dal makhani and boiled rice after that. After boiling milk I quickly started to prepare kheer and while it cooked I brought out a few dry fruits and got them ready.

After the kheer was done I added the dry fruits and mixed it well. It smelled amazing. I bet he can't stay mad at me anymore. I smiled wondering what his face would be like when he tastes it.

"Sunaina go wash your hands, it's dinner time now," I heard bhabhisa.

I hurried upstairs freshened up. I washed my face and hurried downstairs.

I waited for him at the dining table, after everyone got seated. But no sign of him. Later I got to know he will be late due to work and it saddened me. I barely ate anything with my upset mood and came back to my room after dinner.

How could he do that? What was taking him so long to come back home? He wanted me to go back home safely on time but what about his safety now? And what if anyone has been waiting for him all day? Shouldn't he at least inform the other person personally? I even made him a sweet dish but he cared nothing for that, nothing for me.

I soon slept out of tiredness after thinking about the day with him and his absence that affected me.

Suddenly I felt someone walking with slow and heavy steps in my room. I immediately got alerted and opened my eyes. Slowly bringing my face out of the quilt I looked around but it was dark in the room.

I slowly got up and looked around, I felt someone behind me but before I could say or do something I felt a palm against my mouth and I lay back on the bed with fear.

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