32| Voldemort of mom's life

Started on 12th October 2020.

Completed on 15th October 2020.

Word count : 4550 words

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- D I V Y A -

We both were kissing until we heard a click of picture. We pulled back and saw a woman holding a camera in her hands.

I lost my control, causing to fall down the bed. It pains a lot!

I was in the black negligee. Who took off my coat? It would be Ayaan! He being aware of the situation threw the coat to me and I wore it instantly.

Isn't she Ayaan's Dadi?

I met her in our wedding but only while taking blessings.

She must have came to meet Ayaan.

"You were kissing your wife! Don't you think locking the door is important?" She said.

"Dadi! What are you doing here?" Ayaan asked.

"Is this a way to talk to your grandma? You won't even ask me to sit?" She said arrogantly.

"Sorry. You should sit there." He said. Dadi looked at me without any expression and forwarded her hand to me, as my butt was kissing the floor. I kept my hand in her's thinking that she would help me to stand, but instead she pulled her hand back, before I could do anything.

"You're young. Why do you need my support? How will you give birth to babies if you need help for such a small thing." She said. "I'll go now. I'll shift to your house by evening and will live with both of you." She said and left.

I turned to Ayaan, who was already looking towards me. "What was that? Isn't she your dadi?" I asked and he nodded in affirmative.

"What was dadi doing here?" He asked.

"She's your grandma. Where do you think she should be?" I asked and sat on the bed.

"I mean, she went away after being angry. In short, she left us just because we denied her wish." He said. Really? He can't even fulfill his grandma's wish?

"Why can't you fulfill her wish? She's your own grandma." I said sitting cross legged.

"Really? She wants to remarry. Don't you think it's lame?" He sighed.

"Remarry? To whom?" I sat crossing my leg.

"That's a long story."

"Explain in short." I said.

"My dadi like someone and wants to marry him. She conveyed the idea to us but we denied it instantly. That's why she's angry with us and didn't even attend our wedding properly." He said.

"It's really lame but you shouldn't have denied her wish in one go. Instead you could have explained why you don't her to marry again."

"We don't have a reason for that. It's just we don't want her to marry again." He said.

"To whom is she marrying?" I asked.

"No idea. The day she conveyed her wish was the second last time we met her. Last time was five minutes in our wedding." He said.

"She said that she'll shift with us. What to do now? Does she know about our secret?"

"No."

"That means?"

"We have to share our room or else it would create a problem." He said.

"Are you sure? Isn't there any other way?" I asked and he nodded in negative.

"I don't think so."

"What if she goes there now?" I asked and we both looked towards each other. "OH SHIT!" We both said in unison.

Quickly going through the discharging processes, we went back and I shifted all my stuff in his room. It took almost two hours.

"Are you done?" He asked and I nodded. "Dadi would be coming anytime. Did you leave anything in that room?"

"No. I've checked it. No one would have an idea that anyone lived in that room." I said and heard the ringing of doorbell. "I think dadi is here."

We opened the gate and saw dadi, mom and dad standing together. Dadi and dad moved inside and Ayaan followed them while mom stayed quiet. I ran towards mom to know what she was thinking.

"What happened mom?"

"What happened? Can't you see who's here? She the Voldemort of my life. I'm alerting you to stay away from her. Don't argue with her. She's an explosive!" Mom said worriedly.

"Mom! She's your mother." I said.

"Mother! She doesn't even think of me as her daughter in law. I'm still a crazy little girl in her eyes whom she doesn't like for her son." Mom said. "Stay safe! Ayaan's Dadi is the perfect example of typical strict Indian mother-in-law."

Is dadi really that scary?

As long as she doesn't kill me, I'm safe.

But still, I have to be worried!

I'm screwed.

"Divya!" I heard dadi calling me. I ran to her touched her feet as a sign of respect. "God bless you!" She said and I stood up. "So... You both are the only ones living here?" She asked and I nodded.

"Dadi! Let's watch TV together like we used to do twenty years ago. What say?" Ayaan said locking his arms with dadi's. She glared him angrily and he backed instantly.

"We don't have any relationship left between us." Dadi said to Ayaan.

"What? How can you forget your grandson just because of a newly met man? Isn't this stupid?" Ayaan asked dadi. And now I know that he's going to die. He shouldn't have said everything he wanted to. Thinking before speaking is important too.

"Enough is enough. If you don't like my choice, it doesn't mean that you'll humiliate him." She said.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Let's sit first." He said and sat beside dad while I sat beside mom.

"I'm going to stay here for some time and observe how everything is working. I want to see if Divya is really worthy or she's just another Kritika!" Dadi said.

"I'm don't even qualify for the lowest grade of being stupid." Mom said after hearing her indirect taunting.

"That's what I'm saying. You're highly stupid. I wonder if your brain is of yours or a donkey's!" Dadi said arrogantly and mom turned her face in the opposite direction angrily.

"I'll bring something to drink." I said after standing to escape the situation.

"Wine for me!" Dadi said and I looked at her with shock. Really? "I mean Apple juice." I nodded and brought juices for everyone. "Ayaan, shift my luggage to the guest room." She ordered. Ayaan nodded and went to bring all her luggage.

He brought around six big suitcases inside the house and placed them on the floor.

Is she gonna stay for whole month?

Which means that Ayaan and I have to share the same room!

Isn't it going too fast?

Okay! Bear with it! It's the matter of few days.

After lots of chit chat and bickering verbal fights between mom and dadi, everyone went to their respective places. Mom and dadi were fighting, like three year old kids, fighting for their toys.

"Hey!" Ayaan said entering the room when I was doing my office work sitting on his bed.

"What?" I asked keeping my eye on the laptop.

"Wanna bring the cute egg and sleepy pig in this world?" He asked.

"Wanna fight?" I asked and looked at him.

"I'm always ready." He replied.

"First look after your body. If I punch your hand, it would be broken in further several pieces. If you want to fight then I'm always ready. Just that your left hand is not even in the condition of holding a pen. I wonder if.... Leave it!" I continued my work.

"I like you." He said.

"I hate you."

"I know you love me too, deep in your heart from the time we met the first time." He said in a cheesy voice.

"The first time we met was at the age of three and a half, when you used to wear diapers. Do you think I would like someone like this?" I said keeping my work aside and he sat on the bed in front of me.

"Didn't you wore diapers in your childhood? Or you were a super-clever child who knew how to find a toilet wherever you wanted?" He asked. Who created humans like him? Ofcourse mom and dad.

"Both. Now just shut up and help me to prepare dinner. Dadi came here for the first time, and I don't want to mark myself in her bad notes." I said and stood up from the bed to go to kitchen.

"Okay!" He shook his head and followed me to the kitchen. "So! What are we going to make?" He asked.

"Pig brain." I said.

"What? Have you lost your mind?"

"Nope. Just do one thing, scoop out my brain and cook it for dinner."

"Really? Are you insane? I'm in no mood of killing my spouse. Now tell me what are we going to make?" He said.

"We eat food. Of course we'll cook food. Is this even a question to ask?"

"No. I mean what in food? Veg or non veg?" He asked.

"What does your grandma eat?" I asked.

"Pure veg!" He said. After an hour of fighting over what to cook, decision finally rested on rajma– being his speciality, and paneer- being my speciality. But, but, but, he can't cook as his hand is fractured. So, he explained his secret recipe while I cooked them. "Add some tomatoes too, it would taste good....." He said and I added all the ingredients step by step. I made all the rotis and took a deep breathe.

Hope it goes right and doesn't burn!

It's Ayaan's secret recipe. Which means that he's the only one to know about it!

"Do you think dadi would like it?" I asked.

"Why not? These all are my recipes. You love them too." He said and I narrowed my eyes.

"I never said that I love dishes made by you." I said. I like his dishes but I couldn't let him win.

"You never denied too. Such a handsome-hot chef I am! How can you resist my charm and the delicious food made by me?" He said. How can someone self-praise themselves all the time? He's such a......

"Think whatever you want to." I said.

"So you don't like my food?" He asked pacing towards me and I nodded. "Then why do you always lick your fingers and the plate after finishing the food made by me?"

"See! I'm in no mood of-.... Mmm....." Before I could say anything he occupied the air surrounding my lips, with his lips. My back was facing the slab while he snaked his right arm around my waist, his left hand resting in his cast.

"What the hell?" I asked pushing him.

"Enough of couple romance!" Dadi shouted from the living room.

"What?" He asked me.

"Here I'm talking to you and you're....."

"I am?" He asked. There is a limit to piss someone off.

"You're eating my head." I sighed and took cooker off the stove.

"Okay! I'm sorry." He said hugging me from back and kissed my neck. Eww!

"What are you doing?" I asked punching his stomach from my elbow.

"Ouch! Is this a way to hit your husband? I'm already injured." He said wincing in pain.

"I am sorry. Is it really paining a lot?" I asked and he nodded. "But who asked you to play around when your hand is in its worst condition?"

"I was not playing around. I was hugging my wife." He said and tried to hug me once more.

"Dadi is out. My one shout and you're gone. Do you really want to be beaten?" I smiled.

"No one could beat me except you. I'm a victim of domestic violence." He said faking his tears.

"You're a cartoon!"

"Your cartoon." He said in the cheesiest way. Moron!

"Go out as you are doing nothing but disturbing me." I said and he went out to dadi. I took all the utensils and placed them on the dining table. Dadi dipped the roti in rajma and placed it inside her mouth.

Hope it tastes good!

"How is it, dadi?" I asked.

"It's good. Just that it tastes similar, as if I've eaten it somewhere." She said. I looked towards Ayaan in shock. He said that it was his secret recipe! "It tastes like my recipe. Just a little sour than what I used to make." She said.

I glared at Ayaan while he gave the I'm sorry look. It was his grandma's recipe and he told me that it was his. Just think about it- you serve a dish to the inventor of its recipe saying that it's your secret creation.

I'll kill him.

After dinner everyone went back to their room. I had to sleep in his room! I crawled on his bed and pulled the blanket over me. Sharing bed- is it really important?

He lied on the other side and kept staring the ceiling. Is there something on the ceiling? I looked up and saw nothing but the fan. I mean ceiling was good but there was no need to stare at it for a long time.

But now we have to sleep on same bed. Should I sleep on couch? Of course not. Extra mattress!

"Do you have extra mattress?" I asked.

"Why? Want to be wild?" He teased and turned his head towards my side.

"Please stop your mind to think unnecessary. I'm not in the mood of joke." I said and closed my eyes.

After some time I felt a music going on near my ears, while a hard yet warm cushion was beneath me. It seemed too good. From when did companies started producing cushions with soft music?

I opened my eyes slowly when I felt a hand caressing my back. The face in front of me was of Ayaan's while the Sun rays were falling on his face. He looked magnificent and the sun was radiating his aura.

Wait a minute!

I was hugging him? That's what happen when your share a bed.

There's nothing wrong in cuddling with your husband. I like him and it's alright.

But he's already not in a good condition, and my weight would have caused adverse effects. His body must be paining due to my weight.

I stood up abruptly and picked my phone to see the time. My attention went towards the date, Fifteenth October!

Fifteenth October!!

Fifteenth October!!!

This day needs celebration.

I took a quick shower in his bathroom and changed into my formals. Ayaan was still sleeping, it must be the side effect of pain killers and medicines. I shouldn't wake him up.

After cooking the breakfast, I ate it with dadi. "So Divya, you are your parent's only daughter?" Dadi asked while eating.

"Yes. I mean in the sense of daughter, I'm the only one. While talking about children, I have an elder brother too." I said.

"What do you think about Kritika?" She asked. Why was she asking this question to me?

"She's good and loving." I said.

"She is." Dadi said. She's in the favour of mom? Then why does she always fight with her? "I mean she is loving but quite careless. And that's the trait I hate the most." She said.

Thank God I'm not careless!

"But dadi..." She turned towards me. "I mean you... don't like careless people, then what about Ayaan?" I asked with fear. What if she takes it negatively? I shouldn't have asked it.

"He is my grandson. I can't hate him." She said and continued eating. I nodded and ate the rest of my food in silence. I went back to his room and he was not on the bed. Must be in bathroom.

I folded the blanket and fixed the bed. How can someone be this untidy?

"Divya! Can you help me." He shouted. What happened? Did he slip.

"What happened? Did you..." I kicked the door and barged inside. He was struggling in his shirt. How can he undress himself when one of his hand is broken?

But why did he sound as if he's going to die? I thought that he slipped and hit his head on the floor.

"I can't remove my shirt. Can you help me?" He said. I nodded and removed his shirt carefully. "I can't bath." He said.

"I know." I said. Of course he can't use water at this time.

"I mean, you can just pat my body with wet cloth."

"Why would I? Can't you do it yourself?" I asked and he showed me his hands, one out of which was safely hung in cast.

I took a wet towel and patted his back with it.  "You need to rub my skin." He said. Really? After rubbing his back and hands, I went towards his front.

Bare chest of a hot man!

It looks so ravishing!

What am I thinking? Can't I think straight?

"I know that I'm hot but there's no need stare me like this. It's looking as if you're eye raping me." He said pulling me back from my thoughts. I took the towel and patted his chest with it. "Give me the cloth. I'll pat the rest on my own." He said when I moved towards his half bare legs. He was in his shorts which reached his knees.

"I can do it. Or else you'll complain that your hand is paining and I wasn't there to help you." I justified.

"Okay! If you want so. I was going to remove my shorts. If you want then you can do the deed." He teased with a smirk on his face.

"Do whatever you want to." I said and ran out of bathroom. In the way I heard a hearty laugh. This man is really insane.

Today was a leave as Ayaan was not in a condition to go out while I had to take care of him or else Mumma would beat me up. I still the remember the time when I was five and by mistake had exchanged mumma's lipstick with a glue-stick, all thanks to Dhruv.

He told me that glue had a special chemical which enhances the texture of lip and makes it look softer. Me being a fool thought that it was true and mixed mumma's lipstick with glue in the double boiler, and later transferred it into the mould.

Mumma applied it and rest was history. The only thing I remember is mumma running behind me with a slipper in her hands.

It pained a lot!

Every parent has their own instrument for bringing their child on the right tract. My mumma had slipper.

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It was evening and I was pacing around the house to prepare the surprise. Dadi informed that she'll be having dinner with mom and dad

So, the house is empty with only me and him!

"You are having such naughty thoughts. My woman! I must say, I thought that you'll die being asexual." She said, my inner voice.

"Why did you appear now? I'm arranging everything and you're disturbing me." I said.

"Oh really? But your mood looks a little horny! But don't do anything today. He's not in a good condition." She suggested.

"I know. And I am not horny. Go do your work and let me do mine." I said and she disappeared in a second.

I lit the candles and kept the lights dim. Whole house was dark except the first floor. I went up and closed all the lights. After that I went to his room and saw him sleeping in the sitting position, keeping the laptop on his lap. Perks of being an inheritor!

I cleared my throat and he woke up. "Is it morning?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

"No. It's eight twenty in evening, or you can say night." I said and he nodded.

"Have you made the dinner or should I order it?" He asked getting up from the bed.

"I've prepared everything. There's no need to order." I said. "And.... Would you.... be my date?" I asked, but it was the hardest thing to say ever.

"Me what?" He asked being shocked.

"Leave it!" I said and turned to leave but he held my hand. "What?"

"I haven't disagreed. I'm coming." He said and I nodded. "Where are we going?"

"No where. We're staying at home." I said.

"I thought that we were traveling out. But it's good. If you want to stay here and have some wild thoughts in mind." He teased.

"Why does everyone think that I'm having filthy thoughts?" I asked.

"Who else?" He asked. How could I tell him that I have a habit to talk my inner self? I can even see her sometimes.

"No one. Let's go." I dragged him out the room by holding his hand.

"Why is it dark everywhere?"

"It's for setting the moment for upcoming surprise."

"Surprise? Are you really Divya?"

"No. I'm her ghost."

"It proves you're real Divya." He said. He looked all through the surrounding and sighed. "You've prepared everything well. I thought that you won't know anything except your studies."

"Shut up! And sit down." I said and he immediately sat down on the chair, followed by me.

"Okay! You dont need to scare me. I doubt if you have romantic or fighting thoughts." He said. "Well, what's all this about? Is today something special?"

I knew that he won't remember.

"Happy three month anniversary!" I said keeping my hands on the chair.

"Your remember it? I mean.... it's you right? You really remember it?" He started asking as if I was joking.

Can't I take a step forward? Is this behaviour from me unusual?

How would I know?

"Why can't you believe that I'm not lying?" I asked.

"Because it's too unusual to expect it from you. I mean you are someone who doesn't like cheesy lines. And here you are wishing me our anniversary. But I like it." He said.

"Let's eat." I said.

"We're here to eat?" He asked.

"Yes. Now eat or it'll get cold." I said and we ate food in silence.

"So, is dinner the only plan in your date?" He asked after finishing his plate. I can make good food too. Not that it's always him to cook like a chef.

"No. There's movie too." I said and dragged him towards the TV. I switched on the movie and sat on the couch beside him, folding my legs.

"So.... You really have knowledge about romantic stuff!" He said and I turned my head towards him.

"I'm not asexual." I said and continued watching the movie.

"I never said that." He said and continued watching too. After the movie was over he took the remote from my hand, when I was going to start another movie.

"What are you doing?"

"Divya!" He said seriously this time. Serious look on his face?

"I want to ask you something. Please answer truthfully." He said and I nodded. What was he going to ask? Divorce?

"What do you want to ask?"

"Do you like me?" He asked out of the blue.

"Huh?" I couldn't say anything. What was he asking? "Yes." I answered while nodding.

"I'm not talking about liking someone as a part of humanity. I mean do you like me as a friend?"

"Yes." I nodded and he came more forward, near me.

"And as a husband?" He asked and after thinking a lot I nodded. "Can you say it in words?"

"Yes, you omelette." I said and he hugged me while laughing.

"Is it for real? I mean I'm not sleeping right?" He asked and I pinched his arm. "Ouch! Mother of my kids, what are you doing?"

"You were the one asking if it was your dream. So that's the only thing I could do."

"So, now you agree that you'll be the mother of my future kids?" He asked.

"I never said that."

"You never disagreed." He said. I was getting up to go to the room but he pulled my hand, causing me to fall over his lap. His right hand instantly gripped my waist. Aren't his hands paining now?

"What are you doing? Let me go."

"No. I won't."

"May I know what's cooking in your head?" I asked.

"How about a kiss?"

"Huh? What's with the kiss at midnight?" I asked.

"It sounds pretty romantic. Doesn't it?" He asked and I nodded in negative. "It really is. Don't you think the atmosphere is too romantic. Atleast a kiss is needed."

But there's no logic in it!

"Give me your hand." He said and took my hand in his. "This is your love line. It shows that you have a really hot and handsome husband. You shouldn't leave him alone." He finished and looked up in my eyes.

Leaning forward he captured my lips and started kissing in the slowest way possible. He was teasing me. Groaning, I pushed him, his back touching the sofa. I stood up and again went on his lap, keeping both my legs on his either sides.

"You're really out of imagination." He smirked when I went close to his face. I smiled and closed my eyes, leaning to the kiss till eternity.

"I never asked for hot and steamy show." We both heard the voice and looked towards each other in shock. "Continue your romance in your room." Dadi said and sat on the sofa after switching on the lights.

That was really.... I can't describe. Why does she always come at these times.

"Good night dadi." I stood up from his lap and ran back to room while he followed me back. I ran straight into the bathroom and came out after sometime.

"She wasn't eating us up. She isn't a monster." He said lying on the bed.

"But, what would she be thinking?" I said and sat on the bed.

"What do you think she would be thinking? Her reaction was too cool." He said and sat up. "You know, fifteen years ago the same scene happened."

"What? You were kissing a girl?" I asked.

"No, you are my first kiss. Well, you look hot being jealous. Back to the topic, once dadi and I were coming back home from the park. As we entered inside we saw mom and dad kissing each other in the hall ferociously. And dadi was too angry to see the sight in front of her. She punished mom and dad by making them sleep in different rooms for a week."

"Really?" I asked. I mean, they were just kissing each other. What was the need to seperate their sleeping places.

"Yes. Her reaction today was nothing like that day." He said and I nodded.  "It's late. We should sleep." He suggested and I lied down beside him after switching off the lights. "Divya!"

"Yes."

"Can we cuddle?"

"Huh?" I asked and he smiled widely. I went close to him and kept my hand around his chest, while my ears listening to his heartbeats. "Good night."

"It's really a good night in all senses." He kissed my forehead and kept his chin over my head.

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TIED TOGETHER BY LOVE 💍

Questions : Anything you want to ask to Divya.

Anything you want to ask to Ayaan.

Thanks.