51| Anger and Mood Swings

Started writing on 18th January 2021.

Completed on 23rd January 2021.

Word count : 3549 words

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– D I V Y A –

Everything was done. Their rings were exchanged and all the ladies were sitting together.

Exception; Ayaan.

We all were tired but it was worth it. Finally Natasha's dream was coming true. It's been so many months she's head over heels for Dhruv.

"Where are the sweets?" Mumma asked. She was about to get up when I stopped her.

"Let me go. I'll bring it." I suggested and she nodded. I went to the kitchen and quickly brought the sweets out. "You know mumma, this one tastes amazing!" I said while eating one of them and she chuckled.

"You don't need to stuff all of that. Eat it slowly." She said and I nodded while eating it slowly. Just when I was about to pick another sweet, nausea hit me and I ran to the nearest bathroom. While vomiting my guts out, I felt someone tying my hair and patting my back.

"You're alright?" Ayaan asked and I nodded while washing my face. "You haven't vomited before right?"

"Yes. It's first time since my pregnancy started."

"Our!"

"Okay. Our pregnancy." I said and he smiled. "Let's go out. Everyone would be worried." I said and he hummed. When we were walking out, I saw everyone tensed up. Mom got up and walked towards me.

"Divya! What happened? Are you alright? Did something happen?" Mom cupped my face and asked.

"I'm alright mom." I kept my hands on hers and said.

"But beta, it looks like you're not feeling good." Natasha mother said.

"I'm fine auntie."

"Really?" Mom asked and I nodded. "But you don't look good, Divya."

"Mom. I'm telling the truth, I'm alright. It's pretty normal."

"Normal? Running like this is not normal!" Mumma said and I turned towards Ayaan. I directed him to say something, but instead he asked me to do the same. I glared at him and he did the same. "Are you both going to say something?"

"You ran away to vomit, right?" Mom asked and I nodded. "You were feeling me nauseated, right?" She asked and I nodded again. "Am I going to be grandma?" She asked and I again nodded in affirmative.

"Did I hear it right? You're pregnant?" Natasha asked and I nodded.

How many times would I nod?

"I'm going to be nani!!" Mumma squealed in joy and hugged me tightly without leaving any space. "Why are you standing here? Just sit down." She said after pulling back.

"Mumma! I'm pregnant, not paralysed!"

"Still..... You're carrying our grandchild. We won't let you do anything." Mom said and made me sit. "Sit down and don't try to get up. Let me bring something to eat." She said and all three mothers went towards the kitchen.

Ayaan stood behind me and bent down towards the couch. "They care about their grandchild, not me." I mumbled.

"That's what I felt when we married. All my attention was given to you, the bride. In happiness of getting a daughter, they forgot me as if I was never their son."

"I understand." I said and he kissed my forehead. Natasha ran towards me and sat beside me.

"What would your child call me?"

I think I've heard this question!

Ofcourse, when we came to know that Diya is pregnant!

"What do you think?"

"Well..... All the children call me Tasha. But what would be my relation with your child? Masi, mami or bua?" She said and I couldn't control my laugh. "What happened? Did I say something wrong?"  (Mother's sister, maternal uncle's wife or father's sister)

"How can you be masi and mami at the same time? If you're my sister, then you're Dhruv's sister at the same time. Then there's no hope for your marriage with Dhruv."

"My fault. Then I'll be mami of your child. Wait! I'm your child's godmother! Yes, I'm your child's godmother." She smiled.

"Okay then. My child's godmother, you can go and sit there. Let me sit with my wife." Ayaan said and she made a rude face.

"Yes, ofcourse. She's your wife, before being my best friend." Natasha said in a sarcastic way.

"If you don't know, let me tell you. I know her from the time we were four year olds. So, ofcourse I have more right over her than you." He said while folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Really? But I remember something like you were enemies. You didn't even talk to each other, yet this right-over-each-other thing."

"Okay, stop. I'm no one's possession. I can do whatever I want to. So please stop this." I shouted and they calmed down. I saw the three elderly ladies coming together towards me. They took a large laddoo and stuffed it inside my mouth. "Mum...maa...mom...." I quickly chewed and swallowed it inside. "What are you doing?"

"You need to be healthy." Mumma said.

"I am healthy."

"More healthy. Healthier." Mom said and stuffed another sweet inside my mouth. Are they really in their mind?

I saw all the men coming inside and looking at us weirdly. "What's going on?" Dad asked.

"You won't believe what happened." Mumma said.

"Then tell me, and I would myself decide if I should believe or not."

"Vinay! Stop this attitude of yours. You're going to be grandpa." Mumma said and dad couldn't believe his ears.

"What? Is this true Kritika?" Dad asked mom.

"Ofcourse Nayan. Don't be silly. We're going to be grandparents." Mom said and he smiled.

"This calls for celebration, right? I'm going to have a grandchild." Dad said and both the dad's hugged each other.

"Mom! Don't you have any reaction after hearing this news? Aren't you happy? You're going to be great-grandmother!" Mom asked dadi.

"No, I'm not surprised. By the rate they were going, they're too late to be pregnant! It should have happened earlier." Dadi said and mom laughed, while everyone joined her in laughing.

Why does dadi always embarrass me?

I stood up to leave but was stopped by mom. "Wait Divya. We haven't even celebrated yet. Where are you going?" She held my hands and asked. "Are you feeling shy Divya?"

Really?

They all know what processes are needed to give birth to a child!

And they all have gone through it.

Results are already out.

I am Mumma and dad's result while Ayaan is mom and dad's result!

"I'm going to my room." I said and walked to my room while hearing everyone laughing heartily. Taking my dupatta off, I was about to pick another clothes when I felt another pair of hands around my waist. "What are you doing?"

"Were you really feeling shy outside?"

"No. Why would I?"

"But I saw you blushing."

"It must be your illusion."

"Hmm... I've really seen you blushing all the time."

"When did I blush?"

"When I'm kissing you, when I'm making love to you or when we're having a nice hot shower." He teased and I moved my back towards him. "Well, Divya....." He stretched his words while kissing the nape of my neck.

"Hmm..."

"What should we name our kid?"

"How could I tell it now? Let it come out into this world first." I said and smiled while touching my belly.

"Hmm." He hummed and turned me back to face him. He kissed my forehead and bent down on his knees. Just when I was about to stop him, he pulled my kurti up and kissed my bare waist. "I love you baby. We're waiting for you to come out. Don't take much time."

"Seriously? It would take around nine to ten months for our child to grow inside. So you need to have that much patience."

"I have patience, madam. But there are something called emotions, which you won't understand. You won't understand the relationship between a father and his child."

"Ofcourse, I won't. I'm going to be a mother, not father." I said and he chuckled. "What?"

"Nothing. Let me give you a gift."

"What gift and for what?"

"For bringing this bundle of joy into our life."

"I know. I deserve this. Now give me my gift." I said and forwarded my hand to him.

"I will. Close your eyes first." He said and I rolled my eyes before closing them. When I was waiting for his gift, he placed his lips on mine and pulled me close to him. I opened my eyes and slapped his chest. "What?"

"What what? You told me about my gift, not your kiss."

"What if I tell you that this is your gift?"

"You! Cheater!"

"I'm not a cheater but your husband. And you know, it's you who is pregnant not me, but still I feel more horny."

"So what should I do? Go and jerk off! I need to sleep." I said and was about to go to the bathroom when he caught me by my hand. "What?"

"Are you angry?"

"No."

"I know you inside out. Don't lie."

"Yes, I am. You are idiot, moron, stupid, fool, omelette-" I was about to continue the cursing when he slammed his lips on mine. Cupping my face, he pulled me near him and bit my lip lightly.

"Don't be angry. And don't curse your husband this much. Your husband loves you to an extent that you don't even know." He mumbled against my lips.

"You shouldn't play pranks like this. I won't curse you then." I said and he smiled before nodding. Sliding my arms around his neck, I neared my face to him and kissed him lightly.

"Divya!"

"Hmm..."

"My neck is paining. I can't bend more." He complained and I chuckled. Standing up on my toes, I continued kissing him until I felt us falling on the bed. "Slower. You can't go through these sudden movements. It would be bad for the baby."

"Sorry." I said and he kissed me again before pulling my kurti over my head. Lying down over me, he kissed my shoulder blade while settling his weight on his elbows. Suddenly something striked my mind. "Ayaan-"

"Not now. Let me feel you."

"We can't do it here."

"What?"

"Not here Ayaan. Everyone could hear us."

"Doors are closed."

"My room is not sound proof."

"Let's go back to our home then."

"Not now. I'm already tired."

"How about a quickie? We'll keep our voice low."

"You won't listen to me, right?"

"Nope. Atleast not now." He whispered before pulling me into another kiss.

××

"What the hell is going on?" I shouted while striking my head with my hand. "Are they literally going to drive like this?"

"Traffic problem. Nobody can solve this." He said while patting the steering wheel. Just when the signal was green, he was about to push the accelerator but the car in front of us wasn't moving until the signal again turned red. Brushing his hairs with fingers in irritation, he shouted, "I bet, it's a woman in that car. If they don't know how to drive, why do they even dare to take their cars on road?"

Really?

"What? Why are you blaming every woman? Even men are bad in driving!" I said raising my voice.

"I didn't... didn't mean that. I was just...."

"Just what? You are truly an idiot!" I snapped and looked out of the window where I saw Shrey and Diya in their car, arguing about something. Sliding the glass of my window down, I called her and she looked at me. "Let us go to that restaurant!" I shouted while pointing to the restaurant on the other side of road and she nodded.

I opened the door of my side and he stopped me, "Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving you. Forever!" I said and went out, only to be accompanied by Diya to the restaurant. "What were you arguing about?"

"Nothing, I wanted to eat cement but he shouted on me." Diya said.

"Cement?"

"Yes. I love that smell. It felt so good." She smiled and I nodded.

Cravings of food which are non-eatable!

"Let's go to our seat." I said and she nodded. We sat down and I saw her rubbing her grown belly. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Then let me order something. How about pineapple cake?"

I was craving for it a lot.

"But I want butterscotch."

"Let's order both then." I grinned while placing the order. While talking we heard two known voices. "Why do I think that I've heard this?"

"Even me too."

"Natasha!" We both said at the same time. "What is she doing here?" I went out from my seating and walked a little forward until I saw Natasha sitting with Dhruv far away from our seat.

"What are they doing here? They can't meet before their wedding right?"

"Hmm..." I hummed and walked towards them where I saw them joining their hands while sitting opposite to each other. They were looking at each other with so much love as if they were teenagers and didn't want anything else in life. I cleared my throat and they looked towards me with shock. The bond created by their hands was immediately vanished. "What are you both doing here? That too alone!"

"We were actually..... We met each other by coincidence. So, we decided to have dinner.... I mean... coffee." Natasha stuttered.

"Really? But Dhruv..." I said and turned towards him, "You had an important surgery right? How come you are chilling here? Is your patient already dead?"

"Divya! Leave it. He didn't have a good day that's why we were here together." She said and I nodded.

"Okay. But you both can't talk anymore. Let's go." I said and dragged her towards our seat while she kept chanting Dhruv's name.

When her gaze went towards Diya eating cakes, she said, "Diya is here too!"

We all sat comfortably on the seats and talked a bit. And that's when I saw Diya eating my pineapple cake. "Diya!! That's my cake!"

"I craved to eat it. So....."

"But I wanted to eat it-"

"Relax ladies. We can order another one." Natasha interrupted in between and I nodded. Eating another cake, we went to Natasha's place for spending the night and ranting about our mans.

"You know, my one is such an idiot. He's a total omelette." I complained while sitting on one of the beds.

"Then eat him." Natasha said while controlling her laughs.

"It's not that funny. You shouldn't laugh." I glared and she controlled her laughing.

"Atleast he cares about you. My husband doesn't even want me to eat my wish!" Diya said with her gloomy voice.

"Shrey wasn't allowing you to eat? What type of husband he is to keep you hungry?" Natasha complained.

"She wanted to eat cement. Do you still support her?" I asked and Natasha nodded her head with disbelief. "But still, I could say that men are all idiots!"

"Okay, don't panic. I literally feel like a maniac while handling two pregnant women!"

"I knew, you were in their team. You're in men's team." Diya complained while throwing a cushion towards Natasha's direction.

"I'm not a man. Why would I support them? Wait! Why am I even stressing myself when I know that you both are pregnant?"

"We are pregnant, not mad." I said and threw the cushion in my hand on Natasha.

×× ××

– A Y A A N –

"I'm leaving you. Forever!" She said and left me in the car, alone. I was about to stop her when I saw Divya and Diya going together in a restaurant.

"They're gone, but not for ever. Let them be together for some time. Their anger will blow up after a few minutes." Shrey shouted from his car. We were about to start our talks but the car honking from back made us park our cars.

Leaning on our cars in front of the restaurant, we chatted about our life for a bit and saw Divya coming out with Diya and Natasha. I was about to stop her when I saw Dhruv coming out from the same gate. He saw us and walked in our direction.

"What are you doing here?" We asked him.

"What do we do in restaurants? I was here to meet my wife."

"To-be wife. And you can't meet each other before your wedding." Shrey said.

"Okay, I understood." He said and we nodded. "But they don't seem well."

"Who?" Shrey and I asked at the same time.

"Your wife."

"What happened to Divya? Is she fine?" I asked and he nodded.

"Both of them are fine. Just that they seemed a little angry. And I don't think that they're in mood to talk with you." Dhruv said and I frowned. "And also, they were cursing you. Although I didn't want to say this, but being your relative, I understand you."

"Diya was cursing me?" Shrey asked and Dhruv nodded. "Me?" He nodded again. "I mean she was cursing her husband in front of everyone?" Dhruv nodded again.

Well, this happens with me all the time!

My wife never loses a chance to curse me!

"So... What should we do now? I don't think they would want to meet you both." Dhruv said and we nodded.

"I have an idea!" I said. And I hope it would work!

"What idea?" Shrey asked and I pulled my phone out to call a number.

"Please help us. You're the only one who can give us a solution." I said to the person on other side of phone while putting it on speaker.

"You need my help? Have you dialed a wrong number? I am Maya!"

"No. I've dialed the right number. I've heard that you give suggestions for relationships."

"Yes, but why do you need my suggestion? Is Divya alright? Did something happen to your child?"

"No, everyone is alright. Just that Divya is angry." I said but was interrupted by Shrey.

"And my Diya is angry too!"

"Okay, I heard that. But before giving my suggestion, I would want my fees."

"What do you want? Paid leave?"

"Paid leave is not my cup of tea. I love coming to work. I want bonus."

"Okay given. Now tell me what should I do?" I asked. Shrey glared at me and mouthed 'we'. I nodded and said, "Tell us, what should we do?"

"Wait a minute! Let me first record your words..... Now you can start."

"YOU ARE GRANTED EXTRA BONUS FOR THIS MONTH. NOW TELL ME, HOW SHOULD WE LOWER DOWN THE ANGER OF OUR WIVES?"

"May I know why they are angry?" She asked.

"My wife is angry because I said that ‘women can't drive perfectly’. And as for Shrey's wife, she's angry because he didn't let her eat cement." I said and she chuckled on the other side.

"In your friend's case, he doesn't have any fault. But in your case, you're solely responsible. You shouldn't call women as terrible drivers!"

"I've heard this. Now tell me my solution."

"Wait a minute. Both Diya and Divya are pregnant, right? It will be difficult for you. I can't promise if this would work or not."

"I don't want to know the success percentage. Just tell me my damn solution!"

"Take her on a date."

"It's already late evening and I don't think this is possible."

"Buy her a gift."

"Are you sure that they would be wooed just by a mere gift?"

"Use soothing words. This would work for sure."

"Okay. But this is too slow right? What if they don't agree?"

"You know what? Just seduce her! I have much work than talking with you." She said and called the phone off on my face.

"Seduce?"

"There are other tips too. We can appreciate them or buy them a gift." I said and he nodded. "But where are they?"

"Maybe with Natasha, at her place." Dhruv said.

He was still there? Nevermind!

"I should call Divya." I said and dialed her number, but she didn't pick my call. After trying around twenty times, I finally sighed in sadness.

"She isn't picking your call right?" Shrey asked and laughed. "You know, this never happens in my case. We always pick each other's phone on the first ring. Wait! Let me show you." He declared with proudness and dialed his wife's number.

And now, it was my turn to laugh!!

"So, Mr Shrey Sehgal! I heard someone saying that his wife picks his call on the first ring. Yet, ten rings are already passed." I chuckled, "Should we go to Natasha's place?" I asked and they nodded, "But what if they don't open the door due to anger?"

"I have my ways." Shrey said. "My wife and I love each other a lot. Just my first call and she'll open the door."

"As if we don't love each other." I muttered under my breath.

"But it was late than us. Diya and I went into a real relationship months ago than yours. Also, yours was a fake relationship in the starting!"

"What?" We heard Dhruv saying.

Shit!!

Dhruv doesn't know about this!

Except Divya and me, only Shrey and Natasha know this.

*****

TIED TOGETHER BY LOVE 💍

Bye bye...