Teaser..

Her eyes were scanning the winding serpentine road. Where is he? He should be home by now

The crease on her forehead was becoming permanent, and no matter how much she tried to breathe, exhale the insidious thoughts out of her, she was falling prey to her fears. The green button on her phone was on the verge of dislocation, given the number of times she had dialed his number during the last hour. She took a deep breath. Im being excessively paranoid. He’s probably stuck in a tailback.

She carried her famished self to the dining hall. The expensive china, cutlery all had been laid out. Her olfactory organs were sensitized by the aroma of the mutton ‘Chaap’. It had turned out well, much to her relief. He wasn’t much of an epicure, but it was the sole culinary delight that could bring him to his knees. Not even she could do that. She smiled. It was a pity that she couldn’t indulge in any of it. She had been gripped with an overwhelming feeling of nausea over the past one week, whenever she smelt protein. While regurgitating the morsels for the third time, it had hit her like a thunderbolt.

Could it be that? Could she really be...?

She had looked at her pale   reflection in the mirror and almost died out of euphoria.

Had she been bequeathed with the divine fulfillment ? Motherhood?

And indeed she had been. When the kit turned a pale blue, she cried out in joy.

A baby. Our baby. She wanted to dance and jump and squeal.

I’ll give him a surprise. It was going to be the best day of his life.

She had waited patiently for a week. It felt like an eternity. Every minute she fought the indomitable urge to tell him.

Patience, she pacified herself. Patience is the key.

Finally, I’m going to break it to him today.

The shrill sound of the doorbell, roused her from the reverie.

He was back. Half walking, half running she reached the ornate front door and wrenched it open, almost trembling in anticipation.

He stood there, with that lopsided smirk accentuating his masculinity like never before. He winked..

‘’kept you waiting, did i?, he whispered as he drew closer and closed the door shut.

‘’ why weren’t you picking up my calls?,’’ . the tears were falling thick and fast, like a downpour.

He fished his phone out of his pocket in one swift movement. he gesticulated at the blank screen. Were phone chargers dinosaurs? Moron.

She wanted to scream, rant, disembowel a fierce tirade of accusations and complaints.

Before she could do any of that, he pulled her into an embrace.

‘’happy anniversary, love’, his calm, sonorous voice caressed her ears. She was clinging to him like a creeper did to a fence, like a fragrance does to a body. Her tears stained his shirt, as she placed her reddened checks on his broad shoulder.

I love you  darling. More than you love your oily, deep fried ‘chaap’…

P.s This is an extract from a story I penned a few months back. :)