Viha was furious with Kabir. They had an argument the previous night and he hadn’t come up to her to apologise yet. “He knows he is wrong. But the idiot won’t come and say a simple sorry!” she mumbled as she came back from the office and started sorting out the things. “This time, I won’t budge” she said to herself while changing her clothes. “Let him worry about the dinner too. Why should I always make all the arrangements?” She shrugged and sat in the living room with a grumpy expression and a book in hand. Too distracted to read,she kept looking at the clock. Kabir should be back any moment now, she thought.
Just then, the door bell rang. With an air and attitude that were last seen with Queen Elizabeth, she opened the door, upped her chin and walked back to her couch with elan.
Looking at her walking back to the couch with all that air, Kabir grinned as he entered the house with a parcel in hand. Pretending not to look, Viha caught the name of her favourite food joint on the carry bag as Kabir placed the parcel on their kitchen counter. Immediately, her anger subsided substantially. Kabir probably had guessed Viha would be too annoyed with him by now and wouldn’t prepare anything for dinner. Also, the hunger would have made her even more angry. Knows me so well, thought Viha rolling her eyes. She always felt annoyed at the way Kabir just knew what would make her tick.
Kabir still had his back to Viha as he asked in a loud voice “ Full Metal Jacket or A Few Good Men?”. Viha felt all her anger melting away but she didn’t want to show that to Kabir yet. Suppressing a smile, she replied in a curt voice “The Departed”. Kabir knew after bringing her favourite food and agreeing to watch a movie of her choice, there was no chance of Viha still being mad at him.
He served the food on their plates and took them to the TV room. “Wine or Vodka?” Asked Viha from the kitchen. “Beer!” Replied Kabir as he synced the fire-stick with the TV.
Still pretending to be angry, Viha came in the room with two beer bottles and sat on the couch. Taking the bottles from her hands, Kabir opened them with his teeth and handed one back to Viha even though she had brought an opener along with her. “I knew you’d do this. Some day, your teeth are going to fall off while opening the bottle” she said. “And then, my dear wifey, we would be drinking wine” said Kabir with a smile as he raised his glass for a toast. Viha couldn’t control any more and giggled as she raised her bottle in Kabir’s direction before taking a sip. And with that , began yet another unplanned and surprisingly blissful evening with her husband.
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