Marriage For Convenience (completed)

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

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Click clickety click, click, click

“SANDY” I yelled at him

“ANGIE” he repeated my name.

“What are you doing?” I asked pushing his clicking fingers away.

“If you are going to day dream like this, I guess I do not have any option.” He shrugged

“I wasn’t daydreaming” I objected, “I never do”

“You were ma’am” he insisted “and that saved me from major heart attack.”

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion

“You did not laugh or react; I got scared that I lost my charm.” He put a horrid expression on his face making me laugh.

“See your charm is safe and active.” I smiled at him.

“Just like $ex life of Mrs. Sherry?”  He asked easily as he did not use the S word at all

Bless him to use pg13 rated punches with such ease!

Well he was referring to the case when Mrs. Sherry dropped her bag during the class when she was looking for her inhaler and by mistake she also dropped packets of different flavors of umm… con…dd.. I mean contraceptives.

While the entire class of student looked with their eyeballs bulging out of sockets, my classmate Maria who happened to be seated besides me bent towards me to ask, “You might know which is the best flavor?” she added, “since you are married.”

Unfortunately it was audible enough to be heard to the front and back row classmates of mine who gasped initially and then broke into fits of laughter.

Soon her query went viral and soon everyone was talking, laughing and gossiping about it.

Me? All I could do was flush and dig my eyes into the floor

Only if they knew!

I could only sigh loudly

My $ex life was doom to be cursed, from my past to ahmm…

Yes isn’t it a curse being married to most HOT and provocative body of a man, only to be teased by him everyday 

I am referring to open bathroom doors and the way he so gracefully and confidently comes out of the restroom in his towel alone that too tied so low mid waist to clearly show the v below his abs.

And for your effective knowledge “I do ogle”

I have license for the same remember with *two fingers tweaking* we are officially married with seven circumducts around the holy fire and the wows.

Well I was the one to take the wows, Raj had his own set of wows typical Raj

But he is too $exy not to be stared or admired. I sometimes feel like taking a picture

But it would be too obvious

And with the most inactive married life with most eligible and delectable husband, I truly am doomed, cursed, jinxed and so on….

“You know you have been doing this very often lately.” Sandy asked interrupting my chain of thoughts.  

“Getting lost in your own world” he clarified “even in Mr. Stans class you were lost. Thanks to my table tennis skills, I saved you.” He said proudly.

Well prank is his middle name.

He was referring to our class earlier.

Mr. Stans is a very handsome teacher in his mid thirties I guess but looks more like mid twenties, I have often seen girls gawking at him and his dressing sense: its so good you might mistake him for a model but please have some decency and DON’T compare him with my Raj.

‘My Raj’ What’s wrong with me? I slap myself mentally for calling him mine because he would never be; he is fully committed to other girl, Sam THE official Bitch

I know I don’t have any right to verbally abuse her and I am sure she would be one hell of a girlfriend.

Who else would take the risk of letting her guy marry and stay in same house?

She indeed trusts him a lot

And he sure deserves the trust.

I never thought that I would use trust and men in same line after what I had experienced.

So coming to the professor Stans, he was wearing a very smart crisp button down shirt with gray dress pants and once I saw that smart combination which I never thought was possible, I couldn’t resist but visualize how’d would the same dress look if Raj wore it but of course I would have him first three buttons undone to reveal what perfect set of muscles lay underneath.

Shit!!! Both my hormones and thoughts were rummaging wildly 

 Prof. Stans has this unusual and annoying habit of hitting his students, who are not paying attention with a piece of white chalk. 

Yes we ironically still have black boards in few of our classes.

And this time for the first time to be precise the chalk was sent to attack me.

And my so-called savior Sandy was immediately active and ready for my rescue.

He blocked the piece of the chalk with the back of his hardbound book.

And the chalk with equal force bounced back to Prof Stans himself landing right between the bridge of his nose and between the gap of his eyebrows leaving a white dot like a bindi[round imitation stick on used by Indians to decorate their forehead] 

Do I need to mention the whole class was filled with roar of laughter only to apologize later including Sandy?

He might be naughty but is morally sound and respects his elders and teachers.

“Anyways what Prof. Stans did was wrong. Physical abuse is unacceptable,” he stated smirking “but you should acknowledge the precision of my shot.”

I rolled my eyes at him “it wasn’t abuse.” I commented.

I knew what physical abuse is and it is very painful both physically and mentally

“Pari can you pass me towel” a newly wed lady whom my dad introduced as his wife and my new mother called from washroom.

But she is NOT my mom, never would be, my mom was most beautiful woman and she died.

“Pari please I am waiting” she, what does papa call her? Sanya, Sanya called again.

Sighing I drop my doll whose hair I was combing just like My mom used to comb mine and stood.

I picked the towel from the hook and before giving it to Sanya when I was crossing the foyer; a thought struck me.

I saw few ants were clouded over the dead cockroach and were carrying it with them.

I purposely dropped the towel on the ants and waited.

 I picked it later carefully and handed it to her.

I stood outside the washroom and giggled loudly when I heard her shrieking from inside the washroom.

Once she was out, I saw her body red and pink with rashes and although I felt bad, I smirked at her.

She knew instantaneously that I had done it on purpose.

The slap with five fingers imprinted on my face and the stick that I had later on my arms brutally leaving red lines is what I call abuse

My first time of being abused.

Though only six years, I silently wiped off my tears and glared at Sanya venomously mentally warning her “we are not done at this”

After that the definition of abuse changed for me; and my world changed too.

“Your driver is here.” Sandy called “why does he have such big moustaches?”

“Looks like two Christmas trees growing from either side of his mouth” he added laughing at his joke making me laugh too

This was the first time I was noticing my driver Baburao’s moustaches, I simply communicate with him precisely and to the point.

I am not comfortable around male and barking orders and so keep to myself

And Baburao who has been assigned the task of picking and dropping me to the college respects my privacy and doesn’t interact much.

Sandy with his benevolent personality stood forward toying with the Baburao’s moustaches “Great moustaches sir. Looks like some royal personality” he said patting on my Baburao’s shoulders.

This was best thing about Sandy, he would joke and mock at others but never make them feel humiliated. He never discriminated between rich and poor and was humble with everyone.

“Yes sir.” My driver answered suddenly feeling taller than Amitabh Bachchan[Indian tallest movie star] or Eiffel tower from Paris. “Its our family tradition, my father had it, my grand father had it too so did my great granddad.” He paused and then continued proudly “But they say mine are biggest. Macho” he bloated.

“Yeah manly” Sandy gave him thumbs up winking at me later. ”So huge they are and pointed too. I love the upward curves too. You can actually hang something on them too.”

“Ha ha” Baburao laughed, Sandy’s sense of humor is really infectious “you are too funny boy.” And there is no trace of him being offended; he was rather enjoying the attention.

Raj is right; Sandy’s The Charmer.

“Hey man what could you hang on to them?” Sandy was looking around and then he picked the keychain from the ignition “yes this is perfect. He encircled the loop of Audi keychain and hooked it on his moustache “Now it looks royal; the chariot chauffeur” his another nickname followed “I’ll call you CC chariot chauffeur saarthi in hindi”

“What sir?” the Baburao laughed amused at how the keys of the expensive car stayed hanging on his moustache.

“Wait I’ll put it on Effbee. You mind?” he was seeking permission.

And me??

I was back in Singapore 

“PARI” Raj yelled at the top of his lungs jerking me awake, “PARIJAAATTTT” he shouted again and I pressed my palms on my forehead pressing away the forthcoming migraine

Yes my dear lovelies I couldn’t sleep last night scared worried of the consequences that would follow my li’l stunt of posting his sleeping video.

“What the f#**** did you do?”

He was now on the top of the bed, his hand clutching his mobile and other on his hips ready to travel forward and strangle me, his eyes red with fury probably spitting fire, his ears straight fuming with smoke and his face conked of anger.

‘I am sorry, I apologize, I realize it’s a mistake, I shouldn’t have done that, You looked so funny, it happened so all of a sudden, I got carried away and before I could realize I pressed upload, I am so so remorse, I feel guilty too, I promise I’d do anything, anything to make up to you.” I said in one breath my palm raised, shielding myself from his wrath that was on the cards.

He, the great jerk winked his left eye widening the other one saying “Anything?” and then he looked at me with a combination of accusing and threatening “You mean it you’d do anything to make up to it?”

I simply nodded accepting

Someone tell me why am I so scared of his short temper?

Take a grip Pari.

Whatever

“So what would you do” he was scratching his chin, an evil gesture crossing his face “or what would I make you do?” and then he was louder than expecting “For FUC##N DOING WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. HOLY F##KING s**t; 6754 likes, highest ever in my effbee history.”

“Excuse me” I said in a very muted croaked voice, my shoulders stiff from being hunched upwards, you can give the credit to Raj for intimidating me, not that I wouldn’t grit my teeth at that.

I opened a very small eye to look at him suspiciously “Are you delighted or upset about so many likes?”

“What do you think?” he barked “I am Indian Miley Cyrus getting famous on social media for negative publicity.”

I slumped defeated “I am sorry”

“You have to be and you have to pay for it.” He said adamant.

The hair on the back of my neck getting raised with his verdict

“What do you want me to do?” I said almost ready for execution.

“Well how about a video of you eating on effbee, it will be hilarious especially when you drink your soup with eyes closed” he suggested.

“I am not a funny eater.” I objected pushing my hands on my hips “That’ll be a flop.” I smiled enjoying my victory.

“Yes you are” here goes my victory dance in vain making me conscious every time I drink soup next  “but forget it, I’ll pick something more convivial.”

“Yes ! yes! Yes!” he shouted as if he’d just won a free ticket to Paris “I would shoot you in your red and white night suit brushing your teeth and post it.”

“No no” I said embarrassed “You cant. I always brush with door closed, ‘unlike you’I wanted to add but there is nothing more precarious than an offended and pissed off Raj so I preferred to go with the flow “you can’t as it is..” I shrugged.

He pouted disappointed and then his face lit like a tubelight that would take ages to glow even after the button is switched on “You never look uglier than you are looking now”

‘wow! Talk about offending’ “your bed hair flowing in all the directions like a spiky porcupine, your lips dry with drool sticking on your jaw and you teeth yellow, unbrushed ewww!”

Just what a girl wants to hear early in the morning.

“I threw a pillow at him “YOU are gross and mean”

He lifted his iphone in front of my face

A profound desire of snatching it from him and banging it to a wall to crush it into pieces aroused in me but I suppressed it immediately

Damn its expensive;( 

“Wait I’ll give you a video version of thesaurus of gross after I have shot you” he smirked.

Once he was done he looked at it like it was rarest of jewel first in a landscape mode, then in portrait.

I was holding the sheet below me so tight that my knuckles were white, but I had already accepted to stupid anything

So do I have a say in this?

Patting on his shoulder “Great work! Raj” he complimented himself and I twisted my mouth arrogantly at him.

“Video fine, next step…” he rummaged through the phone “Okay post it on website”

Thus making me laugh like artificial audience of a sitcom.

“What is so funny?” he asked breaking out of his concentration

I, I continued my spree of laughter 

“Holy F##k you are a social media virgin..” he gritted his teeth defeated.

I almost dropped on the floor laughing as I held my aching stomach, his face priceless!

‘No problems, I guess the messages are already your punishment.” He lifted his neck, raising his non-existing collars of his t-shirt and narrated what he read 

Raj what did Pari do to you to sleep like that?

Raj you disappointed us, sleeping while you are in honeymoon, we expected better. 

That snot from your mouth, is it drool or…..?

I snatched the mobile from him to make sure that the endless humiliating messages were actually there or he was making up

But the next I read would top the list

Raj if you sleep like this on your honeymoon, I think you need to start Viagra’

Nothing can be more demeaning than a guy being challenged for his $exual potency

“Viagra? Seriously Raj” I giggled “Your friends do keep you in a high pedestal and I laughed again this time actually falling on the floor

“Are you having an extra marital affair?” Sandy asked bringing me out of my ludicrous reverie.

“Huh” I was clueless

“Tell me who is he? Where is he?” he asked moving his eyes like a detective and commented his so called statistics “because no girl would think about her husband and smile in her thoughts daydreaming,”

“What are you implying?” I asked baffled 

“Married couples only argue or fight” he said continuing his rant “wait wait.. wait .. if you wanted an affair why didn’t you think of me in first place, I am smart , handsome and… I “

 “Sandy, stop or I might cut your tongue and divide it into two equal halves with the tip of my pen” I stopped him before he went ahead embarrassing me in front of my employee.

“Oh I am so scared” he mocked before directing his attention to Baburao’s moustaches caressing them, feeling them and then putting his finger on his non existent moustache showing off his deprivation of such a royal thing “they are strong too, really NICEEE” he continued showering compliments at Baburao.

“SANDY” I shouted “Aren’t you late for the hospital?”

“Oh s**t!’ he shouted realizing suddenly “yes hospital, you too are coming right?”

“No” I denied “I have taken a leave today”

“CC” he said to the driver “pinch me, come on pinch me.”

“Why what happened” CC aka Baburao, Sandy’s latest partisan shouted panicked at what happened suddenly.

“I am dreaming” he then lunged towards me “Angie I am touching your forehead’ and he pushed his palm towards my forehead “are you fine, I mean no fever right?”

I pushed his hand away and he dramatically shouted “Ouch” that was harsh “But there must be something wrong. You and missing, even the grammar of the sentence seems incorrect.” He looked around calling Maria “Maria Maria come here, I have the latest breaking news,” he shouted

And the charmer that he is Maria came running delighted to have attention of most good looking guy of the college, her b**bs jumping up and down from her tight fit t-shirt that she’d worn two size shorter to have the slim feel.

“What happened?” she asked drooling at Sandy.

As if it was not obvious she held Sandy’s arm asking for attention “Angie is missing hospital today, isn’t it one of the most sought after headlines?”

‘Angie?” Maria seemed confused and then her eyes followed where Sandy was looking and she sighed “oh Pari.” She softly hit her forehead remembering my nickname personalized by Sandy and then realized something “YOU PARI the most sincere medical student is bunking. Sandy do something, how about a party?” she asked fluttering her eyelashes.

“Sounds good to me.” Sandy ignored her flirting, probably he is so used to girls flirting with him that he has a natural or neutral reaction.

“Café Coffe Day?” he asked.

“YES” Maria shouted excitedly “and I can wear the new jacket that I have purchased yesterday”

If Sandy found it silly he didn’t mouth his opinion instead he joined her “Wow! Really. We can totally go there. Coming Angie?”

“Sandy its gran ma’s birthday today, I took leave so that I could do something special for her. So” I shrugged my shoulders “You guys enjoy.”

Sandy pouted, “No we’ll plan some other day. Bye babes” he waved  “and wish the $exy old lady Happy Birthday.”

I simply nodded my head “can I go now?”

“Yeah sure.”

“SANDY”

“What?”

“You are sitting on the window.” No kidding he actually balanced his perfect ass on the window pane as he sat ogling at Baburao’s moustaches which were the hero of the day; I pointed out making Baburao laugh.

“Oops sorry.” He apologized then looking at Baburao “cant get off those lovely moustaches” giving one swig to his curved, moustaches, he jumped off walking towards Maria keeping his hands on her shoulders.

For the look of it he was humbly apologizing for the cancel of plans.

I picked some stuff from the nearby grocery store planning to bake some cake and cook some delicacies that otherwise I restrict gran ma to eat.

I knew they were gone shopping some stuff for some upcoming wedding.

Actually it was a ploy by me to send mom and gran ma so that I can prepare for the surprise

My mom in law I can say is easily convinced, she’s that sweet.

“I want to surprise gran ma on her birthday” I told mom.

And she clapped in excitement “that means, bloomers, whistlers, balloons, birthday hats, cakes and goodies, so much fun?”

I smiled at her “No mom, just a small surprise dinner with family.”

She made a disappointed face “I miss birthday celebrations since Raj grew.” Then she was excited all of a sudden “you should know I kept a Princess diaries theme on his 12thbirthday and everything was pink and silver, balloons, streamers, cake, cake was picture of princess kissing Raj, so much fun”

Then she made a sad face and added, “Next year on his 13thbirthday Raj made a tantrum, he was bawling for whole day that he did not want to celebrate his birthday as he was grown up.” She sighed, “kids grow and we miss their parties.”

I mentally cringed biting my tongue and inner of my cheek alternatively to avoid laughing Raj’s mom’s obsession with girly themes, no wonder he pulled a fit to not celebrate his birthday.

That also makes me anxious to learn if he actually wore a pink shirt according to the theme for his Princes Dairies birthday?

Guess I will have to find out later

‘But why I take out gran ma?” She asked

“But why do you want me to take gran ma out?” I corrected and she repeated after me innocently “why you want me take gran ma out?’

“No mom to take” I corrected and she repeated correctly this time.

“Because if I cook at home and she is inside she will smell stuff and come to know something is cooking.” I explained.

“So what if you are cooking?” she asked again

‘I want it to be a surprise remember.” I stated.

“Anyways if you give her sweets and oily food to eat, it would be a surprise itself then why?” she argued.

“Mom please. I beg” I was persistent.

“Okay okay I’ll take her and” she whispered in my ears “I will make her pay too” she winked playfully making me laugh.

‘But no light off and shouting Surprise like in movies?” she asked pouting.

I gave a thumbs up to her and she frowned sweetly?.

I feel like cuddling to her she is such a baby 

But then Raj’s intimated and angry face comes to my and I compose my thoughts.

I swear Angry birds were inspired by his ardent looks

So I was excited to go home and cook for Gran ma’s surprise.

Actually since it is between me and ma I guess it is a surprise for the entire family.

I knew my innocent mom would slip so when I left in the morning I told her “change of plans, we’ll do it on weekend. But you take gran ma or she’ll be disappointed.”

Innocent that she is she believed.

I was in a rush to finish everything before anyone arrives so I quickly pushed my fingers for the lock to open.

When I initially tried, six months ago on my second day of wedding I was scared that the stuff is bewitched or there is some magic that the door opens with a mere touch of finger.

Sometimes when I would be alone I’d double check if the door is locked and since anyone can barge in anytime I lock myself in my own room to keep the anxiety at bay.

“No sir, please” was the muffling voice I heard from inside.

“You know you can call me Kabir Sia.” The other voice called.

“I have told you earlier, instead I stopped taking classes from you because I….

“I know baby you enjoy it too much, now that you have grown, you’ll learn how to have fun”

“Ahhh” Sia shrieked and I went to the direction of Sia’s room “please go. Leave me.”

“Sia open the door” I called from outside pushing the door but my heart was beating so fast that my voice was barely heard.

I knew very well what those noises were

There was hushed silence and somehow I realized that the door was simply closed twisting the knob I barged inside to see Kabir straddling Sia, his other hand cupping her mouth to quiet her.

“Sia” I shouted running towards her jerking that b@srtard away and then once he was off her I landed slaps after slaps on his face..

Too stunned at an intruder he stood rather shocked.

I was possessed for I started cursing “f##king pedophile, what did you think you’ll get away with this? Rape girls only tools for you? Cant you keep a lock on your freaking D!ck?’

“Pari” Sia called me and with the distraction Kabir tried to run away only to be stopped by mom and gran ma who had just returned

‘Kabir, class over so early?” mom asked.

Gran ma was eyeing between me and Sia who closely hung into my arms sobbing bitterly.

“Sia what happened why crying?” Mom asked pulling Sia into her arms and she continued crying “Mom, Kabir, Kabir she hiccupped, Pari hit him.”

Oh s**t that was when realization dawned on me.

I had gone too far.

I abused, blamed and cursed Kabir in worst possible way.

I ran into the room

I know that once they knew they are not going to listen to me.

Pulling the bag form the drawer I started stuffing my clothes and books into the bag.

“Pari what happened?’ Raj was home 

‘And he’d judge’ the thought itself made me shiver, my legs Jell-O.

I ignored cursing in my own world, s**t I couldn’t leave him, I had to fight for Sia, I couldn’t let history repeat itself” I was blabbering rather chatting in my own head wondering if things would reverse.

Or if I had handled things differently….

Was it even f##king possible?

“PARI” Raj held me tightly from my shoulders and jerked me hard.

I was too numb and lost in my own catastrophe.

“Pari” he was soft like now holding me as if I was glass and would break “tell me what happened?”

“Raj” was all could say and I bursted crying.

He held me in his arms and I melted into them, my fear or anxiety long gone “Sia..sia,.. kabirr..kabir” I stammered.”

And then again I realized what I had done and once he knows he’d kick me out.

He said he loves his parents and family more than anything

“I hit him, I abused him,” I said wanting to get over with the consequences.

“Who?” He asked, probably he simply headed towards the room and has no knowledge of what happened minutes ago “I hit Kabir.” And I don’t know why I clarified when I knew it wouldn’t matter “he.. He sia. He molested Sia, he was…” and as if the scene was live in front of me.

I shivered

“Sia never wanted to study with him, I forced her. s**t” I cried bitterly

“Its all my fault.

I shouldn’t have, I was no one, still I couldn’t let it happen.’

“What you couldn’t let happen?” he was demanding now.

“I .. he was straddling her, I..I had no choice, had I been late, he’d have he’d.” I was explaining

 That was when realization hit me and I stood aloof from the comfort of his arms, my body feeling cold all of a sudden.

But I was stronger, much stronger

“You know what I do not regret.”

“Pari..” Raj tried to pull me into his arms again but I stopped him

“Wait let me finish” I was firm and determined by now

“I hurt, abuse and kicked Kabir and I am proud of it, I do not regret at all. He tried to r@pe Sia. He deserved much more, he should be punished, jailed or even castrated for trying this with a minor. I have had enough of same bullshit with me and when I can fight against it; I will and I did. 

I feel sorry that I couldn’t kill him. I would have happily done that.” My voice firm and my head clear by now.

He stood shell shocked, mouth gaping taking in what I just said.

I simply went back picking up my bags “Raj I understand Kabir is flesh and blood, your cousin, mom’s sister’s son and he has an upper hand. I do not stand even an explanation. I shouldn’t have had gone that far but I did and I am not guilty of it. I would repeat it if it ever happened again.”

I took a deep breath that I was holding adjusting my bags in my hands “so I am leaving. And you don’t need to worry, I understand and I’ll manage on my own.”

“Are you done Pari?’ he finally spoke after minutes of silence.

I bit back the tiniest of sob.

Raj was one of the nicest person I had ever met. I would miss him, even though I acted that I hated him, cursed him, argued or even called him a jerk, I still liked him.

It was all my defense mechanism to keep my feelings at bay

Because I knew for sure I couldn’t have him.

He deserves much better than me.

I am tainted

“Raj” I called’ “just one last favor please don’t hate me”