8 years later :Mahendra walked into his home with the sound of clanging pots and pans ringing in his ears.So, they were going to have one of those days. He rolled up his sleeves and silently crept up behind her in the kitchen."Honey, I'm home!"He slid his arms around her and laid his chin on her shoulder. She shrugged him off. "Fuck off Mahendra."He wanted to laugh, but he knew she wouldn't appreciate that. He put his hand on her rounded belly and waited for a kick. He wasn't disappointed and his heart filled with joy."Where are Rudraksh and Mrityunjay?"Subhadra turned around and faced him, with her hands on her hips and narrowed eyes. Fuck, she looked so beautiful.He reached behind her and squeezed her ass. He couldn't resist. He didn't know if she'd turn into a lion or a kitten.Thankfully, it was the latter. "They're at Latha's house. They were literally fighting like dogs."Mahendra pulled her closer to him. "Do you know what that means?" He wiggled his eyebrows."It me
What really happened between Bhaskar (Vasundhara's ex-husband) and Narayan (Vasundhara's husband):Bhaskar looked around disoriented. He tried to move, but couldn't. At first, he thought he was too drunk, but as soon as his hazy vision cleared, he saw that he was tied up. To a chair. He looked around and found himself in a dimly lit room.He tried to scream. "Help!"But, it came out as a rasp. He heard low chuckling coming from the corner of the room."No one can hear you, idiot.""Who a-are you?"There was a loud slam and Bhaskar flinched."Don't fucking stutter. I hate it."Bhaskar gulped because he finally recognized the voice. It was Narayan Moorthi."Narayan..You're my friend." Bhaskar pleaded."You must be really drunk if you think I'm your friend."Narayan finally stepped into the light, dragging a chair behind him."Bhaskar, the drunkard. We finally meet again."He sat himself on the chair and stared at Bhaskar. He was a very pathetic man.Bhaskar had always been intimidated b
Subhadra was late to her friend's wedding. Latha had needed a last minute saree and of course Subhadra had jumped at the opportunity.While she had been walking, after buying the saree, a car had splashed mud on her new lehenga and the driver had the audacity to scold her in return. She had been too shocked to scold him back, so she only said the only thing she could think of at that time. "Inge Mande Sooye Naaye!" Subhadra herself didn't know what it meant, but it sounded offensive and to her great delight, the man looked offended as well.So basically, she was late because of that arrogant car driver.She took off into a sprint to reach the function hall and just to her luck, she tripped on a stone and nearly fell flat on her face. She looked here and there to check if anyone saw that and resumed her run.She was only focused on reaching the place, and just like that, she collided into someone and fell down for real this time."Fuck." He cursed.It wasn't his fault. She wasn't watc
Two weeks of talking to Vikram, Subhadra felt good. She knew she shouldn't be happy from receiving a text from Vikram, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't remember feeling this excited...since forever.So, they decided to meet up. Subhadra arrived at the time agreed upon to the park and had to wait a few minutes for Vikram.When he arrived, they hugged each other and Subhadra looked around. Everyone was a busybody who thought other's businesses were their business, especially the nosey aunties.She didn't want anyone she knew going to her parents and tattling on her for meeting a guy. They would nag her on getting married for the umpteenth time."So let me get something cleared up. You're interested in me right?" He asked her."Yes. That's why I'm here. Are you?""Of course I am. I wouldn't be here either if I wasn't."Subhadra shrugged. "That's good then."They started walking side by side."Let's play twenty questions." She suggested.Vikram hated questions and he hated people qu
Subhadra had had enough with Vikram. He claimed to love her and she hated to admit it, but she wasn't getting enough attention from him. She felt like it wouldn't matter to him whether she texted him or not. Whether she talked to him or not.So, she stopped texting him. The first day was bearable. The second day was hard and by the third day, she couldn't take it anymore. She had to text him. So, on the fourth day, when she texted him, he asked her how her new boyfriend was. She called him."Vikram, what the hell is that supposed to mean?""It means I'm asking how your new boyfriend is.""Are you crazy? I don't have one.""Is it? Come on Subhadra. I hate liars.""Fuck you Vikram. Oh and by the way, he's fine." She huffed in anger. He was being ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."Good." He sounded dejected and resigned."Vikram, what do you take me for? You think I have one guy per week?""You didn't talk to me in three days Subhadra. What am I supposed to think?"She deflated. "I didn
Vikram had gone to Kolkata and not a single text from him for two days. Also, she only knew he was in Kolkata through his Instagram. He couldn't even give her the courtesy of telling her.Anxiety gnawed at her insides. Did he meet Nehra. Did they hug each other? Did they kiss and make up?"Subha, why are you even worrying about him? From what I've seen and from what you've told me, he isn't worth it. You've got beauty. You've got brains. Why are you stuck with him when you can do so much better?"Subhadra twirled the straw in her drink as she listened to Latha. She knew Latha was right."But Latha, I love him.""Yes, I can understand that Subhadra, and I don't blame you. It's just that you deserve someone much better. Someone who's worthy of you. I mean if I wrote Aryan poems like you do for Vikram, he'd fly in the air and worship the land I walk on. Also, he wouldn't let me out of the bedroom.""Latha!" Subhadra laughed. She had never been intimate with Vikram and had no intention of
"This is Commander Subhadra. I need backup on Line 5.""On it Chief." As soon as she saw her father, Venkat Krishnan, jogging away, she shot a Nerf at him, hitting him square on his buttock.When he yelped and rubbed the sore spot, she burst out laughing."What was that for, you brat?""It was for being too slow, old man.""Old? You call this old?" He started flexing his non-existent muscles.Her Mom, Sangeetha came in the middle."They say I only have one child. They're wrong. I have two children, except one is a man child."Her mom poked her finger in Venkat's chest."Amma, leave Nanna alone.""Devuda." Her Mom called for God.Right then, Subhadra's phone rang. It was Vikram."Hello?""Sweetheart, I'm outside your house."Subhadra contemplated on what to say. The buildings had eyes...in the form of nosy neighbors. She didn't want her father to have a bad name in the neighborhood.But, she could tell them it was a colleague from work."Nanna, my colleague is downstairs. I'll go see w
The next day, Vikram called her multiple times, and he never did that. Calls from him were few and far between. Multiple calls? Never.So, she decided to answer the third time he called."Subhadra, I'm sorry."She rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her."You know what Vikram? You'd say sorry to me after sticking your penis in someone else.""Subhadra, that's too far and you know it."She did know, but she didn't care. She was too hurt and she wanted to do something crazy."I'm at work. I'll call you later.""This isn't a goodbye right, Subhadra?"She softened at that. "No Vikram. It's not."They hung up and Subhadra wondered if Latha would be up for clubbing tonight. She would need to buy a dress, though, so, she decided to go shopping after work. ______________________________________Subhadra stared at the sequined dress wistfully. She really wanted it, but it wasn't her style and she would never be comfortable in wearing something that short. It was because of the society