Love In Its Purest Form

Oh no!

Nahin...

Yet again 

I can't take it.

Her sobs and muffled moans caught high decibels in no time. 

My father in law came running. He was halfway through his daily dose of shaving. His face was still covered with lathers. He looked frantic- not unusual though!

When wifey dear(My mother in law) is in distress or appears to be so, he is always at the beck and call. 

“Lucky she!”

“Pure husband material…my dad in law is. '' I mumbled.

“Wish his son is half conceding or even a quarter , for that matter.”

The above wish remained in my head, and did not travel up to my lips in the shape of whisper even!

"What happened ? Why are you shouting ? Who are you yelling at Basanti?"

His comforting words instead of assuaging enraged her further.

" I am depressed and distressed, sore at your ways, especially when you hide things from me."

"But , what did I hide, Basanti?"

 "What not?...The surge in gold price to begin with. You had promised me to buy a pair of bangles when the gold price came down. It took a nosedive last week and Lo! The price is skyrocketing. It seems I have forfeited my chance of getting a new pair. How will I face Mrs Sharma now! She would laugh at me. Make jokes about me. "

This time …she looked like a poor distressed soul …per se.

 "But, our TV set is blaring nonstop. I thought, ``you must be knowing." ...Retorted my father-in-law. His voice had a tinge of satire. 

But my mom-in-law was not in the form of a mind to appreciate the subtleties of this satire nor could fish out words from her cherished vocabulary to retort back.

I was both amused and bemused by this hilarious episode, standing a few feet away, ironing my clothes for office.

Before switching off the bed lamp that night, I told my hubby..

 

“Dad loves mom so much. Fulfills all her demands. Always remains at her beck and call. You are so much unlike him.”

He held me in a deep embrace and said “ Some can be ostentatious. A few like me are hardcore lovers, do fulfill desires before they are spelt out in bold letters…wifey dear!”

My quaint “yes” lulled us to a goodnight’s sleep.

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