Arati ( POV )
As I was going to enter the house I saw Trishna sitting in the varanda pampering her husband. According to her expression he got hurt....my boy burned his hands?
I walked fast but his hands showed no sign of burn...but the way she is behaving...it's like it's the end of the world. My son seems to be enjoying that attention and I am happy that he is getting that attention from her.
But her last sentence made me think...what she thinks I am going to make my granddaughter work like a slave or something?. It's the duty of a girl to know household work. But her house rules are so different...making my grandsons work.
Never saw grandsons work at any household...what will my friends group think? I have no control over my house? Have to talk with Adrik about it. Hope he is not totally under his wife's spell and tries to understand what I am saying.
I have noticed my son...when trishna was with him he was smiling and a faint blush was there in his cheeks , his eyes looked happy. As soon as she went in his eyes turned cold....like I saw him for more than ten years. For the world he is cold and reserved....only for trishna he would smile. It would be hard to explain.
I walked into the courtyard....kids must be playing outside cause no one came to greet me.
My son suddenly noticed me...he stood up and said " Mother....come have a sit. " I nodded and sat on the mat where Trishna was sitting a few minutes ago.
" what happened? Did you get hurt? " I asked him to look towards his hands. The boy who was making faces with every touch of trishna showing his pain said " No...no it's nothing. I am fine. " I know he is fine. Too much fine to be real.
" where are your kids? " I asked him. " Mishti...made them sit in the room and draw. since the weather is chilly....she doesn't want them going out without proper clothes. " said my son. Well today's weather is cold....better to stay in only.
" should I call them for you?" asked Adrik.
" No...it's fine. " I told him since I need to talk with him.
" Mother...you're here. I made some chai for you. Here...it will be good for you. " said trishna getting out of the kitchen with a mug of chai. " I have cleaned the kitchen floor, and the food is ready. Call father before lunch...and I try to be back before that. " she said taking her basket.
" Alright....you be careful. " I told her. " Don't worry my husband is going with me....I will be fine. " she said looking towards Adrik. He is going I thought I could have a conversation with him.
He looked equally surprised but said nothing.
" Husband lets go." she said looking towards him. " Hmm...mother we will be home soon."he said and together they left the house.
well I am happy that they are together....hope it stays like that.
Trishna ( POV )
I don't know why I had a feeling that my mother in law wasn't happy with the way I treat my family and is going to have a talk with Adrik. But I can't let that happen...I have to explain to him my way of thinking so that he can judge which is better.
The road doesn't seem long when you have a beautiful company. His chamber is near the market so he knows plenty of people here. First we arrived at the clothing store. That girl is still working on something...her head down and she is stitching clothes.
" A woman store...." said Adrik in a lower tone. Is he shy type of guy?. " Hmm...lucky girl. " and he said " poor girl. " at the same time which is worrying me. He looked surprised when I said ' lucky girl ' so I just said " Lucky cause she is doing something on her own...every person who is in good working condition should do something for themselves and their family....when a woman and a man work together...the house runs better. " I told him but I know he wouldn't agree cause mentality takes ages to change.
" sister...." I called her...she looked up from her work. with a sweet smile she walked over to me. " sister have you finished making my order? " I asked her. she nodded and pulled out my order.
well she did a pretty good job and the dresses looked so good. " sister I am so happy you did a pretty good job. " I told her and she blushed hard. Now that I am here let's make a shirt and a coat for my husband which he can wear before going out to treat people in the cold.
" sister I want you to make a shirt for my husband...and a winter coat for the cold. It should be heavy but comfortable to wear. " I instructed her and she immediately took notes.
" I want it to be a high collar coat with a big button on the front side. " I explained to her once again painting it on paper. " Husband look is it okay? " I asked him to show him the picture.
" whatever you think is correct...will be good only. " he said, he is a one liner guy and his every line just melts my heart.
" sister have you brought any shirt for reference...I don't have any male stuff to take measurements...so.." she said looking towards me. well his coming and buying shirt was totally unplanned....I didn't have his extra shirts with me. My look gave my answer for me.
" I can take measurements.....if you don't mind sister. " she said looking embarrassed. well at this time period...doing stuff like this is pretty embarrassing. But I can have a modern mind.
" If husband doesn't get bothered by it. " I told her. He waited for sometimes thinking and than said " Its okay...." I knew it...man..but I was the one who suggested it.
But the feeling is really uncomfortable. she bought out her measuring tape I was going to say no but she said something that stopped me.
" Brother....hold the tape here near your neck and bring the other end around...didi can you read the number for me. " she said giving Adrik the measuring tape and keeping distance from him. I love her even more.
Rest of the time she just directed us and we did the measuring thing. After everything done...we did the billing and walked out of the store. I need to buy more things for the cake.
I dont know why I felt the need to hold his hand to show others that he is mine. But I holded his hand...he was surprised. In this time even holding hand in public is embarrassing for couples. But who cares...I have my husband and he doesn't mind me holding his hand and that's exactly what matters....nothing else.