Kabir’s house was in chaos when he stepped inside after a gruelling day of work. His boss had been in a mood, half his team was down with the flu and the agency who was supposed to have sent him the deck for his boss had mysteriously misplaced the entire forty-eight slide PPT.
Yes, it had been one of those days.
He had been looking forward to coming home and cuddling with Gargi on the sofa. But seeing the way the drawing room had been stripped off cushions and curtains, the utensils littering the platforms in the kitchen and the dining table, he didn’t think he would get to cuddle.
He walked to their room where Gargi was throwing her clothes in a suitcase. A handbag had been stuffed with the drawing room curtains and her purse was fit to burst, seeing as it contained every electronic device she owned.
He leaned against the door, strangely amused. “Gargi, darling, what are you doing?”
Gargi looked up. Her hair was in disarray. There was a smudge of dirt on her cheek and chin. Her eyes and ears were red. He should have been alarmed but he was still only amused. His girlfriend of two years was given to theatrics and he was used to her breaking up with him. This would be the…he mentally calculated…sixth time she would be breaking up with him, if that is what was going on.
He hoped it wasn’t and it was just her throwing stuff away because it was old or boring. She did love redecorating and this wouldn’t be the first time she had done that either.
“I’m leaving you,” she said with a tremble of her lower lip. She went back to packing. She couldn’t believe she had accumulated so many things over the one year they had been living together. How was all of it going to fit?
“Why?”
He was way too calm, she thought. Usually, he would be at least a bit angry when she threw one of her tantrums. It was her way of getting his attention and he had spent the last one month, thirty-three days to be precise, ignoring her in favour of his annual brand strategy planning. She hated it. She hated him.
“I’m going to mom’s. If you wanted a house sitter instead of a live-in girlfriend, you should have told me before. I would have at least sent you an invoice of the work I do in this house…earned something out of this abysmal experience.”
Kabir rubbed his forehead and Gargi silently cheered. She was getting to him. Good. She couldn’t wait to push him to a level where either he would bang the door shut so she couldn’t leave or throw her on the bed and have his way with her.
Seeing as the bed was occupied, option one was looking more plausible. She frowned. She hadn’t thought this through properly and no sex would mean she would only achieve 50% of her objective.
“Babe, you don’t need the money. Tell me what is wrong. Why are you stealing our curtains?”
She sniffed. “Not ours. Mine. I bought them because you couldn’t be bothered to come with me to the store.”
She moved closer to him and he didn’t move away. This would work nicely. She could get what she wanted alright.
“You are the worst boyfriend ever. You care so very little for me.”
Kabir tried to read what she wanted. Sometimes, she wanted him to let her go so she could get some sympathy before coming back as if nothing had happened. Sometimes, she wanted him to pamper her. This time though, there were mixed signals. He wished he could ask but then that would ruin the game and that was the last thing he wanted.
But she had moved closer to him. Maybe…she wanted what he wanted too. Okay he could work with that. He held up a finger, as if pausing their fight, and went to see the second bedroom. There was no stuff anywhere and the bed was neatly made, just like he had left it that morning.
An idea popped into his head as he went back. Gargi was positively pouting, having run through her anger already. He smiled devilishly and when he saw her eyes flicker to his lips, he knew he was on the right track.
This was going to be better than cuddling on the sofa! Now that he knew what the next part of the script was, he played his part to the T and so did Gargi.
One hour later, he had forgotten his abysmal day and Gargi had forgotten the neglect. Now, they just needed to put the house to rights…but that could wait.
Song: Escape by Enrique Iglesias
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