It Wasn't Love at First Shalini and I Read Free Page A

“Honey, I
have just manicured my hands yesterday and do not want to spoil
my nails.”
    She showed me her nails. They did look pretty and should not
have been used to make parathas. “Could you just make bread
and eggs and we can have the aaloo parathas next week.” She
fluttered her eyes as she spoke. No one could say no to the
fluttering eyes.
I just wondered for how long.
     
I went to the kitchen, cracked open the eggs and made the
omelette.
    I was a pretty decent cook. Living alone teaches you that. The rest
of the day passed in a similar tone. There was lots of eye fluttering
and lots of waiting. In the car, in the saree shops, in the jewellery
shops, in the lehenga shops, in the shoe shops, and even in the shops
which sold jeans which had nothing to do with the marriage. And
there were no aaloo parathas.
    She liked Italian food so we had lunch at a pizzeria and she felt
that both of us had too much for lunch and were gaining weight
which was not good before our marriage, so we had a salad at Subway
for dinner. I hated Italian and I hated subway and I hated salad more
than both of them put together.
    And it was not that I even loved her. But it was that she was too
damn beautiful. I again wondered in how much time would I get
immune to her beauty. One thing was for sure, it was not happening
today.
    We reached back home at around 11 pm and she decided to stay
on at my place because if she went home, she would get into a fight
with her roommate and that would upset her. But even when she
stayed over, nothing much happened.
    We were getting married in 4 months and she said that I should
wait as it was just four months. So instead of doing what a young
couple alone in a room should do, she made me watch movies. I
seriously did not have the energy to watch movies, and that too
romantic bad movies, and that too in English.
    Plus, there were no aaloo parathas. I felt hungry. A Subway salad
did nothing to me. So we saw a movie and slept around 2. ‘The
Notebook’ I think it was called. A senti movie about two lovers.
    Honestly, I actually kind of liked it and was happy that atleast our
choices weren’t that different. But at the end of the movie she declared
that it was the worst she had ever seen. I again, just nodded in
agreement. We finally got into bed to sleep. No action, just sleep.
The good thing was that the gym was closed on a Sunday and I
could sleep till 9.
This was the first time we had slept on the same bed. Nothing
had happened but it was atleast a step in the right direction.
    Even though it was a Sunday and I had the liberty to sleep till
nine, for some good reason, I gotup at 7 again. No alarm, just gotup.
I hated early mornings. I looked around and I realised that Kriti was
also there. I looked at her, she looked like the best thing that had ever
happened to my bed, or even the best thing that had ever happened
to me.
    She had changed into cute little yellow polka dotted pyjamas with
a matching yellow polka dotted tshirt. Her hair were open and were
all over her face. Her lips were apple red and she was the most beautiful
girl I had ever seen.
    Just then her eyes opened. Beautiful black big eyes. And the best
part was that I could see the love in them. The love I had not seen in
any girl’s eyes for me for a very long time. I thanked the matrimonial
site once more and I was sure that I was doing the right thing by
marrying her.
“Darling, will you like your morning breakfast on bed?” I said
that, not she.
    She smiled. A lazy sleepy pretty smile, and nodded. I gotup to
make the eggs with juice and bread. I actually had a smile on my face
while cracking open the egg.
    The rest of the day was similar to the last one. She was still as
beautiful and there was as much waiting with the Italian food for
lunch and salad for dinner. She decided to goto her apartment for the
night as her office cab would pick her from there. I dropped her off
and got back after a long weekend with not much productivity for
me,