“Tu nehmi asach ka nahi rahu shakat, Khadoos?”
“Asa kasa?”
“Asa… jasa aata… ya kshani aahe… tasa!”
“Mhanje? Mala nahi kalala! Nit sang!”
She raised her head from his shoulder just enough to steal a glance at him. Staring at the confusion in his orbs, she shifted closer, placing her head back where she had come to realize it now belonged. On his shoulder!
“Aapla contract eka varshachach aahe na?”
He hummed in response to her question. Unwillingly.
“Eka varshanantar mala java lagel parat. Mag tu ithe aani mi… tithe asnar.”
“Hmm!”
“Tula ek sangu? Konala sangnar nasashil tar?” she asked.
“Hmm?”
“Mi tula khup miss karel, Khadoos. Mhanje… tula nahi exactly. Tuzya hatala… mhanje mazya teddy la.”
“Aankhi kaay miss karshil?” She had got him curious enough to continue the conversation, hoping to get her to confess something that might change his decision of letting her go after a year.
“Aankhi… tuzyasobat dance karna miss karel. Tula madh khaau ghalna miss karel. Doka dukhatana tuzi head massage miss karel. Aani…”
“Aani?” He made his impatience a bit too evident without actually intending to.
“Aani… tuzi bayko asna miss karel mi, Khadoos!”
Aani
Tuzi
Bayko
Asna
Miss
Karel!
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T R A N S L A T I O N
“Why can’t you always stay like this, Khadoos?”
“Like how?”
“Like this… the way you are… here… at the moment!”
“What do you mean? I didn’t get it! Elaborate, will you?”
She raised her head from his shoulder just enough to steal a glance at him. Staring at the confusion in his orbs, she shifted closer, placing her head back where she had come to realize it now belonged. On his shoulder!
“Our contract is for just a year, no??”
He hummed in response to her question. Unwillingly.
“I will have to go back after a year. Then you will be here and… I… there.“
“Hmm!”
“Should I tell you something? If you promise not to tell anyone?” she asked.
“Hmm?”
“I will miss you, Khadoos. Erm, I mean, not exactly you… but your hand. I mean my teddy..”
“What else will you miss?” She had got him curious enough to continue the conversation, hoping to get her to confess something that might change his decision of letting her go after a year.
“Um… I will miss dancing with you. I will miss feeding honey to you. I will miss your head massage whenever I’ll have a headache. And…”
“And?” He made his impatience a bit too evident without actually intending to.
“And… I’ll miss being your wife, Khadoos!”
And
I
Will
Miss
Being
Your
Wife!
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This is a random piece of fiction. Absolute imagination. Kind of a random mini tale based on the picture! 💜