“Arey tu geli tar… haan, Netra… Netra yeil bara. Ti yeun maza haat pakdel. Chalnar aahe tula?”
“To tar ti mazya samor hi pakadte. Tyat kay navin?”
Her indifferent shrug made him bang his fists on the bed when his every attempt to hold her back from going on that stupid solo trip died a brutal death.
His enraged fingers fisted the bedsheet as he internally cursed Abhay for putting that solo trip idea for self-discovery in her mind on the call that they were having the previous night.
“Konala imagine kartoy tya bedsheet madhe? Abhya la?” She chuckled.
“Aata te hi nahi karu shakat ka mi? To tikde US madhe basun mazya bayko la mazyapasun dur karnyacha karasthan kartoy and guess what? Yashaswihi hotoy and I can’t even strangle him… mentally?”
She dropped the dress that she was folding on the bed before turning toward him. After giving him a long stare, she laughed while pulling his cheeks. “Day by day, you are turning so cute and predictable, Mr. Kanitkar! Abhya brings far better reactions out of you than Krish did.”
He slapped her hands away. “Haat nako lavu.”
She hummed. “Correct aahe. Netra Tai yeil udya asa mhanalas na? Ticha haat hava asel na tula? Thik aahe. Aata kay karu shak -“
“SHUT UP, APURVA. Shut… up?”
Startled, she looked at him and realized how truly disturbed he was.
She sighed before patting his head. “5 divas, Khadoos. Just 5 days. Tula kalnar pan nahi mi kadhi geli aani kadhi aali…” She tried to pacify him.
“Mala pan yeu de na?”
“Mag ti solo trip kashi hoil?”
“Arey garaj kay aahe ya solo trip chi?”
“Self-discovery, Khadoos. Kitida sangu?”
“Tyasathi kuthe jaychi kay garaj aahe? Mala vichar. I have discovered you. I am just about to complete a thesis on you. Meanwhile, you can just look into my eyes and read what they’ve discovered about you. Mala khatri aahe, maze dole… tula tuzyabaddal… kuthlyahi solo trip peksha – jastach sangu shaktil!”
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This is a random piece of fiction. Absolute imagination. Kind of a random mini tale based on the picture.