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“Are you laughing at me?” I asked abruptly.
“Far from it,” Veer replied. “I was admiring your enthusiasm about the house.”
“That sounds like something people say when they want you to stop droning on about something boring,” I grumbled.
“Fine! I was admiring your lush lips and imagining what they’d look like wrapped around my…”
Before he could finish that statement, I tripped over my own foot and went sprawling to the ground.
“Are you okay?” he asked shakily.
I pushed my unruly hair out of my face and glared at him as I sat up and dusted my hands off.
“Stop laughing at me,” I hissed. “This is your fault.”
“Well, you wanted to know what I was thinking,” he complained, reaching out to help me up.
I pushed his hand away and stood up on my own steam.
“I’m going to bed,” I said stiffly, as I hobbled towards the staircase. “Goodnight, and I hope the bed bugs bite. I hope they suck you dry, you asshole.”
“I was hoping you’d do that,” he replied drily.
I drew in a sharp breath, wondering how my mother would react if I beaned her precious Jamai Sa with her favourite Ming vase sitting so pretty on the console table by the staircase. I wondered whom she’d miss most - the man or the vase.
“Don’t even think about it,” warned Veer. “You’ll set off a full-scale war with the Jadhwals if you kill me. And my parents will take Diya back home, for sure.”
“They can try,” I said with a snort. “Bhai Sa will shed rivers of blood before he lets anyone take his Diya from him.”
I was the picture of injured dignity as I went up the stairs, and only when I was out of Veer’s sight did I run straight to my room and shut the door behind me firmly. I wished I could shut his words out as well, but they followed me to bed, tormenting me in my dreams. I tossed and turned in bed all night, dreaming of Veer and his promise of fucking me on every flat surface in his palace.
My dreams always ended just as he was about to enter me, and I’d wake up frustrated, drenched in sweat and sopping wet. At one point, I was tempted to pleasure myself to take the edge off, but I knew it wouldn’t even be close to the real thing, and in the state I was in, only Veer would do.
I punched my pillow in frustration, and when I imagined it to be his smug face, I punched it a few more times just for the heck of it before I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, it was quite late in the morning. I lay in bed for a while longer because I knew what was awaiting me downstairs - a full interrogation by the mummy committee. Followed by wedding planning. I’d rather have my teeth extracted without anaesthesia than plan another wedding so soon after Diya and Bhai Sa’s anniversary extravaganza. Even if it was my own wedding.
The fact that my mother and Veer’s Ma would start picking out my wedding clothes without me finally drove me out of bed because I knew they’d saddle me with a whole lot of heavy outfits that would only make me look bigger than I was.
When I went down for breakfast, the mummy committee was out in full force and my fiancée was nowhere to be seen.
His mother shot me a disapproving look and looked at the big Dutch clock on the mantlepiece pointedly. I ignored the look and wished them all a serene good morning.
“Beta, we were just discussing the wedding date,” said my mother, as she passed me a plate of aloo parathas. “I’ve asked Pandit Ji to find us a good mahurat.”
“It needs to be soon, Ma,” I replied, pouring myself a cup of coffee.
“Are you still obsessed with that house?” she scolded.
Of course, I was! Why else would I be getting married? But there was no tactful way to say that without offending everyone present, so I kept my mouth shut and took a sip of coffee.
“What will you do with that house, though?” asked Veer’s mother curiously. “Will you rent it out?
I turned to her in surprise because what kind of question was that?
“I’m going to live in it, of course,” I replied.
She stared at me as if I’d lost my mind.
“But we live in Jadhwal! How can Veer campaign successfully in his constituency if he doesn’t live there? And how can the future Maharaja of Jadhwal live in his wife’s house like a ghar jamai?” she asked, sounding scandalised.
