“You are a male version of hybrid bitch.” She shouted in an utter dismay. Was she too harsh? Nah, it’s too less for the act he puts on. Thank god! She was kindly being sarcastic only.
Her words sting him right
in the heart as he turned back with a clenched fist, eyes clearly expressing
that he wanted to strangulate her at that moment. He pushed her hard on the wall,
wedging her between him and a wall.
His glares perpetuated the
tremors she felt within. She felt wobbly inside, but firmly stood with reflecting
glares matching his.
“Damn you!” he punched hard
on the wall deliberately missing her head.
He gritted his teeth and
uttered each syllable clearly with a pause “Don’t. Provoke. The. Beast. In. Me.”
His eyes were so intense
that she forgot what she needs to say next. She blankly stared at him.
He raised his eyebrows and
urged her to continue. “I would never dare to provoke you.” She spoke before
she knew what she was speaking, then she was laughing hard collapsing on the
couch.
“Damn you! That’s not in a
script.” He laughingly collapsed next to her.
“Ha-ha… I know. It felt so
real for a time being that I forgot we are practicing for your next play. You are so passionate about
acting. I could see it in the intensity of your eyes when you act. You are a
born and gifted actor. I almost felt that you will hit me for a real.” She honestly
confessed.
“Hey! You know that I will
never hurt you.” He hugged her.
“Ouch! My ego. I am a villain
on screen not in reality. “He teased her.
She elbowed him hard on
the stomach.” Dear romantic Gabbar, get up.” He deliberately tightened his grip on
her.
“Ouch… I won’t hit you
doesn’t mean that you can hit me.” He releases grip to mend where she hit on
head.
“I am hungry.” She gracefully
made her way to the kitchen. The clinking sound of the utensils indicates that
she was attempting to test her yet again debutante culinary skills.
“Wait! We will cook
together.” He immediately rushed to rescue both of them from eating something
gross. He had no intention of telling the truth that her food taste terrible, even
dog refused to eat the leftovers. He was glad that she was putting heart to
learn it.
“It’s fine. I will cook.
You practice on your scene.” She replied without turning.
“No, we shall cook and practice
together.” He joined her in cutting vegetables. Life together was very vibrant
and natural like it was meant to be.
