Savitha snuggled against Inder and let out a sigh. He enveloped her in his arms. She relaxed more. Next his hand was on her breast, squeezing lightly. She stiffened.
“What? Tired as always?” he hissed in her ears; “I am a fool to be expecting some love from you,” he said withdrawing his hand. Savitha turned towards him and kissed him squarely on his mouth, drawing him towards her.
Ten minutes later, exhausted even to think she drifted off to sleep.
There had been days when she was angry with herself for letting Inder get his way when she wasn’t in the mood for making love. But then again he would keep on cribbing about it for some time that giving in was better than listening to his lecture.
Savitha’s day started everyday at 5 am…in fact, 5 or 10 minutes even before that. She would beat the clock by waking up before the alarm went off fearing the sound would rouse Inder and put him in a grumpy mood through the day.
She then drank her tea in peace when the rest of the house still slept. The frenzy started from 6, the time the milkman arrived. Her routine, a clockwork precision – boil milk, do the dusting, soak the clothes for washing, prepare tiffin boxes for kids and hubby, wake up kids and Inder…. many a times the clock would be embarrassed for not keeping up with her.
“What will you have for breakfast?” she asked Inder as he read the newspaper.
“Whatever is convenient? What are you having?”
“Ragi malt and fruits.”
“Hmmm. Anything is fine.”
After sometime when Savitha had laid out his breakfast of bread toast and omelette on the table, Inder looked at it distastefully. “How quickly can you make me some upma?”
She gave him a hard look as she went into the kitchen to make upma. After 13 years of marriage she had been so used to his mood swings that she had stopped protesting or even think about the inconveniences he caused her. She was glad that her girls did not give her hard time as their father did. Both the girls would get ready by themselves. The geyser had to be switched on, their uniform kept out and they would appear at the breakfast table fully dressed and ready to go to school.
Inder called her immediately after reaching the office. “Hey, I forgot to tell you. We have a product launch party today. It is a formal event, so wear your gown. We have to leave by 7 pm,” without even waiting for her to reply, he disconnected the call.
Savitha sat heavily on the couch. Party meant leaving her kids at her parents place for the night and then again arrange for them to be taken to the school from there the next day. She first finished making lunch and then packed their bags for the overnight stay.
That done, she got about getting ready for the evening; getting her favorite red gown out and ironing the dress and laying out the accessories she would wear with it.
That evening she looked beautiful all dressed up. Inder was proud to show her off to his colleagues and other guests. She was poised and savvy. And as they danced together that night, everyone admired how they looked lovely together. They were in perfect sync. He was an attentive husband and always had a protective hand over her. Savitha smiled at the irony, only she knew the way he made her dance to his tunes.