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“I’ll still help.” Jhanvi is adamant.
God help me but my wife is typically behaving like she used to before. Even a simple fever and she wouldn’t let me get down the bed on my own.
Since I want to empty my bladder and don’t have the energy to argue, I let her help me reach the bathroom even if I can walk on my own. She holds the door open for me and I get inside.
“You sure you’ll be fine or should I..”
“Stay right there.” I don’t let her complete that sentence. I appreciate her concern but if she enters the bathroom now, I might just pin her to this damn door and give her that quickie she’d so curiously asked me about. It’s been really long since I even kissed Jhanvi. The last proper one was when she came to my office. But now I’ve vowed not to touch or kiss her until she chooses me over all her other plans.. over everything else.
I use the washroom and come out, only to find Jhanvi glued to the same spot I had left her – at the door. She smiles and then helps me get to the bed again. It’s around 04:30 am.
“Go back to Aarvi. I am fine now,” I murmur though I don’t want her to leave me. I want her next to me again.
She helps cover me with the quilt as I lie down on the bed.
“Aarvi’s Nanny is sleeping in the same room as her. She’ll message me if Aarvi needs us. I’m not going anywhere tonight, Aarav.”
She better not.
Jhanvi joins me on the bed again and doesn't even mind spooning me openly.
“Go to sleep now and wake me up again if you need anything.”
She ruffles my hair, a gesture she always did before and shuts the lamps off. I want her. Badly. But I keep my hands to myself and shut my eyes. That day is not far. I can sense it. So instead of focusing on my pain, I just dream of the moment when Jhanvi and I will be making out again and just like that I start feeling better. She’s the drug I need. She’s my only cure.
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The next day I finally regain my lost energy and mood. Aman comes to see me again and we have a good time chatting. Aarvi is also confused that I hurt my leg and she’s always around to check on me. And Jhanvi? Don’t ask. She’s taken over the responsibilities of being my wife very seriously. She hasn’t let me skip a meal or medicine and I’m enjoying being pampered by her. Again, tonight when I plan to sleep in the other room, she doesn't let me and uses Aarvi to convince me we sleep together. I don’t deny their wish this time and sleep in the bedroom. Jhanvi makes Aarvi sleep at the side with pillows securing her, and she herself takes the center of the bed next to me giving me the excuse that Aarvi kicks in sleep and since my leg is recovering, she doesn't want to take any chances. I don’t argue because I want the same. I want her to cuddle me like last night because that was the best sleep I got again. I flick the lights shut and the next instant, she spoons me from behind. I’ve started getting used to her spooning now. She did the same before and I think a lot of her previous gestures are returning. The day won’t be long when her memories will return too.
The next morning, I wake up before her and take out my work clothes. I can’t be home today as I have a few important issues to handle in terms of the Charity Trust.
“You are not going to work today, Aarav.”
She woke up? I keep fetching for a matching tie by the time she reaches the walk-in wardrobe.
“Your silence won’t work this time.”
I know.
“I have some work. Will try to come back soon.”
“One day’s delay is not going to hamper anything.”
She snatches the tie I choose and keeps it back in the closet.
“You are staying home today. I’ve informed Aman already.”
“Jhanvi, don’t.”
She takes my warning lightly.
“I can go to any extent today to make sure you don’t step a foot outside.”
Really? Any extent? Should I test her? I want to. But my ignorance resolve will be shattered if I happen to challenge her. I can’t take that risk of being seduced by my wife to stay back home. I know she can do that. Shehasdone that earlier. Though she has no memories of it.
“Try stopping me, you’ll fail.”
Warning her I make my way to the bathroom.
