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10. Moon

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These past few days had been slow and sluggish. Y/n grumbled in annoyance. Start of the day has no right being this hot, she complained as she spread two long sarees on the floor.

Sunlight filtered through the clouds making them shine bright. She massaged between her eyes, trying to shoo away the ache.

Her right eye twitched, feeling the sweat roll down from her hairline.

Once done with arranging the cloth over the veranda, she went to the store room and dragged out two sacks of wheat. One after the other.

This is going to take a lot of time, she considered calling one of the neighboring ladies for help. Considered and tossed that idea in a cold box.

Hailing from a huge joint family, Y/n never understood why she died a little everytime there came a prospect of socializing.

Entering the kitchen for a sieve, she ruffled Ram's hair a bit who was cooking lunch for them. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

She heard him mutter a quiet no and eyed the highest shelf, cursing her past self, why did she have to put it so high up? Y/n stretched her hand stupidly, the sieve she wanted was double her height up.

Over the sizzle of tomatoes, Ram heard his wife huffing and puffing and muttering something under her breath. "What?"

"This stupid sieve!"

He covered the cooking vegetables and stood up. Standing next to her, he too stared up the shelf. Deciding to give it a try, he stood on his toes and tried to hold the iron strainer.

To his chagrin, instead of grasping it his fingers pushed it back further.

Y/n slapped her head, immediately regretting as sweat smeared on her hand and dust on her face. "I'll bring the stool."

On a whim, Ram turned. His eyes widened in an innocent look. "Oooooorr-"

Not giving her time to react and refuse, he bent down and sweeped her off the ground. "-not!"

Y/n shrieked at the sudden movement. Her hands found way to his shoulders and tried to push down. "Ram- Ram! Put me down-"

He gave a mock theatrical laugh and took a step closer to the shelves. "Take it."

Despite herself, she chuckled and shook her head affectionately. He lowered her once she got the sieves.

Y/n smacked his arm, " You're crazy."

Her smile dimmed once out of the kitchen. Near one fifty kgs of wheat to clean, she hated this part of work. It was boring and time taking, and completely unbearable in hot weather.

In next half an hour, she wasn't even half done and her pallu was soaked.

Using the back of her hand, she tried to wipe the sweat trickling down the side of her face. Ram was humming in the kitchen. Her irritation mounted. Her grip tightened as she tried to hurry.

Why was it so hot?

She looked up at the sky, and asked for mercy. Her hands were covered in fine husk and dust till the elbows and so were her feet. As the motion sped up, the sieve shifted forward.

As minutes passed by, her movements grew more and more agitated. The care she started out with was gone. All she wanted was to be done with this task.

Should have asked for help.

Her palms chuffed against the rough iron. In haste and discomfort Y/n didnt register the sharp edge.

Not until it flew out of her hands, cutting a deep gash in her palm.

Blood slowly surfaced and dripped on the floor. Her irritation increased with the stinging feeling.

Getting up, Y/n washed her hands and pressed on the wound with her saree. Looking around, she saw a clean strip of cloth. Quickly she snatched it and wound it around her hand, tight.

Determined to not leave anything for later, she sat back down and filled the sieve with more wheat. It was almost done.

Almost. Almost.

She kept chanting in her heart. As the pile of cleaned wheat grew, so did the pain in her hand and her back from sitting hunched for too long.

Once done, she quickly filled the sacks with the wheat. Red was starting to appear above the thick bandage. Somehow she dragged them back to the store room and picked up the broom.

She carefully folded the sarees and kept them in a corner.

The only relief was that she won't have to cook now.

Ram finally emerged from the kitchen drenched in sweat. "Why did you pick them up, I would have-"

She waved, saying it was fine.

He switched on the fan of the living room and plopped down on the chair. Lifting the kurta, he tried to dry himself. After sometime Y/n dropped on a chair on the other end of the table.

"Why is it so hot?"

"Beats me."

He kept his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. Working in the kitchen was suffocating. He felt a little more respect for his wife and really bad that she had to do it everyday without fail.

Y/n covered her face and groaned. "I'm so tired."

"What's that on your hand?"

Her breath caught.

Play it cool. Play it cool. Pretend this doesn't hurt.

Scrunching her face, she looked at her bandaged hand, "This? Oh nothing, just-" She acted as if surprised.

"Y/n.."

Her eyes darted across the room. She licked her lips. "Ram."

Don't run. He'll only scold you more.

He got up from the chair and dragged it next to her. Grabbing her stiff hand, he looked at her with a gaurded expression.

She bit her lip. Don't. Words died in her throat. He didn't look like he'd laugh at her jibes right now.

Tenderly, he untied the already dark knot.

"It's nothing." He snorted, "you said this is nothing." He kept the warm red strip on the table. Finally, he saw the cut.

It was deep but that wasn't what bothered him. It was the blood, speck sized dark clots and warm bright blood.

"It doesn't take a lot to take care of yourself, you know?" He gritted out. He felt mad, all he knew was that he hated the sight of her blood.

Y/n was confounded. She couldn't understand what was happening. Was he mad, was he annoyed- all the emotions were locked away.

"Dekh kr kaam kiya kro na," his hands trembled. He hated how his voice slowly quieted down to a mere whisper.

He side-eyed the bloodied makeshift bandage. "Do I want to know how this happened?"

The silence from her made him antsy. It didn't hurt too much, right? Her hand looked small in his. He felt nauseous seeing blood drop on his pants.

Her brain was still trying to make sense of his behavior. She didn't miss the slight shake of his hands. She didn't miss how he avoided her eyes.

"I am fine."

"No you're not! God, you're bleeding so much-" emotions rose like bile and he snapped, losing control over himself. He felt her blood trickling between his fingers and onto the floor.

He took a shaky breath and went to get the first aid box from their room.

Maybe the heat had got to her, she couldn't help but find it all so adorable. Who knew blood's best friend Ram could be bothered by it?

She admired the focus quietly, his hooded eyes as he looked down.

"This will hurt."

He tried to clean the blood. She flinched and tried to pull back her hand, it stung. To her dismay, he held on.

"Just a bit, jaan."

Her heart picked up a bit, like it did everytime he called her jaan. Half the time she could tell that he was joking around, the other half left her wanting more.

More of what, that was still unclear.

"Ram, no need to-"

"No need? Well, there would have been no need if you were just careful."

He didn't look up. His shoulders tensed, "God," the more he tried to tame the bleeding, the more fidgety he got. "Dhyaan kaha tha! Now look what you've done."

More hair fell on his face shielding the pained expression from her.

She kept looking at him, she let him have this moment. She let him fuss.

"It hurts na?" He looked into her eyes, not accepting when she nodded a no, he blew on her palm as he slowly applied the ointment.

Once he tied the bandage, he pressed a long kiss over it. It didn't matter to him that it was on the fabric, the tiny display of affection was more for his heart. His assurance.

"It'll be fine in a few days."

He felt flustered under her stare, why was she looking at him this way. He started to get up when Y/n held his wrist.

She too got up and got hold of his kurta. Raising her heels, she tugged him down a little. Whispering a small thank you, she kissed his cheek.

Ram stood frozen, his hands stiff on the sides. When she let go, he cleared his throat and went to change, "Babai asked to meet."

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The floor beneath her feet felt a little colder, her soul smiled a little wider. Birds flew back to their nests. Several stories materialized in the clouds, Y/n tried to see them all before they could be washed away by the wind.

She sat on the terrace sipping hot tea.

Squirrels squeaked, leaves of the huge trees rustled and all of them were lost under the chatter of the neighborhood. There was some issue with the electric line, so naturally all the families were settled on the roofs with their mattresses and mats.

She waited for Ram. Twilight slowly dimmed into a dark starry night when she saw him enter the lane.

Picking up the empty glass and cup, she went down.

She shivered at the change of temperature. It was hot downstairs. Thankfully she had been quick and finished all the chores before sun went down.

Singing a melody from her childhood, Y/n took out clean cotton kurta for Ram and kept it on the chair.

Reheating tea for him, she took out a few snacks for him.

Behind the steel containers Y/n searched for a matchbox but didn't find it. She then searched in the living room, their room, the puja and everywhere else.

It was slowly getting harder to make out anything in the dark. She ran back up and called for kids playing on the street.

"Tell him to bring matchbox with him."

Y/n stayed hunched over the tiny boundaries of their roof, waiting for the kid to tell him. After a few, Ram looked up form the conversation and towards her though it was too dark to see anything properly.

Satisfied she descended the short steep stairs with care.

In a few minutes, Ram knocked on the door.

"What took so long today?"

He handed her the bundle and began unbuttoning his shirt right away. "Akhtar and Jenny had another date and I roamed around the city with babai. You know he always likes to double check every possible hideout."

Taking his shirt from him, Y/n handed him a glass of water from the earthen pot. "Do I know that?"

She filled up all the lamps with oil and lit them while he took a quick shower. Placing one in the living room, she took a diya and an incense up to light in front of tulsi.

Ram came out with water dripping from his hair and tried looking for the towel. "Y/n! Where is the towel?" He cried out, standing in the middle of the veranda.

"It's there, on the wire!"

He looked in the corner and spotted one. By the time she came back, he was already comfortable rolling up the sleeves.

Breath caught in her throat, roaming stare appreciated those biceps. She flipped back her braid playfully and strutted past him, brushing her fingers over his arm like a butterfly.

Silently snickering, she took out a cup to pour tea into. Her heart skipped, she wanted to do it again.

Peeking out slightly, she giggled a little more. He sat with his back angled away and fanned himself.

Y/n felt like skipping but seeing that she had a cup of tea in her hand, she settled for a slight sway of her hips.

Purposefully she leaned forward to set the cup on the table, teasing him with light touch on his back. Before he could have a chance to question her, she stood back up and sat on the adjacent chair.

Her eyes drank in the golden illuminated view. God, he's perfect.

Tension in her back eased as his shoulder relaxed. He exhaled a long cold sigh before turning to her.

"So how was your day?"

Her lips stretched, revealing the pearly whites. Y/n put her hand up and shook it. "I got these today."

Ram was captivated by the pure joy on her face. He propped up his elbow and rested his head on it. The animated expressions as she showed off the blue gold bangles, he knew he would cherish this for rest of his life.

He eyes the bandage, "does it hurt?"

"No.. Did you have fun with Babai?"

He scrunched his face, ready to tell her that time with Babai was more tense than fun but then he caught the mock serious look and deadpanned, not gracing her with an answer.

"Acha acha, will you have dinner here or up in the open?"

Pretending to think, he took a moment to watch her eyes dance around the room, him. He found a new love for the glow of lamps, it made her eyes look ethereal.

"Here."

His eyes traveled with her, looking up when she stood, following when she took steps towards the kitchen, only looking down when he couldn't catch her further. Engrossed in his own world, Ram didn't catch the chimes of her payal or the bangles. His unsuspecting heart was not ready.

All he could do was freeze when Y/n ran upto him, flashing her bangles in front his eyes and placed a quick kiss on his temple, and ran back.

The distant giggles slowly pulled him out of his shock. A smile threatened to break free, he bit his lip.

She decided to mess with him again, the same way. She leaned over his shoulder one more time, giving a secretive smile. Ram caught it and blushed. His lips stretched involuntarily in a wide, shy smile.

It was bearable downstairs tonight, comparatively.

They ate in comfortable silence. She closed her eyes, feeling the wind relax their feet.

Turning her head to look at her husband, she tore another bite. He was still grinning. Her eyes sparkled in satisfaction and she bumped her knee against his.

Once again he was lost in his mind, the sudden touch from her sent him into a choking fit.

Y/n's eyes opened wide and quickly she took the glass and made him drink water, all the while rubbing his back. She bit the inside of her cheek. "Sorry sorry."

Slowly his coughing subsided and her rubs turned into soft caresses. She decided to have some pity on her poor husband and let him eat in silence.

Y/n collected all the dirty dishes and sat down to wash them. "Ram, will you watch the milk, take it off the flame once boiled?"

He locked the doors and set all the buckets aside. "Haan."

Once done with the work, she filled a jug with water and took two empty glasses. Ram took a big chadar and pillows with him.

Loud chatter once again invaded her senses. Their neighbors had huge families, kids were fighting over the soft covers. Men stood at the edge of their roofs and talked about living conditions and weather.

Women tittered, huddled together.

Winds carried voices from each home on the street. Even yelling from distant houses could be heard.

Each family was loud. Clear starry night, moonlight shone on the neighborhood. Y/n looked around and sighed happily.

It all felt so normal, like each of them didn't have a hundred problems, like there weren't rising tensions in their minds. They were being blessed with a small fleeting moment of peace.

She sat down, bringing her knees closer and resting her head on them. With closed eyes, she listened to the cacophony around her. Ram was engaged in a conversation with their neighbor's son.

Patiently she waited for sleep to hit people. The only ones asleep were the kids who had school and men who toiled away in their fields from early mornings.

Playing with her toe rings, she looked up to see Ram. She let out an audible gasp, she could see his muscles flexing due to shadows.

She tucked back her hair and looked at the moon again. It was better for her to stare at a shining piece of rock rather than her hunk of a husband.

Couple of half hours later, their heads finally hit the pillows.

Birds have quieted down, and so had the dogs of the lanes. Full blown laughters became quiet whispers.

Husband and wife laid on their sides, maintaining comfortable distance and glanced at the sky.

Back of Y/n's hand hit his chest, "look-" He followed her finger to see a bright star crossing the sky. He grinned, wondering if it was truly a star or something else.

His fingers closed on her wrist, keeping it in place. With his other hand he held hers,still pointing at the moving object and moved it closer to the horizon. "Look how bright that one is."

She searched over her head for more such stars. Like he did with her, she held his hand and pointed to one near the moon.

His fingers traced the rough fabric around her palm idly as they continued to point at every bright star they could find. Her arm began tiring and she couldn't find a brighter one.

Letting go of his hand, she smiled. "Ye acha h ki it's not humid tonight."

Ram turned on his side and hummed.

The silver glow on her skin made him think if the apasaras from swarga looked like her. His eyes raked through her side profile.

He marveled why he had never paid as much attention to her beauty.

Maybe because they always slept with no light in their room. Maybe he always got so lost in her eyes. Maybe all he thought these days was what her sweet lips would taste like. Maybe he wanted to press countless kisses on the little mark she had, just below her collarbone.

Or maybe he just never had the time.

Maybe that. Please that.

Please let it be the lack of free time.

His heart squeezed painfully, God could you sound more infatuated?

Why do I sound like an idiot?

All the while he cursed himself, his eyes didn't stray from her face. She's beautiful.

Several hundred thoughts collided and mingled as he imagined a happy evening with her, an evening when he'd gather enough courage to tell her how he had begun to feel.

Barbad aashiq.

A single thought sneaked up on him, silencing every fantasy, every imagination. It mocked him, laughed at him, pointed fingers at him, called him a loser.

Ram laughed along.

He laughed at how he immediately felt his heart plummet. He couldn't believe he was fantasizing about a day when she'd love him.

He didn't realized he had snorted audibly until she turned her head and raised her eyebrows questioning him.

He said nothing, instead laced his fingers with hers. Y/n held his hand tighter and looked back at the stars. The best part of his life was this.

This moment and every other they shared.

After being drowned in unfortunate situations from his childhood, he finally had some magic of fate in his palm-lines.

"When we got married.. I never thought I feel so, I never thought you would become the shining moon of my life."

Ram clamped his mouth shut, how did it slip out. The small admission. The words enough to confess his love. His heart raced. Why was his throat suddenly so dry?

His fingers started to slip from her hold on their own.

Breathing heavily, he tried to grasp the escaping voice. "Y/n- i-" He didn't understand why there was so much air in his words.

Y/n saw that he was about to sit, hastily she put a hand on his heart and effectively stopped all the movements.

If only she knew she had stilled all the thoughts, his breath and his heart. He didn't dare to move even an inch. He hadn't meant to- to say anything. He was just happily thinking and indulging in his fantastical universe.

"Ram, breathe."

Her fingers traced their way to his face before finally settling on his lips, caressing them. "I never thought I would feel more than respect for my husband to be honest. I'm happy I'm more than just another responsibility for you."

She retrieved her hand and let him decide if he wanted to continue the conversation. She would be fine either way.

Ram allowed silence to take over. He allowed their souls to tangle just a little tighter, he allowed his heart to beat freely alongside hers.

His smile reflected the radiance of the full moon. This felt like a new beginning. Last he felt this way was when he sat in the mandap and fill her hairline with sindoor, only this time the jitters were quiet.

It was late and they weren't asleep yet. To his surprise, Ram didn't feel like it either- on the contrary he wanted to keep gazing at her and find more stuff like that mark.

He could feel the sparks between their barely touching hands, he could almost see the fibres of his being entangling with hers. Shaking his head, he grinned. When had he become such a poet?

"How are we going to pay the farmers after harvesting wheat and maize?"

So the letter had finally made their home. "As always, sell it and give them forty percent."

He waited again, to see if she would say something, if she would disagree but nothing. Simply humming, she let the topic go. His eyes lit up

For the first time in long time, he thanked Babai. He felt grateful. Thank you.

He truly couldn't have found a better wife for him. Every now and then he'd look at other couples, other men crying and complaining, other women screaming and sobbing and he felt eternally grateful.

Y/n understood why he did what he did. She didn't force him to pocket the money from their crops. Maybe this was why feelings had sneaked up so easily, so quietly on him.

Slowly the hum of the universe faded, chirps of crickets and bugs died down and both slept in the swing of gentle winds.

As the moon traveled westward, temperature too climbed down and breeze picked pace.

The night got colder, disturbing Ram's sleep. Both his hands were tucked to keep him warm. In a haze he looked around before the auditory senses swam in.

On his side, Y/n was curled up in a ball.

He remembered the chadar he had bought up with him in case there were mosquitoes.

A hoarse groan left his lips as he sat up. He opened the long, thin sheet and covered Y/n.

He didn't realize he was thirsty till he chugged two glasses of water. Wiping his bearded face with a sleeve, he shifted a little close to her and pulled the cover over himself.

As if she sensed him, Y/n shuffled a bit. Ram draped an arm over her waist pulled her back snug against himself. He placed a tiny kiss on the nape of her neck before tucking her head under his chin and closed his eyes.

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