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The lyrics are from the song - 'Buy me a rose' by Luther Vandross.

So yes, I am back with some of the stories that have been locked up for a long time. Now the fate of this endeavour depends upon you - the readers. If you want me to post more of my stories here, please do leave your feedback because for all the "OPEN YOUR BLOG" screams, there wasnt enough response when I did do so.

This is the first part of my ThreeShot - 'A Rose's Worth'

Do leave your feedback and I will post the rest of the parts. :)

A Rose's Worth

Part 2

Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone

And she cant help but wonder what she's doing wrong

Slowly she kneaded the dough, letting her fists bury themselves deep in the soft, smooth mass of flour, her thoughts on the other hand travelling the recesses of the memories which she so cherished but which now seemed almost as if they weren't her own.

The first time he had actually gifted her something…that ridiculously expensive bag which she had ruined within hours!

2 lakhs!

And still he hadn't said a word. Yes, he had rolled his eyes in exasperation but not an impertinent word had left his mouth even though she would have more or less deserved it that time!

Or when he had taken every opportunity to hold her, kiss her, tease her into submission to their relationship of husband and wife. He had held her trembling form against him, his need not unknown to her but still he had stopped when she had told him to, had respected her enough, in a very odd or rather ASR way, when she told him her need to be properly married before they consummated their relationship…

Oh she could almost laugh at how her irate Laad Governor had decided to make a havan-kund by himself and fulfill her wish only to end the evening shouting out the words spoken by most people in their most tender voices.

"That I love you, damn it!"

Well, most people were normal.

Her Laad Governor…not so much.

Or when he had fought himself and accepted defeat by the man she had made of him and married her inspite of all odds being stacked against them, her hand always held firmly in his never to let go, never to part with…

Yet…

Yet now it seemed like the hold had loosened. That the touch had weathered. That life had caught on.

And she just couldn't understand how…or why.

Was she not novel enough anymore?

Was she not beautiful enough anymore?

Was she just not enough anymore?

Lately she'd try anything to turn his head
Would it make a difference if she said…

"Arnav, yeh sari kaisi hai?" ("Arnav, how is this sari?") she twirled in front of her husband, hoping fervently that he would look up from the file he was poring over lounged on their bed, in a sequined sari of his favourite colour and having a lot more cleavage than she would have preferred but well that was a small price to pay for her super busy's husband's attention…

It was indeed too small a price because he didn't look up but he commented still, "Very nice" and that made it worse.

"Arnav, humne aapke liye specially aaj aloo-puri aur bina cheeni ki kheer bana-"
("Arnav, I have prepared aloo-puri and sugarless kheer specially for you today-")

"Sorry, Khushi, but maine clients ke saath khaana kha liya…we were staying back quite late na…"
("Sorry, Khushi, but I had my dinner with the clients...we were staying back quite late na...")

"Arnav, dekhiye na! Humne aaj Nanheji se laptop seekha!"
("Arnav, see! I learnt how to use a laptop today from Nanheji!")

"Very nice, Khushi…ab zara meri dawaai dedo. I am very sleepy. And kal subah ek important meeting bhi hai…"
("Very nice, Khushi...now please give me my medicine. I am very sleepy. As it is I have an important meeting tomorrow morning...")

"Khushi, yeh tumhaare liye. Sorry main Buaji ke ghar se tumhe lene nahin aa paya."
("Khushi, this is for you. Sorry I couldnt come to pick you up from Buaji's house.")

She broke out of her reverie as she heard her husband's husky baritone and an excitement surged through her to be called out by him which turned to a deep sense of disappointment with herself when she found that he was holding a sari box in one hand but with the other messaging on his phone.

And all of a sudden it was too much.

All of a sudden she just didn't want to understand anymore.

All of a sudden, she let the tears which had been filling her eyes for so long but had not yet been given an audience were allowed to fall from her eyes.

And this time she didn't brush it away.

She let him see them.

She let him witness them before she bolted out of the room, not hiding her sobs, her hurt anymore.

Buy me a rose
Call me from work
Open a door for me
What would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life.

*Aloo-puri - A type of food consisting of a curry/mash of potatoes served with fried rotis of sort
Kheer - Rice pudding (Of a kind...I guess!)
Sari - You should seriously know this one! :P Google it! Its a garment worn by women
Buaji - Father's sister, aunt

Last part left. Will post soon. :)