30 Days Drabble -27 (Once again written by talented Originals143)
: Blue Sweater :
"Tarika!," echoes the senior inspector's voice in the house as he calls for his wife while rummaging through his wardrobe.
It's mid-January, and though it isn't very cold, a mild chill is felt in the air like every year in the coastal city of Mumbai. Needless to say, for the couple residing at a house near the sea-side, the cold winds make it slightly more difficult to endure the plummeting temperature.
"Where the hell is my blue sweater?!," grits the man in an annoyed tone, searching for the said sweater in his cupboard and making a mess of his neatly arranged clothes. "Tarika! TARIKA!," he shouts for the woman incessantly, his brows furrowed.
"Ta-," he opens his mouth to yell again, only to stop midway when the aforementioned lady presents herself in their bedroom, carrying a mug of steaming hot chocolate. And wearing the much-sought-after blue sweater.
The sharp shooter's frown deepens as he stares at his wife, who stands before him taking a sip of her hot chocolate and waiting for him to explain his relentless series of calling her name.
"I've been looking for this sweater everywhere, Tarika!," says Abhijeet, pointing to the said sweater that she's wearing, and she looks down at it before saying, "Ohh this? This is so warm and comfortable, I love the feel of it." She smiles at her husband who gives her an exasperated look. "This is the fifth piece of cloth that you've stolen from me! And you already have seven sweatshirts and four hoodies, what happened to those?!," he grumbles in an annoyed tone.
"But this one is soooo fuzzy and nice! I love having it wrapped around my body," she says, grinning from ear to ear as she shrugs nonchalantly.
The senior inspector rolls his eyes at her. "I'll buy you the exact same sweater if it's so comfortable," he says.
The forensic doctor shakes her head violently, clutching the sweater as if it's the most precious possession she has and he's going to snatch it from her. "Noooo! That won't help!," she pouts while placing the mug on the study table.
"H-how? It's the exact same material! I'll buy it in the same colour if you like it so much," says Abhijeet, failing to understand the whole purpose of this discussion.
His wife creases her forehead and answers with the adamance of a five-year-old kid. "Then it won't be your sweater! It won't have your scent in it! It has to be yours, Abhijeet, to be so warm and nice," says Tarika while hugging herself to actually feel the softness of the sweater.
The sharp shooter inhales deeply, shaking his head at her as he says, "People marry for love and companionship. You have married me for my clothes!"
The forensic doctor smirks in approval. "Yes! And for your ginger tea!," he declares with an air of pride, taking her mug and walking off to the living room. The senior inspector chuckles in spite of himself and continues searching in his wardrobe for another sweater to wear.
KK: I love this one... plz send your regards to writer through your reviews.
