Be obedient!
Be obedient!
"Eat. It will get cold." He tried to distract her.
Ira rolled her eyes, then bowed her head and started eating. Who would ignore good food?
Ira, who usually ate with the elegance and grace of a lady, was hooked up on the food. What to care about her image in her own home, that too, in front of her brother. Both of her hands were engaged, one holding a pizza, other a chicken leg as she tasted them both at the same time.
After a while, Ira found her brother stood all the time besides her watching her, "Why don't you eat it, you can eat it too." She invited him pointing t the leftovers.
"No, you eat." he smiled, biting his lips.
Ira saw his frown behind the smile. Although she had eaten almost everything, some french fries and nuggets were still there.
'You ate everything. Does pregnancy make women pigs? She ate it all.' Even if he brought it for her, he loved those too.
Watching her savoring everything and not getting to even taste was torture for him. Now she remembered he was still there after devouring it all.
'Hmph. What do I care?' Ira ate the last pieces of nuggets not bothering to ask him again.
After dinner, Ashay got a large tub of ice cream. Ira sat on the sofa, gulping it down.
"Sis, your house is big and beautiful."
"You are so beautiful as well."
"Viv is a lucky man."
"Sis, Are you tired these days?"
"Do you want a massage."
"Ash, What do you want?" Ira raised her eyebrows and finally interrupted him. From a long time, he was buttering her. He was definitely up to something.
"Ahh... Sis, you know me better than anyone. You're so smart." He said with a sheepish grin.
"Speak. No need to be cheeky now. Don't beat around the bush. Tell me." She waved her hand at him.
"Umm... I like a girl." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Oh," Ira smiled. She was pleasantly surprised. If she looked closely, her eyes got moist. She remembered the man of her past life. He was crying while burying his head in his hands, depressed after coming to know about Clara's deception. The night before the plot of his death.
Ashay had a bright smile and a radiant face. Like a morning sun, it brought warmth to her heart.
This time he moved on. Good things will come with time.
Totally oblivious that her changing expressions were confusing him, she stared at him.
"Sis.." His voice came across as desperate pleading, snapped her out of a daze.
"Who?" Her eyes sparkled, she recovered her spirit and grabbed his hands. Eager to know the identity of the girl who seized her brother's heart.
"Red," he muttered. Since the time he saw her, he desired to meet her again more than anything in the world. His face was brimming with joy.
"Red?"
"I mean Reeya... Reeya" he bowed his head, embarrassed. His ear lobes had turned red.
"Reeya?!" Upon hearing the name, her face changed. Her soft smile turned restless.
"Yes, Reeya, your friend."
"Sis, please help me woo her!"
"How do you know her?"
Ashay narrated the entire account. Their meeting, bar, hotel, and how she saved him from fire.
Like a knight in shining armor. His eyes were glittering as he described everything.
"Okay. I will help. You go now." Ira smiled.
Even though on the exterior, she displayed a smile, she was scared.
Ira was happy for her brother.
Red was a good person.
In fact, Reeya was a far better human.
The memories played in her head again, disturbing her. TV stations reporting news of her death followed by a funeral.
'A firefighter died at the line of duty.'
'She was buried alive in a collapsing building.'
'A Hero dies saving a man.'
'A man lived only because of timely rescue by the firefighter.
'Can I save her?'
Ira sat there holding her forehead and thinking of a way. She advised Ashay to let her handle it and not to contact Reeya till she introduces them.
She made a fist and got up in determination. Now that she got this chance to come back, she would make everything right.
Her eyes fell on the messy table. Hell, she had clean it up. After dumping all the waste in a bin, she found a rag and wiped the table. Then went on to clean the sofa, side table clean and spotless. After wiping, she carefully checked for any evidence left behind.
A savoury smell still persisted. She opened a small window and sprayed lavender fragrance which diffused and masked the smell.
When everything was done, she went back to her room and laid on the bed. Just then her hand touched her face. She saw herself in a mirror, oil stains on her lips were evident. She had forgotten to wash her face.
Finally, after washing herself clean, she laid the sheets preparing for bed. The door clicked and Vivan entered.
"Ira, drink this!" Her gaze fell on the cup of milk in his hands.
"I don't want to drink!" She frowned. As soon as he came back, he was anxious to give her hot milk.
"The weather got colder, drink to keep warm!"
"I am not cold or hungry." she pouted.
"Yeah, After eating junk food, how will you be hungry?" He grinned knowingly.
"Ah...How do you..?" Ira gaped.
"You forgot I am the one who throws trash every night."
He placed the cup in her hands with a smile.
"Devil," she murmured, but a small smile graced her lips.
"What?" Vivan asked playfully.
"Do I have to drink?" She fluttered her eyes in front of Vivan.
"Be obedient!" She doesn't like to milk but it had calcium, protein and vitamin D to ensure a healthy pregnancy and growth of a baby. A cup of milk before bed was a habit he wished to cultivate in his dear wife.
Ira raised her hand and bowed her head. The smell itself was repelling. She had a sullen look while drinking milk.
Vivan saw that she made a painful face when drinking milk while enjoying all the junk. He wondered if she was drinking milk or a glass of poison. "Is it so difficult to drink?" His tone had a tinge of warning. This time he didn't scold her for junk food she must not expect a lot.
"No," She frowned, forcing herself to drink a few mouthfuls. The smell was disgusting enough for her, but she could bear it. 'For the baby'