Him And Her: The Talk About Us (Part 2)
“What are you trying to do?” she asked.
“I am just making it easy for you,” he replied.
“By making it worse?” She looked at the clothes scattered around.
“What? I am only tidying up your stuff. You have made my room look like some roadside market.” He said.
“Excuse me? This is our bedroom. If you have so much problem, then get out of this room.”
“Well, my love, I might as well stay here and watch you frown over this mess,” he teased.
“My wardrobe looked like it would fall on me any second. So please, let me do my work,” she said, picking up a saree and trying to fold it.
“Wow. This saree and you? A deadly combination. When are you planning to wear it?” he asked, holding the other corner of the fabric as they folded it neatly together.
“Maybe on my next date. But my husband is too busy,” she teased, placing the saree neatly in the wardrobe.
“Oh, is it? That’s right. My wife also has no time for me,” he played along.
“Why would you say that?” she asked, offended.
“Did I say anything wrong?” he asked playfully.
“Ugh. Forget it. Don't disturb me. I have this task to finish,” she said, looking at the pile of clothes lying around.
“Like I said, my wife has no time for me,” he chuckled.
“Yes, you are right. You are no one special for your wife to make time for you,” she said, annoyed.
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“Ouch. That hurt. Maybe I should find someone else,” he said, putting his hand over his heart.
“Don't annoy me, okay? I am already irritated,” she said, picking up a top and folding it in annoyance.
“How about I take you out today?” he asked, holding her hand.
“I don't want to go. I have to wrap all this up...” she said, looking sadly at her clothes.
“That's it? I will help you. I promise we will wrap this up in an hour,” he said.
“Are you sure? It looks like so much work.”
“Don't worry. I'll get into work mode, and everything will be done quickly,” he assured her.
“Okay. Thank you,” she said with a smile, holding his hand.
“But promise me one thing...”
“Yes. What is it?” she asked, confused.
“You will wear that saree today.” He pointed at the saree that had caught his attention earlier.
“What? Are you serious? No way!” She blushed and looked away.
“Oh, come on. Don't be a spoilsport. I want our date to be beautiful. Please?” he pleaded, making a cute face.
“Okay. Only if we wrap up my wardrobe mission in an hour, then maybe I will...” she teased.
“Works for me, ma'am,” he said, picking up the same saree from the wardrobe and wrapping it around her.
“What are you trying to do?” she asked, laughing.
“I am just making it easy for you,” he said with a wink and a smile.
