𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓. (COMPLETED)
15. 𝕮𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌.
Coping.
Siya ~
The next time I opened my eyes, I found my head resting on His Royalass Highness's shoulder and his hand lazily resting on my lap. For a minute, I failed to realise my surroundings but when I finally did, I immediately threw myself off the couch, straightening myself a bit as I saw his eyes open too.
" Good morning, Little Flower." He said as he stood up too.
" You can go back now. It's morning." I said in the rudest manner that I could hoping that he hadn't caught me almost embarrassingly snuggling to him while in sleep as I turned around to go back inside my bedroom.
" You start your college today. Go and get ready. I will wake the kids up and get some breakfast." He spoke up, reminding me of what I had totally forgotten! I had to go to the college but the thought of mumma trying to kill me if she finds out that her dear son-in-law had to cook breakfast at her house somehow unsettled me to no end.
" Not a chance Ranaji. I will get the breakfast ready while you go and deal with the kids." I said, bending down a to the table to pick my claw clip but he beat me to it.
" Don't do that." He said, bringing his fingers to the lock of hair lying on my right cheek and as the back of his fingers touched me, a shiver went down my spine just like it does every time that he touches me.
He pushed my hair at the back of my ear and then withdrew his hand away from me and for a split second, I almost didn't want him to, like a fool before I took a long breath and reminded myself that he is the enemy.
" You clearly have no idea how annoying hair can get." I went on the lines of sarcasm before taking my hair in my hands and rolling them into a bun but even then, the front tresses were back on my face and I flicked them away.
" The guest room is just the second one down the hall in the right." I guided him before finally leaving him alone in the hall to go and freshen up before starting to work on the breakfast but I felt his eyes at the back of my head and I felt the hair behind my neck rise to due to his gaze.
" Get a grip on yourself Siya, for god's sake!" I chided myself before I was completely out of sight inside my room.
It took me about twenty minutes to freshen up and get ready for college. Since it was my first day, I was a bit nervous but I already had two friends of mine studying B.COM from Jodhpur University and our timings were the same so yeah, I was kinda okay too.
Siya's Look ~
I then went to the kitchen to make some breakfast which was basically toasted bread with butter, jam and peanut butter with a slice of cheese and some Vanilla Milkshake. The kids were up and were in the living room with Ranaji, watching some cartoon perhaps.
I was just about to set up the dining table when I accidentally dropped the bottle of jam and the glass pieces were scattered all around in the kitchen.
" Oh God mumma and bhabhi will kill me!" I groaned and bent down to pick the glass up but the moment I touched it, the glass pricked my index finger and a small scream escaped my lips.
" Ouch ouch ouch." I held the cut together tightly so that it stops hurting.
" Siya, what did you do dammit!" I heard Ranaji's voice and looked up as he was standing in front of me and took my injured hand in his and then looked around, the muscle of his jaw twitching. Why on Earth was he angry now? I was the one hurt, not him!
" Why don't you have any slippers on?" He asked again before all of a sudden, he lifted me up in his arms, swooping me off my feet and a gasp escaped me.
" What are you doing? Put me down!" I demanded that very moment and held the collar of his shirt tightly so as to not fall down but I was so close to him that I could practically hear his heart beating.
" You are bare foot. If I put you back on your feet, you will prick yourself." He replied and walked out of the kitchen as I held him tighter if that was even possible. Being so close to him was affecting me way more than it should. I hate him!
I desperately wanted to ask him to put me down again but it was like my mouth had shut itself in front of him as he continued to walk towards my bedroom and then placed me on my feet by the sink in the washroom, opening the tap and putting my finger under water for a while.
" Ouch...I'll do it on my own." I tried to resist his efforts but he didn't even react to my words.
" Where is the first aid box?" He asked me as he was done cleaning the wound with water.
" I don't need anything. It's fine." I lied. I couldn't let him put on antiseptic lotion on it. It kills me every time!
" Little Flower, either you tell me and make it easy for both of us or I search for it." He gave me an ultimatum as I went to sit down on my bed and he glared at from, standing five steps away.
" Why can't you leave me alone?" I asked him, crossing my arms and staring back at him.
" I have been seeking an answer to that question for a while now, little one." He replied while he scanned for the drawers and finally found the first aid kit.
" You married me to clear a fucking confusion?" I couldn't hide the shock behind my words as I got on my feet in total perplexity.
" Sit down Siya. Let me take care of that." He sighed, making his way near me but I held my spot.
" No. I don't need your help. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself Ranaji. You may leave now." I demanded him, firmly this time but all he did was keep the first aid box in his hand on the bed and held me gently by his shoulders while I tried to struggle to break free from his hold.
I don't know why, but for some reason, I was suddenly extremely mad at him, more than usual. This was the second time that he had took my name and it felt like he was scolding me and treating me like a kid!
" Sit down." He made me sit on the bed again and bent down on one knee in front of me, taking the first aid box back in his hands. When I tried to get away once again, he kept a hand on my knees firmly, preventing me from moving and brought the antiseptic cotton to my finger and I took my hand away.
" I don't want this." I told him, looking away.
" The would will turn septic if you don't let me treat it." He said, trying to take my hand in his but I kept on dodging.
" No. It will be fine. Just give me the bandaid." I asked him again but then he got back on his feet and took hold of my hurt hand.
" There is nothing to be scared of, Little Flower. It will not hurt." He said and I narrowed my eyes at him. He thought that I was scared. I mean, yes, I was but he doesn't need to know that!
" Wh...who is scared? I am not scared. I just don't need it." I told him, standing up and turning around to get rid of him but he held me by my upper arm again.
" Prove it to me. Prove it to me that you are not scared." He challenged me and I internally rolled my eyes at him. Cheap tricks.
" Why should I prove anything to you? I don't need to do that. I don't care." I told him clearly but then I heard the kids.
" Haww....bua you said that you aren't afraid of anything but you lied!" Kritik complained as they both walked inside.
" I am not afraid Champ. I just don't need it." I told him with a smile.
" But you got a cut Bade Maa! Mumma says that cuts should be cleaned with Dettol so that you don't get any infection." She said, coming to me and taking my hand in her little ones as she seemed to inspect my injury.
" Your Badi Maa is scared Princess." Ranaji said with a smirk playing on his lips and I huffed in irritation.
" No Fufaji. My bua is not afraid of anything. Last time when three men were irritating us while we were returning from the movie theatre, she beat them so much. One was even bleeding from his nose. Yuck." Kritik scrunched his nose at the end and I facepalmed myself.
" He wasn't supposed to tell this to anyone." I muttered under my breath. I then averted my eyes to Ranaji who was glaring at me with a mix of irritation and amusement and pride, totally confusing me.
" No Kritik. Your bua doesn't seem brave. See, she is so scared of this antiseptic." He told my nephew who looked totally offended and cute.
" Come on bua. We will show fufaji that you are not a scared of anything." He took my other hand in his and dragged me to the chair lying around and made me sit.
" Do it fufaji and see how bua doesn't even cry one bit." Kritik then dragged Ranaji to me and the smug look on his face told me that things did work out in his favour in the end.
" Let us see then, champ." He ruffled Kritik's hair and then bent down again on a knee, taking my hand in his and I shut my eyes closed and as soon as that bloody cotton touched the wound, my hand flew up to his shoulder, grasping him with all the force tightly as he put on the medicine and bandaid.
" There you go, little one." He said and I slowly opened my eyes to look at him. He was still in the same position with a small smile on his face, maybe it wasn't even a smile, an upward curve perhaps.
" See! My bua didn't cry!" Kritik cheered for me and jumped around, clapping and my eyes travelled from my hand which was still holding his shoulder to his face and my eyes widened as I withdrew it from him quickly.
" Come on, both of you. Breakfast is ready." I stood up and walked out and the three of them followed me. Jahanavi helped me set up the table while Ranaji and Kritik were playing some video game of his. Ughh....boys!
As all of us had breakfast, Mumma called me up to remind me that my college was starting from today and after a while, papa called telling me the same thing.
" Mumma has already reminded me Papa." I deadpanned as I took the last bite of the toast.
" The driver is already waiting for you outside." Papa told me.
" Driver? Why? I have my Scooty and I will take that. I don't need the driver Papa and this is not negotiable." I said after gulping down the milkshake.
" Siya...." He started but I cut him off again.
" No Papa. I was living alone is Jaipur and having the time of my life and living independently without this interference and that is how I will live here too. This is not fair." I declared.
" You are the Queen Siya." Was his brilliant response.
" And no one knows about it Papa. Either you let me take my scooty or you take my admission back." I gave him an ultimatum.
" Let me talk to him." Ranaji said right then, reminding me of the fact that I had company.
" No. When I said that I'll take my scooty, it means that I will. Enough with this interference from both of you. I am done." I banged the phone on the table and stormed outside with my keys and bag and before Ranaji could catch me, I had started to drive, leaving him alone with the kids and my phone behind.
I know this was immature of me but honestly, I was done with this fact that people around me were trying to control my life and these were a few triggers for me. Caring is different and controlling, different. While I was okay with the first one, I had decided not to let anyone do the second to me anymore, even if he was the King.
From the rear view mirror, I saw two black cars following me trying to not be obvious as I rolled my eyes. Of course he sent security after me as if someone is just waiting for me to come out and they'd shoot me.
" Why does everything have to be so complicated?" I groaned, parking the scooty and walking up to the Accounts department to collect my ID card before finding my classroom.
The professor introduced me to everyone and I was absolutely hating the attention. A few people here and there made some conversations but I found no one with whom I could actually feel the connection so during lunch, I made my way to the canteen to find Harsh and Anaya, my friends from school who were studying commerce here.
" Hey guys!" I spotted them as we hugged.
" It's been so long man!" Anaya said and Harsh nodded as we started talking.
They asked me about why I took a transfer and I told them that the English Department of Jodhpur University is way better and when I found an opening, I applied. Also, I was getting homesick.
" Siya what is with all this Mehendi?" Harsh asked, looking at my hands.
" It was Tanaya bhabhi's baby shower and you know Hansika bhabhi, she just needs an excuse to practice her artistic skills on me." I lied smoothly. I had practiced it so many times that it felt like the truth to my ears.
They nodded in understanding and the topic of conversation shifted from me to them for which I was thankful.
Later, I went back to attend my lectures and they went to their classroom and for the rest of the day, I kept myself busy in Austen's words and worlds which were so much better than the real anything.
Since this was the beginning of a new semester, I wasn't really behind or anything so that was a relief but soon, it was time to go back home.
" Oh God." I groaned when I parked my scooty back home and saw many Royal cars parked around. Ranaji was still here and possibly, mom and dad too.
" Bua! The baby is home and he is so tiny!" Kritik said as he spotted me walking inside and dragged me to the living room where everyone was.
" How was your first day Siya?" Papa asked and all the anger from morning returned back to me. I didn't say anything or make any conversation with anyone. Just gave Kritik a small smile before making my way back to the room and closing the door behind me.
" I hate everyone." I screamed in the pillow as I had thrown myself on the bed with shoes, bed sheet be dammed.
" Siya open the door!" I heard mumma call for me and when I did not respond, she still continued.
" Go away. I have a headache." I lied, realising that it may make her leave me alone.
" I am getting coffee for you and then you have a medicine. Open the door." She demanded before I heard her footsteps retreat.
" I don't want anything." I shouted back but was pretty sure that she hadn't heard me.
The knocks on the door were back again and frustrated, I decided to open the door before I got an actual headache.
" Why is this so difficult for anyone to leave me alone?" I asked opening the door expecting mumma to standing there but instead, I found Cockroach with the baby in his arms and just like that, all my anger melted, totally and absolutely!
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