"They are comfortable." She snorted adding more in her defense. Is it childish? The warmth and nervousness behind her chilly facade made him want to tease her more.
He pulled out another box which had a T-s.h.i.+rt and pants.
"Did you buy them too?" his voice softened. This time no cartoon print, but simple plain sky blue T s.h.i.+rt.
Until this day, the man always dressed in formal suits. Would he wear them? Did he like them? She searched for any signs on his face.
She regretted faced with indifferent expressionless Vivan.
Why would that boy bring these clothes? She had casually dumped them in her cupboard.
"Yes, that day I went shopping."
"With Reeya?"
"Hmm, I bought them. No, Reeya... she bought them," she blurted out, fl.u.s.tered. She talked and didn"t realize he was staring at her with a sly smile.
Yet the mention of Reeya shook her for a moment. It was a pity, she won"t get to spend days like those in the future. She got selfish and chose her husband"s life over her friends. But then they had their fate entangled due to presence of Ashay. He liked Reeya so did Ira.
Vivan, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. As it turns out, she didn"t forget him that day. He glanced at Ira fidgeting with her clothes, waiting for his response.
"Okay, I have to wear it for my wife to see." Vivan pinched her nose.
A beam appeared on her face. Her fair cheeks looked beautiful under the mild suns.h.i.+ne falling from the window.
He almost couldn"t hold back the desire to pinching those.
So she bought clothes for him when they were out. In a way, this could be the first gift she gave him.
How could he not wear them?
In fact, he liked these comfortable pants and T-s.h.i.+rts but he had an image to keep before his wife. To present himself as s.e.xy, elegant and refined man he never wore casual clothes even when home. He was anxious to make a good impression. Always in s.h.i.+rts, suits, and pants. Even the pyjamas were cla.s.sy and sleek.
When you meet the Queen, You have to bow the right way, at the right distance, and at the right moment. How can you not dress right in front of her?
Ira was a queen for him.
Maybe now he could act himself, let go of his anxiety.
With her confession last night and the gift he felt as he was walking on air, in perfect bliss.
At this moment he wanted to hold her close.
"Help me wear it," he said, waving the spongebag underpants in front of her.
"Uh" Her smile became a stiff.
"Should I call the nurse?"
"No need." She snorted and dismissed her fears. So what if someone sees us? We are an officially married couple. And I am just helping him wear clothes.
Despite this, she was alert. Her mind focussed on any sound at the door. She couldn"t close it. Closing the door was more embarrasing.