its sunday and mona decides to doze off. after the marriage fiasco and karan moving in with him there has been hardly a day when she can take a breath of relief. either karan bickers with her or just order her to cook for her. many times actually 85% of time time she bickers and doesnt cook. its not like he never does a thing. he does cleaning and arranges the house but when it comes to cooking he would always call for mona. no matter what she is doing if she is free and in front of him he would call for her. so when he is not at home and that too on sunday mona at once locks front door and pulls her blanket to sleep peacefully. 

after two hours karan pops up. his one hand as usual in sling and his lips turn into a smirk when he sees mona sleeping. he silently tip toes to her bedroom which is half azar and then switch on the lights. after a minute or two mona gets irritated and tosses to other side. seeing her making irritated face in sleep he silently clicks her snaps. Then he switches off the light and goes out. today messing with a sleeping person doesnt seem too good of an idea. 

karan has nothing to do for now. since his hand was broken by his own wife he was almost doing very less or no work. he however didnt apply for month long leave because of two reasons. first he would never get it. second- he can not stay at home. so basically he took leave for two days and then resumed his work. however mona has no idea. because she never asks him where he was or why. not that he minds but a month into this arrangement he sure gets irked when he comes home late and she is sleeping. he would call her for cooking which she would do with a lot of bickering but instead of asking where he was she just scolds him for waking her up. this irritates him. karan remembers growing up with aaditya and then moving to academy for his army training and later becoming an army officer. whatever roomamte he got every one of them was somehow interested in his whereabouts. but his wife..his own wife doesnt give a damn about him. instead she breaks his hand. he smiles remembering the horror on her face when he was lying on the ground and she came running with bat in her hand. man! he is first husband in history who was beaten by her wife by mistake! lol. it sure was funny. life after marriage has become adventurous. thinking all this he too dozes off on the couch.

soon its evening and karan gets up. feeling hungry he decides to cook himself for today. mona till now is sleeping. when he is done he goes to wake her up.

'mona. utho. its 7 in the evening.'

'i am not a guard. mujhe rat me duty par nahi jana hota. let me sleep.' she murmurs in her sleep.

'i have cooked. utho aur dinner karo.'

'mujhe bemaut marne ka koi shauk nahi he. niklo yaha se. Warna jo hath me aayega mar dungi. sone do.'

when he sees its not working he goes out and brings jug full of water. soon mona wakes up half drenched. 

'aaj tum gaye. main khoon karungi tumhara! aaj to main apne daman par tumhare khoon ka dag laga kar hi rahungui.' she runs after karan who somehow dodges her all attempts. soon she gets tired..

'ullu ka pattha! ye bc armywale kya khilate he isko! kitna stamina he isme! is aadmi ko to marathon me participate karna chahiye. gold nahi to bronze le hi aayega. ohh bhai. mere to phenphadhe(lungs) hi bahar aa jayenge aaj...mummy....oohh...ohhh.' she humphs meanwhile karan laughs sitting on kitchen' counter.

'daant deho iske! kitna khush he ye. ya khuda...kya galti thi meri jo ye khabbees thamaya he. normal log kya mar gaye the.'

''main sab sun rha hu.''

''bahre to ho nahi...sunoge hi.'' saying this she goes to bathroom for getting fresh. when she returns karan is sitting on dinning table with all food neatly put. his face however shows sadness. mona ignores him. as much she knows karan now he is more of a teenage boy less of a man. and she has no intention of dealing with a boy as of now. she sits on table and fixes herself a plate.

'monaa..' she ignores.

'monaaa.'

'monaaa....sunai nahi deta.' Katan calls her third time that too a bit loudly.

'aaj sunday he aur sunday ke din main apne pati se baat nahi karti. mujhe babji ne mana kiya he.'

''bakwas mat karo. my hand is paining. feed me. i cant eat myself.''

''kaho to adopt bhi kar lu tumhe? khana banau tumhare liye phir khilau bhi!''

''aaj khana maine banaya he.''

''to koi ehsaan nahi kiya. main pichle ek mahine se tumhe bana bana kar khila rahi hu.''

''ha to i too do dishes and laundry. in fact ghar ki safai bhi maine hi ki he. tum sirf khana banati ho aur uske 100 tane marti ho.''

''ab daily tumhare bat nahi maar sakti na to taane hi marungi. khud se khana ho to khao warna bhookhe raho.'' saying this she digs in. however karan doesn't make any effort to eat. she leaves her plate in half and stands up to feed him. 

'maine jarur solah ki jagah pandrah somvar ka vrat rakha hoga isliye manav ki jagah aadimanav pati mila he.' mona curses her fate while feeding him

'tum bina tane ke koi kaam nahi kar sakti?'

'na. meri ma ne bola he koi bhi kam akele mat karo. isliye main tane ke sath karti hu.'

karan shuts himself up. she offers her last morsel of bread.

'chawal bhi khane he mujhe.'' hearing this mona just clenches her fist. but soon she calms down and starts mixing rice with curry. she offers first spoon to him.

'pyaar se khilao na.'

'bhagwan ji ne limited pyaar diya tha. chauthe boyfriend tak aate aate sara khatm ho gya. sorry'

'4 boyfriends?'

'ha. shaql aur akal dono di he upar wale ne. ladke to fislenge hi.'

'what do you mean? i too have good physique and looks but i had only two relations.'

'wo bahne andhi hongi. wara jaisi shakl he tumhari, tum single hi marte.'

'accha! meri hi line mujh par. churate huye sharam nahi ayi!'

'tumse shadi karne ke baad ab sharm bachi hi nahi he. kya karu..' hearing this karan gets irritated.

'mujhe nahi khana khana.'

''ha to utho na.''

''ha ja raha hu. pahle ye chawal kha lu.'' he eats remaining rice HIMSELF to which mona curses him. he leaves and shuts himself in guest bedroom. mona takes a sigh of relief. she silently eats her food and later does the dishes. dealing with karan is a headache and she just wants to stay away from him. This guy is not even a man. He is just a kid and she hates kids for now.

***************

Its sunday and Ayushi lazily brings herself to balcony. Since her and aaditya' explanation and clarification talk she has gotten little relaxed. Atleast she knows there was a normal reason for him to do abnormal thing. However still in her mind she has questions why he tursts her. Why he chose her. May be he had something else in his mind. But all these questions never end. She realized this late. Ignoring those questions for sometimes is good not only for her peace but for her life as well. She takes a deep breath. No matter how hard she tries there will be ups and downs in her life. So best is to relax a little and face the reality. She is legally married to aaditya and this wont change for some time. Even if she is not interested in him romantically but she can live with him as a roommate. At least for sometime she wont have to worry for food and chores. Aaditya can help him.

"Want coffee?" Her legal husband pops from behind and she is taken aback.

"You just scared the hell out of me! Dont pull such stunts. Please."

"Sorry. I saw you here so thought of asking about coffee. Would you like some coffee?"

She nods and aaditya goes in to bring some caffeine for her.

She looks at him. Suddenly she wonders midst all this drama this guy has also faced a lot. Yes. He committed a mistake but he had no other option. She feels bad for him.

Soon aaditya brings two cup pf coffee and cookies. She looks at the plate and smiles.

"Dont tell me you bake as well?"

"No. I dont. I bought these. Arent they cute?"

"Yes. Thank for the coffee."

Both drinks coffee in silent. Coffee is sweet and for a second she wonders if she should tell him that she doesnt like this much sweet coffee. Instead she decides to ignore this sweetness for once.

"Do you....you like music?" She is amazed at herself for starting a conversation. Aaditya is also taken aback. He however replies with a genuine smile.

"Sach kahu to I never really thought about it. May be I like it or may be I dont. But yes...I end up listening songs on repeat."

"I love music. You know sometime ago when I was doing my internship I foumd this particular ghazal and kept on listening it forever. Even now If I listen it I'd not mimd listening it again and again."

"Its nice, isnt it! Having something that you can like for a long time. Something that gives you feel of forever. That ghazal must be awesome."

"Nahi. Not that awesome. Most people dont even know the name of lyricist but somehow I love it. What about you? Ever find such song as you want to listen it forever?"

He turns and looks at her. For a second she is surprised.

"No idea. I told you I never really gave a thought to music. But now that you mentioned there was this song my mom used to play when we were kids. The one where heroine talks about chand. Something like chand nikla...I dont exactly remeber the lyrics. But ai do remeber the tune."

"Ahh! I know this song. This is from zakhm movie. Awesome track. Do you want me to play it for you?"

He is hesitant.

"Phir kabhi. Abhi mood nahi he." He tells with a tone of seriousness. Ayushi nods. She picks up both cups and takes them inside. When she returns she finds aaditya still there lost in thoughts. She wonders if she should go and talk with him or just let it go and mind her own business. But she ends up
Standing next to him gazing into same oblivion. The evening a lazy one remains lazy and nobody minds.