“Arnav if I ask something from you will you get it for me?" Khushi asked plonking down on the bed. Her husband had just come home and had his back towards her as he was trying to find something in the cupboard.
He tilted his head back towards her, "Have I ever denied giving you anything?"
"No," she replied fiddling with the pally of her sari.
Arnav closed the cupboard door and approached her, kneeling down in front of her he held her hands.
"What's wrong Khushi?" he asked as she tried to avoid eye contact, "Did someone say something to you?"
"No nothing like that happened," she said.
"Then what's the problem?" he asked.
"I ... I wan...," Khushi tried to speak and he nodded telling her to continue, "Iwantmangoes!" she said in one go that Arnav wasn't sure if her had heard correctly.
"Mangoes?" he asked giving her a confused look.
"Yes mangoes," She replied.
"Where am I supposed to find mangoes from in this season?" he asked.
"But you said you'd get them," Khushi said pouting.
"I would but be reasonable Khushi, mangoes are out of season and there's no vendor that is still selling them," he told her. But out of all things why did she want mangoes? And that too now.
“But why mangoes?” he asked curious.
“You didn’t understand?” she asked, “I’m craving them.”
“Understand what?” he questioned. Khushi quickly stood up moving him away, “Laad governor kahi ke,” he heard her mutter under her breath, “He runs a multimillionaire company but can’t even understand this.”
Before he could ask her anything further, she had already left the room banging the door behind her. What had happened to her now? And what was this these mangoes?
His phone ringing broke him out of his thoughts, he looked and saw this it was Aman, “Hello,” he answered.
“Sir I need something from you,” Aman said.
“Why do you need mangoes also?!” a frustrated Arnav said from his side.
“I needed … wait what? Why would I need mangoes? I was calling to ask for the Singhania deal file, I forgot to add some papers to it,” he replied.
“Oh ..uhm yeah I will get that sent,” he told him and Aman was about to hang up, “Wait Aman, do you know anywhere I could get mangoes at this time of the year,” he asked awkwardly.
“Mangoes at this time? No sir, but why do you need mangoes?” he asked confused.
“Woh Khushi was asking for them, and then she got angry because apparently I didn’t understand something,” he said.
“You seriously don’t understand sir?” Aman asked, “You don’t know why a woman would want mangoes?”
“No how the hell am I supposed to know? I don’t work as a fruit vendor,” he said, “...but does that mean you know? What does it mean?”
“It’s best if you find out yourself sir,” Aman answered and hung up before Arnav could ask anything further. Arnav chucked his phone on the bed and pulled out his laptop. Why would a woman crave mangoes he typed into the search bar. The first link said “Am craving to eat a raw mango” then “What really causes pregnancy cravings?” and then a little bit down “What pregnant women crave.”
Arnav stopped at the word pregnancy. Pregnant. Could that be true. He ran a hand through his hair, was Khushi pregnant? And he remembered in the past 3-4 months she didn’t get as cranky as she used to when it would be her time of the month. But why didn’t she just tell him directly? Well of course his wife has a way of doing things differently. It was time to confront his wife and ask her about, he thought closing the laptop and walking out in search of her.
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