I is for... Insane

I is for... Insane

'Ice! I need Ice!'

'There is no ice! You'll have to settle for this.'

Khushi hissed as a slab of cold meat was pressed onto her right hand.

'Arnavji! It's Thursday!'

Arnav looked up in confusion. 'What?'

'It's Thursday. We don't eat meat on Thursdays! Naniji will kill me if she sees this.'

'Pagal! You're not eating it!'

They sat in silence, Arnav lightly stroking Khushi's other hand until he could no longer control himself and he began to laugh. 'I can't believe you actually punched her! What were you thinking?'

'What was I thinking? What was she thinking? I went to the bathroom for two minutes and I come back to find that... that churail all over you! She'd been eyeing you ever since we got there tonight. She was just waiting for her chance, I know it.' Khushi bristled and removed Arnav's hands from hers, 'and what about you Mr Raizada? Just standing there politely while she had her hands all over you!'

Arnav shook his head in disbelief, 'well unlike some people, I didn't want to create a scene. I was explaining to her that I was married and was just about to remove myself from her clutches when my crazy wife attacked her.'

'Crazy? You're calling me cr...'

Arnav cut Khushi off with a swift kiss before she could gather any steam. 'Yes, you're crazy. Absolutely. 100% certifiably insane. No doubt about it whatsoever... but I love you. And I wouldn't have you any other way.'