‘I have a headache,’ she started with her tantrums again. ‘Don’t talk to me,’ she turned her back towards him. The morning sunlight streamed through the embroidered silk curtains and danced on her bare back, tickling her. The moment demanded romance, but it was tested by patience.
She paused, then turned around to see he was not there. ‘Now where have you vanished?’ she called out. She hated waiting.
‘Here I am my love!’ he placed the breakfast tray on the bed gently. The tray looked delightful with her breakfast just as she liked it, her sunny-side eggs and crisp toast, her tea, her exotic fruits and fresh orange juice, each item flagged with a label. She bit her lip, still shy of admitting she was being tough, and read each one by one, her brow up with an air of entitlement.
‘Is this one of your pranks?’ she looked at him as she picked up the flags. Something scribbled stared back at her – ‘I will pamper you even when you don’t have a headache’; ‘Please don’t stop talking to me:)’; ‘Breaking news: Happy breakfast brings a smile’…
‘I am not letting you win with these clever lines,’ she exclaimed, giggling like a teenager. She was wrong. Actually they both won. Love tamed the temper and romance got a second chance!
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