Chapter 9: Is This Love?

"Maa, you are blessed to have the best son-in-law from my point of view, who never let your daughter cry even for a while.".

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"Or I can say that you are blessed to have the best husband from my point of view who never let my daughter cry even for a while", Mishty's mother teased, on which Mishty started blushing. "Ahem Ahem. Just his name is enough to make you blush. Is my daughter is in love with her husband?"

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"I don't know about love maa, but yes, I do trust him and respect him a lot.", Mishty mumbled. "Also, I enjoy spending time with him. I also enjoy talking about him."

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"This is love, Mishty.", Mishty heard her mother speaking, but she said nothing in return because she was afraid with a thought that 'Is this Love? Then She should prepare herself for the heartbreak because there is no way Sameer will love someone so ugly like her."

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Next day

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Mishty was checking her mobile from time to time with the hope that maybe Sameer will send her a message because she had already dropped 2 messages from the morning.

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"Did you have your lunch?", She asked at noon but started waiting for his reply, but it never came. When she dialed his number, Sameer disconnected the call with a message, 'In a meeting, I will call you back.'

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At Night

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Mishty was continuously staring at mobile with the hope of any single message from Sameer. 'I think I should drop a message. But it will hurt me more than anything if he won't reply.' With a sad little courage, she started typing the message again.

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'I miss you', She thought for at least 20 minutes with a thought that whether or not she should message this to him, and finally, she sent the message. For a few minutes, there was no reply.

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It was now approx 30 minutes. Mishty was getting angry and sad at the same time. She kept waiting for his message for a few hours, tapping the mobile with her fingers. She switched off her mobile. At first, she cried a lot, then was pissed off. 

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'I will never, ever talk with him.' Mishty thought angrily having no idea that Sameer slept early that night because of tiredness. Well, he was just planning to have some rest but didn't realize when he slept.

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Next Morning

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Sameer opened his eyes and found it is morning already & he is still in formal attire. God. He forgot to change clothes as well. Immediately realization hit him that he had to talk with Mishty. Last morning, he intentionally ignored her message & later on he got himself so busy that he couldn't manage to get time for her. He picked his mobile & found Mishty's message.

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'I miss you', He smiled after reading this message. He immediately tried to call her, but her number was switched off.

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'Maybe her mobile would be discharged.', He concluded & left the bed to freshen up. While having breakfast, he dropped a message, but it didn't get delivered. He didn't mind that at that time. He tried to contact her throughout the day, but her number was switched off. He was getting worried now.

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At Night

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"Mishty, Sameer is asking about you. Is your mobile is switched off?", Her father asked.  When Sameer didn't find any way to contact Mishty. He dialed her father's number also, asked about Mishty's whereabouts. "He was worried about you."

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"Just go & talk with him. I will manage the kitchen's work.", Her mother ordered her. Mishty didn't counter back in front of her parents. 
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Mishty went into her room and switched on her Mobile. The moment she did that, many notifications flooded over WhatsApp & text message. All were from Sameer. She started checking every message one by one.

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'Good Morning Mishty, I am sorry for yesterday. I didn't realize when did I sleep? It was a hectic day. If you were here, then I would have surely asked you to give me a head massage. I miss you so much.', This the message of early morning.

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'Message is not getting delivered. Please keep your mobile charge.', This was the message when he generally has his breakfast.

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"I am getting worried now, Mishty. Your number is still switched off.", This message was of the afternoon.

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"God. I cannot concentrate on my work now. Where the hell are you Mishty? I am losing my calmness now.", This message was of the evening.

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"Mishty, you better have the explanation of the stunts you are playing today. Just because I behave nicely with you doesn't mean I am that person who does sweet talk to everyone. I haven't raised my voice on you, nor I want to do that in near future, but you are really testing my patience. If someone else made me pissed off like this, I swear I will beat him until he can't even walk. But you are making me feel miserable." This message an hour before.

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"Enough of your holiday at your Home. I am coming tomorrow to take you with me.", This message received just now.

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'God What did I do? I turned my prince charming into a beast.', Mishty thought witnessing this side of Sameer which doesn't feel like him anymore. She never knew that Sameer could be this mad as well over the things. 

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The moment Sameer observed his message is now delivered & Mishty read as well. He couldn't help himself from calling her at the same time. Mishty was a bit scared, thinking Sameer would be mad at her or maybe shout at her now, but didn't stupidly try to anger him more.

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"Hello", Mishty answered the call in a timid voice.

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"Mishty. Thank goodness.", Sameer immediately calms down hearing her voice while Mishty was thinking that even Sameer's voice affects her so much. She loved it when he calls her name. "Why did you do that?", Sameer asked normally. He was not that angry anymore. He felt like a wave of peace passed from his heart just after hearing her voice.

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 "I am sorry", Mishty started sobbing. "I am so stupid. I made you pissed off with me over nothing. Sorry for acting like a bitch. I knew you are going to get worried, but I didn't care"

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#TBC