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I clenched my fists with all the might and squeezed my eyes. Wished he ought not talk about that. That moment could pass away undiscussed and night could have remained as little pleasant as it was. But no! he was - Mr. I-won’t-do-what-you-want.

    He said, though with a lowered voice, “Sorry, Don’t blame me it was the spices that you served at dinner. Smells unpleasant, doesn’t it?.”
    I controlled myself. I didn’t reply and pretended  i was asleep. Couple of minutes earlier i got little from him and he got little from me as well in bed. It was the only time we get close to each other. Damn! this libido!. Damn this thing called sex. Apart from that act which too happens not that often, we hated each other. I can say that on his behalf and on mine as well and he too is familiar with this very fact.
    He got up, turned on the lights. Lights!. All the lights in the room.All he needed was a light to walk couple of steps and get to bathroom. “If only i could forget about his existence in this room and fall asleep as i used to.” a thought rippled. I miss the sleepiness before I sleep. I was about to surrender myself to these thoughts and suddenly the bathroom door creaked as he opened it and he slammed it. The sound was so huge as if a bomb exploded just beside me inside the room.    
    This time my controlled emotion broke into a cry, “Why do you have to shut that door so loudly. Don’t you see I am trying to sleep.”
    “Why do you have to yell for such a thing. I didn’t do that intentionally. And for your sleep take a pill.” He snapped back.
    “Oh! you thoughtless bastard.”
    “Foul-mouthed bitch.”
    I took a vase right beside the bed and hit it hardly towards him. He ducked and vase hit the mirror behind him.
    “That could have killed me.”
    “Yes, that could”, i thought and regretted my act. That was unnecessary. Oh shit! I lost the control again.

He knelt down and pushed the pieces in the corner using the magazine on the low-table. I prepared myself for his part of reaction with the sorry feeling but what he said hurt me more than it would have if he slapped me.

“Turned psycho or what? Be a woman not a bitch. I already said it was an accident.”

He opened the fridge, took a bottle of water out of it and almost emptied the whole bottle and put it back. He got back to the bed, made himself comfortable in the blanket and went to sleep. Just like that. How can he do that? How can he be so indifferent? Even the neighbours couple of blocks down might had their own idea about what happened in our room and might had started a conversation cursing us. What amazed me most was; he slept. Me- here i was up and awake sitting beside him and there he was already snoring. I sat envying his indifference and how he controlled the aggression and violence from his side. I envied his sleep more.