"Excuse me..When I want something? Oh my God.. Is this about.. kids?" I ask and he doesn't meet my gaze rubbing the ointment on my skin. 
                          
He shouldn't have said that. It's like he just touched a very sensitive aching nerve. And now it hurts.
                          
It fuckin hurts like shit.
                          
"I never forced you.. I just told you my issue and said that the sooner we get the clearer picture, the faster we can take help. Fertility decreases drastically after 30. We have less than 6 years. If we can't have it naturally we can go for IVF.. or so many things available out there preferably before 30. I never forced you. I just told you.. and... also I'm sweet and seductive when I want to be.." I said trying to pull my leg away from his grasp. He holds the other and starts working on the area left to be covered with the medicine.
                          
"Leave my leg.." I shout and he doesn't say a word in response his grip tighter.
                          
"I said leave my.." before I could complete what I was saying he bends forward and pulls my lips to plant a long desperate kiss.
                          
I moan in his mouth at the feeling of his lips on mine, but he doesn't stop, deepening it until we were both out of breath.
                          
"That's how I'm gonna shut you up.. Take the other pill, put your head on the pillow. You need to rest." He says and goes back to start rubbing in the ointment on my leg. I was left speechless by his actions and words failed me.
                          
What the fuck.. Why did he just do that ?
                          
No, I'm not letting this get to me.
                          
I take the glass of water and take the medication, knowing well that anti-allergics make me sleepy and lean backwards, since I was so tired after waking up early and then having to continuously scratch my legs. I wanted to argue, but I really didn't have the energy to do so.
                          
I felt my eyes get heavy and sleep takes over almost immediately.
                          
   
                          
I wake up the next morning with the sound of chirping birds coming from the open door to the balcony. I could feel the crisp cold air announcing the arrival of winters as light sunshine pours in through the translucent curtains of the balcony door.
                          
I slowly sit up, yawning and stretch my legs underneath the blanket realizing I slept in my panties.
                          
Ah.. just like college days when I lived alone in the hostel room and was too lazy to do laundry. 
                          
I hear the room door open and look up at my husband.
                          
"Good morning.." he says his grey vest darker in colour and sticking to his body with sweat and his curly hair lined over his forehead with the tiny droplets. He had been working out.
                          
Hold on.. No..just because he is easy on the eyes does not excuse his behavior from last night.
                          
"Fuck off.." I reply throwing the blankets away and walking to my almirah. 
                          
"Atleast wear something.." he says referring to my legs and I completely ignore him picking up my outfit for the day and walk in the washroom.
                          
"Hey.. You can't.." he was about to say something when I shut the door and turn on the shower. 
                          
I was almost done when I remembered I'll have to apply the ointment again if I want it to heal quickly. But it'll smudge under my clothes..
                          
And fuck.. The ointment is in the room.
                          
Ambar is in the room.
                          
I'm not asking him to hand it over. 
                          
Nop. I'm not talking to him.