Craving: A tale of an apparent yet disguised addiction


This is the story that revolves around the moments extracted from the life of Shubham who is the main character of the plot. He has a wife mentioned as Mrs. Khanna in the story who doesn't appreciate the craving of her husband for a certain beverage that you would get to discover in the story. This particular beverage creates stiffness between them at times of varying degree with the fascinating outcome getting revealed in the end.

This is the story that revolves around the moments extracted from the life of Shubham who is the main character of the plot. He has a wife mentioned as Mrs. Khanna in the story who doesn't appreciate the craving of her husband for a certain beverage that you would get to discover in the story. This particular beverage creates stiffness between them at times of varying degree with the fascinating outcome getting revealed in the end. So here the story begins.


"Sir, here's your file that you had ordered?" offered Rita politely.


"Thanks, Rita and while going ask Ram Prasad to make me a cup of coffee," said Shubham Khanna without taking his glance away from his laptop.


"I will get it done, sir". She took Shubham's leave.


Shubham was going through the pages of file when the ring buzzed.


"Hello" voiced Shubham over the phone.


"Hi honey, what are you doing, now?" asked Mrs. Khanna.


"Just scribbling through some files, darling. How come you phoned me?" asked Shubham.


"Well", she was interrupted by the voice that came from the phone.


"Sir, here is your coffee."


"What? Why are you having the coffee at the lunchtime?" pitched Mrs. Khanna under slightly excited tone. "You are having too much coffee, nowadays," added she.


"Trust me darling I am not having too much coffee. I took my lunch pretty earlier and I am just having a bit of it to charge myself for today's meeting," assured he to his wife.


"Anyways, I called you to remind you of papa's retirement party and we have to be there tonight, okay?"


" I do remember that and I will come home early. You be ready" said Shubham and ended the call after reassuring his wife.



Everyone was congratulating Mrs. Khanna's father for completing his glorious service as an army officer.


"You go and meet your father and I will join you in a moment," said Shubham.


"Do come fast" insisted she and left Shubham with a smile to meet her father.


Mr. Shubham came to the same spot where he had left her but he didn't find her. He steered his eyes all over the party room and found her wife sitting at one of the dinner tables.


" Where had you been? You had been away for an hour. You were supposed to be here to give a felicitation speech for my father and I couldn't find you anywhere, the whole time. Speeches were made by many guests, but not you." muttered Mrs. Khanna under the influence of curious anger demanding the whereabouts of Shubham.


"Well, I was having a coffee at the stall and all of a sudden I got a push from someone behind and that dripped the coffee all over my shirt" Shubham tried to explain convincingly. " I went to the washroom and tried to wash off the stains but couldn't" he breathed and paused. "So I had gone to the home to have a new shirt and when I came up here the felicitation ceremony was "tried to explain.


"You were again having the bloody coffee here" she interrupted before letting him complete the explanation. She stormed out of the party with Shubham following her trying to reason.



"Mr.Shubham, are you all set for the presentation, this Thursday?" inquired the Boss through the video call.


"Yes, boss, all set to go. I have filed up all my contents for the presentation and I am good to go" declared Shubham confidently. The boss wished Shubham luck and the computer screen turned black with the flash.


Shubham came home early to look out his presentation file which was placed in his room. He found his file and then he went to the kitchen.


Two hours later Mrs. Khanna came to the house from shopping and she found her husband lying on the sofa, having a plaster to his leg. She was grabbed by an alarming feeling of concern emerged for her husband.


"What did happen to you?" asked she while taking her glance from plastered leg to Shubham's face, with her eyes, wide-opened screaming for the answer.
Hearing her voice Shubham turned his face from the ceiling to his wife and then maneuvered his torso to a sitting position with his glance fixed on her wife.


"There is nothing serious and I just want you to sit first" articulated Shubham in a calm manner.


But Mrs. Khanna was too reluctant to comfort herself without getting an explanation. Seeing her dominantly sticking to the massive state of a grave statue Shubham yielded and proceeded.


"Well" he started "I came up here to find my file and then I wanted to get some coffee so I went into the kitchen to make myself some and there I found that the gas was out. So, I went to the backyard grill and I found charcoal was out of the stock too. So I found some sticks there lying in the garden and tried to burn them in the grill. When I was making the coffee over it I felt that I needed some more sticks so I was going to get some and when I turned then accidentally I stroked the grill base with my leg. Due to which the grill suddenly fell on my leg and I got it fractured" he explained in one breath.


There was a silence for some seconds and then Mrs. Khanna dropped her bags to the floor gently and with the strangest stoical expression ever she went to her husband and held his face with her hands.


"It's fine, darling. We will get it treated and everything will be fine" she consoled while stroking her fingers lightly over her husband's face.


"What are you saying? What will be treated?" questioned Shubham bewildered.

"It's okay honey. It's not a big deal and we will get you treated with the finest doctor around." she replied.


Hearing her words made Shubham's discreet instincts to pop out and he jerked Mrs. Khanna's hand away from his face. "What doctor? What treatment are you talking about?" , he frowned with unwelcoming suspicion.


With her stoical face intact she uttered"Treatment for your addiction to the coffee."


Her husband got befuddled and angry all the same over the unexpected derisory remarks from her wife. " I am not addicted to anything and I am not going anywhere. I am all way fine, you understand?," he blustered.


Mrs.Khanna tried to reason that it was fine to acknowledge one's addiction on which Shubham fully retorted as a shirker to any absurd acknowledgment as it was not present in the first place, according to him.


The discussion went long and then the calm expression seemed to be vanishing from Mrs. Khanna's face.

"You almost broke your leg while running for that evil coffee whose craving could make you do anything and one day you would even kill me when I didn't give you any coffee" hinted she with all the gestures she could afford." This incident even has not become an eye-opener for you that you have a grand craving for coffee and before it gets to become a psycho addiction we should get it treated" she argued.


"Where are you taking this point of discussion" exclaimed he with exasperation. "I am not under any influence and please get off my back. I am not going anywhere, end of the discussion."


"Okay then. If you are getting so stubborn then listen. I am leaving this house and won't be here until you make up your mind" she turned to leave.


Such subtle was her response that Shubham couldn't say anything to stop her. He walked to her and held her hand and jerked her to maneuvered her direction towards him. "See this" he blurted out and took out his plaster from the leg. There was nothing like any scar or swelling. He walked fine to the sofa to show his extremely healthy leg.


"I made it all up, today and earlier too." he took a deep breath. " I have no addiction, you crazy women. I have a fear of public speaking" he shouted and sunk himself into the sofa again with his face buried in his hands.



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