As grumpy as ever, Ashok looked up at the offered drink. His lips pressed into a line, but he took it with a nod of thanks. To most people he was okay with being rude, Nalini made it hard to be with how calmly she dealt with him. He spoke to himself at length about how annoying it was and he wanted to for once to see her angry. They had not even lay together in a married way because his internal dialogues and awkward ideals of life made it all be pushed aside for the calm of sleep.
With a huff, he sipped the tea and closed his eyes. "I hate practicing. This was meant for my sister, not me."