Orange Marriage Now I don't go to sleep after lungi anymore, I have been thinking since the incident of Basar night and I will not sleep after lungi. I never thought the girl would be so shameless in the middle of the night. Today I am returning home at 9 pm after chatting with my friends all day. I have to stay in the same room with Nadia when I am at home, it is a matter of great discomfort to me. I am now embarrassed to see Nadia's eyes. This has been happening since the night of Basar. Sometimes I intentionally go to Nadia and ask her who opened my lungi on Basar night? Or ask why he took a bath at seven o'clock that day. Will I go home today and ask? No, I don't like talking to him. Nowadays I am very jealous of Nadia, the whole house is being occupied by her day by day. Dad and Mom are always with him all the time. When I see Nadia fighting with my mother, I feel like a Rohingya Rohingya. Late at night, I came to the door and rang the calling bell. Nadia opened the door, today she is wearing a green sari, red blouse, her hair is down to her waist, whenever I open the door and walk I see her from behind. The girl looks very beautiful. What's in it for me? I'm not the kind of boy to have fun with her, my Tisha was no less beautiful. I lost Tisha in the whims of my parents. As soon as he entered the house, his mother and father started talking. Because I was out all day leaving my new wife. Without saying a word, I went to the room and sat in ambush. After a while Nadia came to the room. He poured water into a glass and said to me a little dishonestly, 'Will the water run?' Even though I was thirsty for enough water, I said, 'What I'm saying is that it will take water, don't do anything in advance.' Nadia's smiling face became dirty in an instant when she heard my words. Leaving a glass of water, he went to the kitchen. Mom is calling at the dinner table, I went to the dinner table, Dad and Mom are eating and appreciating Nadia's cooking. The cooking was really good, but I ate quietly and went to bed. Wearing jeans, I can sleep peacefully, I have a headache today, I have to go to bed early, I leaned on the bed. After a while I felt who knows who is turning his hand on my head. Shameless self-promotion for Ballistic Products and a great bargain on a neat little knife for you. Not indulging in good looks, I said, 'Hey girl, I was forbidden to touch you, go to sleep on the floor, or I'll go to sleep on the floor.' Nadia went to sleep on the floor. After a while I discovered who was crying, I noticed Nadia was crying with her face on the pillow. I do not understand what to do, what am I doing more with Nadia? Why are you crying, what should I do, what should I do? I will ask him why are you crying? Or sit next to him and talk a little? No, this cannot be done. Suddenly the idea came to my mind and I started talking in the message. The number was written by the mother under the photo before the wedding. I took out the photo and gave the message; 'Why are you crying?' After a while the message came; 'I'll cry a hundred times, why do you do this to me, do you hear my fault? If he didn't like me, he could have done it before marriage. ' What is really Nadia's fault? I avoided this question and gave him a message; 'Did you agree to marry me?'

• 'Hmm, I saw your photo before the wedding, you just don't like it after seeing the photo; I love you very much, you know how handsome a boy you look, the prince of my dreams, your hair is very beautiful, I know how you look, there is a magic, I would not dream of looking at your photos before marriage, I will sleep with my head on your chest. " I did not reply to the message anymore, because Nadia is slowly weakening me.
• Nadia gave a few messages without getting a reply; 'Why don't you reply, what's the matter, sir, hello, hello.' Without any reply, I lay down facing the opposite side. Nadia may have fallen asleep by now. I know why he wants to see her in his sleep, The light in the room, the electronic fan above, turning on, I can see Nadia sleeping, Nadia looks more beautiful while sleeping. Humayun Ahmed said, "A woman who looks beautiful while sleeping is a real beauty." Nadia is probably the real beauty of Humayun Ahmed. Nadia's hair has become messy in the air of the fan, her face is not looking good for her hair, I want to go and remove her hair a little. Shall I go? But if you understand? No, I rather look at it this way, I suddenly fell asleep. I woke up in the morning listening to Nadia's recitation of the Qur'an, not reciting it too loudly, humming, I woke up a little again. Nadia went to the kitchen after the recitation, but who will open my mosquito net? As lazy as hanging or opening my mosquito net. Ammu used to open before marriage, will I still tell my mother to open the mosquito net? But what would you think if you told your mother to leave your wife? Instead, I told Nadia to open the mosquito net with a message, I gave a message; 'Can you open the mosquito net?'
• 'Of course not.'
• 'Why not?'
• Because, the marriage has been going on for so long but the groom still tells me to take off the gittu of the salwar kameez, I am not obliged to take off the gittu of his mosquito net, I have to hang your mosquito net and take it off. '