Meher's POV
I woke up in the morning, to find my face buried in the crook of his neck and his arms protectively wrapped around me. I shifted a little and he stirred in his sleep. Not wanting to disturb his sleep, i snuggled closer to him (why...?? I dont know...) and he in his sleep tightened his hold on me. I tried to close my eyes and clear my head but the happenings of last night continued playing in my brain. Opening my eyes, I looked at his face and a fresh supply of tears claimed my eyes. How he fought for me last night. How angry he was with me, just because i didn't defend myself in front of that jerk. How he comforted me the entire night. Was i wrong in understanding this man right beside me...?? Does he still cares for me...?? Is he the same Abeer who had once loved me with all his might...?? The abeer I knew and liked... Or he is just like others who think i am a public property... Stop Meher... Stop...!! That's not you. And he doesn't thinks all this about you at all. If he had, he wouldn't have fought for you last night. I have seen that respect for me in his eyes always. I can't thank him enough for last night honestly... If he wasn't there, i don't know how I would have taken all this. He understood me, calmed me, consoled me and did not even ask for an explanation. How can someone be so sorted out? I let him get so close to me in that weak moment, but he never tried to get off limits... He could have taken advantage of me. But he didn't... I know i have always hurted him, be it 2 years back or yesterday but he always stood by me... Like a pillar of strength... whenever i needed him. I don't know but there is something divine about this guy, i cannot describe. No matter how much i may hate him for whatever he is doing from past 1 month, i cannot deny that he is one person I truly respect.
I felt him shifting and closed my eyes instantly pretending to sleep. I did not wanted things to get awkward, letting him know that i wanted to be there in his arms. He cant know the fact that i was awake and still made no efforts to come out of his hold. No he should not know all this...
He very gently unwrapped his arms from me, making sure he doesn't wakes me up in the process, and caressed my forehead slightly before dropping a soft kiss. His gesture made me happy, and i faintly smiled unknowingly. Shit... Meher.. Why did you smile..?? U stupid... He will now know you are awake. You are a fool Meher...!! I hate you...
Abeer's POV
I woke up to find her face buried in the crook of my neck. She was holding me so tight, as if i would run away if she loosens her grip. She was so close to me that i could hear her heartbeats... The heart which never beated for me while mine... It just beated for her... One look at her angelic face and I'm mesmerised. Is she the Meher, she shows to the entire world...?? A girl who has no feelings...?? A girl who is that strong that she needs no one in her life... Or was she the delicate doll i saw yesterday...?? I looked at her swollen eyes and knew she had cried the entire night. I wish i was the one with whom she could share her feelings, share her insecurities, share her sorrows, share her life. Stop it Abeer... You can never be that person... Don't hope for something that can never come true... Don't push yourself to this hell of love again, you know you won't be able to come out this time. There would be tears, hurt and pain... All over again. You won't get anything else out of this relationship. So just stop before it gets too late...
You know whats the biggest tragedy of my life...?? That my heart and brain can never work in synchronisation. All the resolves my brain makes, the heart is always ready to break them away. And it is happening again.. Unknowingly, my hand reaches her forehead and i caress it slightly. Not able to stop myself i softly kiss her forehead. As she smiles in her sleep, I smile looking at her.
Meher's POV
I wake up, about half an hour later, and look around to find that he was not there in the room. I sighed in relief. Maybe he is out for breakfast. You all know how a bhukkad he is, and yesterday he did not have dinner, so you know... Chuhe kood rahe honge naa... With my head aching badly, i make my way towards the washroom. The hot shower calling me...
Abeer's POV
I enter into the room, after a great workout session, not to find her in the room. By the way the gym downstairs is heaven... Trust me... I looked around and found that she was in the washroom. I jumped to the bed waiting for her to come out, so I can freshen up. The knob turned around after about 15 mins and she came out wrapped in a white towel... well only in a white towel. Oh my god... She looked so hot, her wet hair adding to her hotness, the water droplets on her face making it look more beautiful. I may seem like a desperate moron at this moment, but i couldn't just take my eyes off her... And I don't care... Drying her hair with her hand she went and stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. Oh Hello madam...!!! Does she even know i am in the room...?? My eyes widened when i saw her posing infront of the mirror and well giving some hot poses, blowing kisses at herself. I smiled unknowingly... A perfect mix of hotness and cuteness. I wait for her to notice me but she definitely did not notice me... Not that i mind thast free show but i dont want her discard that poor towel and -... Well lets not talk about it... Change the topic abeer... Let's shock her... what say...?? I settle myself on the bed and whistle at her.
She turns around to look at me and screams..
"Ahhh"
Meher's POV
I was busy admiring my hot self when i hear a whistle. Whistle..?? Kaan bhi bajne lge Meher tere...?? I look around to find hubby malhotra shamelessly drooling over me and whistling.
"Ahhh" i scream as soon as i look at him.
He was sitting on the bed, his eyes still not leaving me.
"Oh my god... Meri hotness ki dukaan... I wish i could see you like this everyday..." he said winking at me.
Oh My God... This man has no shame at all. He is line marao on his own wife... Hotness ki dukaan... Chiii... Yeh kaisi language hai...?? I look at him carefully and then look down, he is shirtless... Again... This shirtless jerk always wants to distract me... Well sadly he us doing a good job... Im distracted... I look at him again, shamefully eyeing him... Well toned body... Those delicious abs... Muscles... Work-out, hubby Malhotra...?? Yes certainly... He has been spending a lot of him time there I guess... By the way where is the gym...?? Gym means there must be hot girls there... The girls who just come there to drool on hot guys... I have to check it out...
I was busy thinking when he snapped his fingers, bringing me out of reverie. Oh Shit... I zoned out... Minutes back i was blaming him for staring at me and now i was doing the same. Kill me god... He is turning me into a besharam jhoothi ladki... I stomp my feet on the ground and realise I'm still in a towel... Only in a towel... - in front of him.
"Ankhe band karo apni... Abhi..." i yell at him..
"Kyun...??" he asked shamelessly and in the same tone I used.
Before i could know anything, he pulled me into his lap. Shocker... Subah se harkatein kar raha hai yeh ladka... My brain stopped thinking the moment my eyes met with his, transporting me to a different world... The one I never knew existed.
"Abeerrr.. Please.. Let.. Me.. Go.." i somehow manage to speak. He nodded his head in a no and his nose traced the outline of my face, making my heart race a marathon... Before i know it, my hands involuntarily wrap around his neck.
"Let me help you dress..." he whispered seductively.
Abeer's POV
I pulled her into my lap, teasing her as its my favourite past time nowadays. But things changed the moment her eyes met mine, the eyes which had a weird power to control me. I pulled her closer and she instantly pleaded me to let her go. I denied without even thinking for a second and shockingly she did not retort. Her hand went around my neck, Making me crazy.
"Let me help you dress..." i whisper to her, not in my senses. As soon as the words left my mouth, I know I shouldn't have said that. That was cheap and I have no idea why I am acting cheap. I expected her to shout or push me away but on the contrary, she hugged me. I hugged her back, pulling her close. Her bodies were so close to each other... The closest we have been... Only a single barrier between us... Just a piece of cloth. Soon my hand went up to the rim of her towel, while the other still wrapped around her; when she did not resist, my fingers worked and the towel loosened a bit. And then I heard my phone ringing. I came out of the moment and she almost pushed me away trying to stand up, and run away in the process of hiding her from my eyes. What were you doing Abeer..?? Get a grip on yourself dude. You had almost... Shit.. This is not supposed to happen. I awkardly get up and look at my phone, it was a breakfast reminder from the hotel. A lifeless reminder saved us from making the biggest blunder of our life.
Meher's POV
I heard his phone beep and came back from the Lala Land. His hand was on my towel and if his phone hadn't ringed, god knows what would have happened. We would have done it... You know... The exact thing what he wanted... I pushed him away and ran to the bathroom. What are you doing Meher..?? He creates a spell on you and you flow away with him. He almost took you to bed... Why...?? Why does he affect me that much..?? Why do I let him control me and make me want him...?? Push those thoughts away baby... It was just a weak moment... Nothing more... Relax just Relax...!! Its ok... We are adults... Inactive... So its ok... It happens... Calm down... Breathe in breathe out. It's perfectly fine meher... PERFECTLY... I dress up and come out to the room, to find him standing near the bed.
Abeer's POV
I saw her coming out of the washroom and she looks at me, ignoring me. I stand there awkwardly...
"Bhook lagi hai mujhe..." she said without any expression.
"Chalo honeymoon par aaye hai.. Breakfast to sath kr hi sakte hai.." i say smiling at her.
"Haan.. to wait kiska kar rahe ho... Tumhari ex girlfriend...??" she says.
Huh.. Attitude ki queen... By the way you are my ex girlfriend Missy... Ha ha...
Finally we come down to have breakfast. I was literally starving at that moment and soon some yummy food comes to my rescue. Ahh.. It looks amazing. I put some some food in my plate excitedly when i feel her staring at me. I look at her from the corner of my eye and she standing there gave me disgusted looks. What...?? Can't a person even eat in peace now...?? Hadd hai...
"Tum bhi khaalo kuch..." I tell her, being pretty embarrassed.
"Haan sure.. Kuch bach jaega to zaroor..." she replies sarcastically.
What was this taunt for...?? Huh..?? Paris doesn't have a dearth of food woman... And then she got up and snatched away my plate... Arrghh that was rude... Can you even believe that...?? Then she very happily started eating MY food. Like no manners at all... I take another plate and re-fill the food.
"And that's what you do to a super nice husband who came to your rescue last night.. otherwise that guy..." i said getting irritated. I regretted saying all this as soon as the words left my mouth. Her eyes went down and she started eating slowly.
"I didn't really meant..."
"I never asked you to come for me, you came on your own..." she cut me still not looking up.
This was something i was trying to avoid since the morning. This dreaded conversation. An awkward situation... Well done abeer...!! I had tried so hard not to bring up this topic. But i ruined everything myself. Not knowing what to answer next, even i look down and start eating my food.. Moment of silence. Something that was very uncommon for us. Though it was teasing, taunting, irritating each-other, silence was something we never shared.
"Vo ladka.. Uska naam Nisaar tha, he is one of my ex boyfriends..." She said after sometime. I looked into her eyes. I dont know why, but felt hurt. A tug at my heart.
"Ohh.. Matlab meri category wala tha..." i say sarcastically, again looking down feeling hurt.
"Don't ever dare compare him with yourself..." she said immediately in a loud voice.
I look at her with blank eyes.
Meher's POV
"Don't ever dare compare him with yourself..." i say getting annoyed.
How can he...??? Abeer jaisa bhi hai.. he is not like that jerk. And I know it very well. Yes i ditched both of them, but reasons were different, entirely different
"He had a bet with his friend, that he will take me to his bed within a week of our relationship... bloody looser..." i tell him.
I didnt know.. why was i even telling him all this. I never told anyone about it except Sasha.
"As if i would have let him touch me..." i continue casually.
I saw his fingers curl into a fist and rage growing in his eyes. But the next moment, he relaxed. And THIS somehow pinched me hard.
Abeer's POV
"He had a bet with his friend, that he will take me to his bed within a week of our relationship.. bloody looser... As if i would have let him touch me..." she tells me.
I could feel anger rushing through me. How dare he...?? If only she had told all this to me last night, i swear i would have killed that bas***d. Mental Note: See that pig again, beat him black and blue.
Then I find her looking at me. Maybe she was waiting for a reply. Relax Abeer Relax. Don't let her know you care... You've shown enough stupidity yesterday night.. That was not stupidity dude, a part of me said. She needed you. Yes, right, and when she doesn't need you she will stomp over you and walk away.. breaking you again. I let my mind and heart fight, and concentrated on food again.
"Meher.. i wanted to ask you something..." i look up to her.
"Haan.. pucho..." she replies sipping her juice.
"Have i got more hotter in Paris...??" i ask her in a husky voice smirking and she spit out her juice. I chuckled at her reaction.
"Whattt..??" she asks stuttering.
"You know that blonde was all over me yesterday.. That receptionist, she was hitting on me. And.. It's been just two days in Paris and you have already kissed me twice..." I said winking slowly putting weight on the last few words.
Her expressions changed. Ofcourse this was something she did not wanted to discuss. Haha.. why not baby...?? You blame me unnecessarily that i want to get physical with you... That too when you dont have a control on yourself. Haha... I was wondering what she would answer, when she stood up, stamped on my feet making me scream.
"Ouch.. are you nuts...??"
"Yes..." she said smiling and walked off.
Meher's POV
"You know that blonde was all over me yesterday.. That receptionist, she was hitting on me. And.. It's been just two days in Paris and you have already kissed me twice..." He said and winked at me. What are you hubby Malhotra...??? A superstar...??
Kiss... Arrrghhh... Why did he have to mention it...??? Why now...?? This man... Shit I did kiss him twice... Ohh god... Meher control yourself... You can't just go to him and kiss him... Tonsil hockey... Argghh... Yuckk... Nooo...
I compose myself and stood up, stomping my feet on his; earning a scream.
"Ouch.. are you nuts...??"
"Yes..."
I say and walk away. I was crossing the hotel lobby when I saw a poster. A music concert... Interesting... I took a step ahead and then froze... Wait a second... Music concert... Music concert... Abeer... He loves music and what will be a better way to thank him... Yeah yeah... That's not me... But cmon... I can't ignore and forget what he did for me last night... He stood up for me, defended me and told that ass that I'm his wife and he is proud of me... I'm a girl who any man would want to marry. He is the man who had married me and respects me, for what I am... I am not woman what that nisaar thinks of me... I'm the one whose husband respects her and stand by her, no matter what. What else a wife wants... A husband who is strong enough to protect her. Shut up meher... Shut up... This star plus saga... I have to boycott star plus... Well let me tell you guys, I don't even watch it... My mum watches it...
Abeer's POV
I came back into the room to find her entering after me, she left before me. Where were you Missy...?? Were you busy planning a revenge...?? Ha ha... Cmon cmon... Show me what you got baby... I'm ready...
She walks up to me and smiles. Not an evil one... But something that looked and seemed genuine... Genuinely smiling...?? At me...?? Strange... Very strange... What's wrong wifey...?? Did you hit your head...??
"I've got something for you..." She tells me and I look at her. In shock.
"For me...??" I ask and my voice is laced with what I'm feeling - confusion and shock.
She gives me an envelope and smiles. Again...???? Something is fishy...??! The devil doesn't smiles all day... Kuch toh hai...
"For you..." She whispered.
Looking at the envelope, I start to feel paranoid. One envelope days before and here are we - in Paris, for honeymoon and here comes another envelope. Ab kya musibat aa rahi hai... Hey bhagwan...
Slowly I open it and and... Tickets to a music concert...
Only if things hadn't changed.
Meher's POV
I look at abeer the whole time, imagining in my head how happy he will be. How he would want to thank me but will not. Our present equation you know. He opens the envelope and my eyes are fixed on his face, not wanting to miss his reaction. He will be super happy I know... I know him that much... I know how he loves music... How he used to sing... Back in college.
I swear I saw his eyes sparkle for a second and then they turned cold and empty. I waited for him to say anything but he didn't.
"I know you are excited... But for now let's get ready..." I say when he is still quiet.
"I'm not... I am not excited... Thanks but no thanks... I don't want to go..." He tells me and walks towards the window.
After a minute of standing there numb and shocked, I turn around and walk up to him.
"I brought it as a thank you gift... For what you did... Last night..." I honestly confess.
"I still don't want it..." came the reply.
"Cmon now... stop being stubborn and rude... Can't you just accept the gesture... I know you want to go... You will love it... Abeer now please drop the act... Get ready..." I tell him as a matter of fact.
Abeer's POV
"Cmon now... stop being stubborn and rude... Can't you just accept the gesture... I know you want to go... You will love it... Abeer now please drop the act... Get ready..."
She tells me as of she knows me and I lose my calm.
"You drop the act... You don't know me... Do you get me...??" I tell her coldly.
"Why are you behaving like this...??"
"I don't owe you an explanation..." I say and look the other way, trying to control myself.
"You owe it because I deserve it... I'm your wife and I brought these effing tickets for you..."
"Who told you to do that...?? Me...??" I retort back.
"But -"
"I don't do music... As a wife you should have known it... Wifey..."
"You used to... Why not now...??"
I turn around to leave this time. I don't want to have this conversation with her... Not with her... Not with anyone... This is one thing I don't want to EVER talk about... Let it remain to the past. The past which changed everything... That changed me... Wish I hadn't lost a part of me back... Wish I hadn't lost my soul there, at that crossroad.
"Abeer why...??" She asks holding my hand.
"Kyunki toote hue dil se sirf dard nikalta hai, sangeet nahi... You got to have a soul to do music... I apparently lost both... Heart n soul... Fine now...??"
Meher's POV
"Kyunki toote hue dil se sirf dard dard nikalta hai, sangeet nahi... You got to have a soul to do music... I apparently lost both... Heart n soul... Fine now...??"
His words pierce through my heart and my hold on his hand loosens. He walks away from me and I keep standing there, looking at him, his words still sinking in. Seconds later, he leaves the room banging the door shut after him.
Looking at the closed door, tears pool in my eyes. Realisation hitting me hard.
Abeer Malhotra, the head vocalist of the college music band; doesn't do music NOW. because of me. ME... Only me... He left his passion because I hurted him. Because I had my own reasons... Because I left him. I broke him that bad... That bad that he left the things he was once passionate about... "Without music, life is nothing" he used to say it and now he himself leads a life that has no music.
I couldn't help but walk back to the past.
****flashback****
"Why did you stop it...??"
I asked him looking at him as if accusing him of something.
"What baby...??" He asked his eyes fixed on the road.
"The humming..." I say as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
He smiled and continued driving. We were going on a long drive.
"Abeer I like when you sing..." I tell him and he smirks.
"Compliment... Am I dreaming..???" He smirked.
"OK don't sing..." I said and crossed my arms.
Then he lowered down the volume of the stereo and sang with the song... Making me happy... Hearing him sing delighting me...
****flashback ends****
The day passed away and when we faced each other at night, there was an a awkward silence surrounding us. It was suffocating but there wasn't a thing I could do about it. It made me feel sad thinking of how things turned out. I wanted to thank him but unintentionally ended up hurting him. I did hurt him and his red eyes confirmed it, making me feel more and more sorry and guilty.
"I'm sorry..." I tell him.
"Don't be..." he replied.
This happened for the remaining four days and we left Paris. Sitting in the flight beside him I wondered what he must be feeling. If it was two years back, he would have told me and I wouldn't have cared much. But now ironically I care but he doesn't want to share it. How I wish he has someone to share it with... Someone who understands him... The thought of him having someone in his life suddenly makes me uncomfortable... What if that someone is a girl...?? Does he has someone he likes or may be... May be love... Because he certainly doesn't love me...
"He did once... He did... You threw it away..."
My conscience yelled at me and I closed my eyes shutting them.
"I threw it away because..." I wanted to reply but didn't.
Yes I threw it away, that's the biggest truth.
Abeer's POV
Throughout the flight, I slept, read, watched movie, or better of all looked out of the window'; avoiding any sort of conversation. I was in no mood of talking to her after that day. In fact we haven't been talking after that 'returning the gesture' session. I have been ignoring her intentionally and it was something I needed. I can't open my heart to her. Not all over again. Because at the end it will be me and my heart, and the whole repeat telecast of what had happened between us.
As we landed, I sighed and she quietly followed me, until we saw our families waving back at us happily. I look at meher from the corner of my eye and she smiled at me. Then she held on to my hand shocking me and when I look at pur parents, they are in awe. Definitely happy... This woman I tell you... Can't she walk without holding onto my arm... Now they must be thinking it was a good idea and who knows they might come up with more. Ohh no no no...
Meher's POV
If seeing our parents at the airport made me feel happy (after days), now coming back home and in the bedroom made me feel ecstatic. Finally home...!!!! I think I'm going insane... I'm loving this house as days are passing and it isn't a good sign... I'm not meant to get attached to these people or to this house... Let's forget this for now... The bed is calling me... Ya baby I love you too... I jump on the bed and pull the comforter over me, its homecoming and soon tiredness took over me, taking me to a dreamland.
I wake up after sometime and look around wondering where is my sadu husband. And before you get any ideas, I'm not missing him... I'm just thinking why is there silence all around... I'm worried about this silence... Yes... Yes... Silence...
I walk down the stairs to see him sitting with madhvi mom, his head in her lap and she was lovingly running her fingers through his hair. Omg... Mommyyy... I miss mommy... I want you mommy...
I had no idea that a sob escaped my throat and I was suddenly the centre of attraction.
"What happened bacha...??" Madhvi mom asked me.
"Mom... I miss maa... You both looked so cute..." I replied and looked at them, still standing where I was.
"Aww... Come here..."
When madhvi mom opened her arms from me, I couldn't help but run towards her. Hugging her feels like hugging mom and I smiled throughout the hug. As we broke the hug, I find Abeer looking at me and when our eyes locked, he smiled. Can you believe it guys...??! He looked and smiled at me... After days... He finally smiled at me. Hurriedly I smiled back at him.
"You both look cute... My lovelies..." Madhvi mom said and I giggled.
Madhvi mom kissed my forehead and when she moved towards Abeer, he leaned back.
"Mom... Control..."
I look at abeer and he shakes his head before getting up and moving upstairs.
"I hope he didn't trouble you..." Madhvi mom said.
"Nope... Not at all... You have raised him very well..." I replied and then bit my tongue, wondering what did I say and why...
"I know... I'm proud of my abeera..."
"Abeera...??" I ask.
"Don't tell him I called him that in front of you..."
"Haha... OK... Promise..."
Abeera... Well that's interesting... Grinning from ear to ear I sit there with mom, ready to tell my honeymoon stories... Censored version ofcourse.
The next day, I unpacked my luggage and arranged my stuff. Unpacking is the most b boring job of all you know... I wouldn't have done it but now I have to do it. Last night when I walked in, hubby malhotra had already unpacked his luggage and was fast asleep. How foolish to me to thought that I would sit with him and talk. He wasn't interested in talking. It was pretty clear but we can't go on like this forever. I'm his lawfully wedded wife and we have rto talk. Because that's the least we can do... Baki toh humare beech kuch ho nahi sakta hai... Neither he loves, nor do I... He wants me but I don't... So basically we are struck up together until he gets what he wants and by the way he isn't getting it...
After getting bored to death, I came up with a plan. A plan to get his attention. If not attention, then a reaction. Life is too boring otherwise you know.
Abeer's POV
A day away from my so called wife. What a pleasure...!!! But that doesn't mean office is fun... It's tiring... And now after days of lazing around, it seems all the more tiring and hectic... Work load... Its so tough to survive these days you know... I reach home and slowly walked up to my bedroom... I enter the room and hope she is not here, I don't want to talk to her right now.
"You are home..."
She says coming outside from the bathroom and I sigh. See... That's my phooti kismat... Think of the devil and the devil apears.
I turn around, facing the wardrobe when something caught my attention. There was a photograph of mine on the wall and... How dare she..?? I look around the room and she gets on my nerve...
"You did that...???" I ask her in annoyance, still keeping my tone in check.
"You liked it...??"
"How dare you...??? How dare you remove my photographs from MY bedroom... And worse you replace it with yours... Why in the hell did you do that...?? And how can you think you can make changes to my bedroom without my consent... ???" I tell her, my voice now cold.
"First of all I did that because I wasn't interested in the 'welcome to Abeer's world' theme... Second of all this bedroom is not only yours... Its mine as well... And third of all... I legally own everything here... So I can make whatever changes I want..." She replied and crossed her arms.
Look at the guts of this woman...
Meher's POV
Thank god... Thank god this idea popped into my mind and I replaced his pictures with mine... I was already bored of seeing him all day and now back at home, all our bedroom displayed was Mr. Abeer Malhotra... The supermodel... The hot hunk... But seriously there is a reason behind all this... A very simple reason... I'm bored... He isn't talking to me... Forget talking... He isn't planning, plotting or even teasing me... How can I go on with nothing of that sort... I wanted a reaction from him and now gladly I'm getting it... Something is better than nothing... Optimistic me... Wink wink...
He is super angry right now but I'm loving it... Reaction reaction... I missed your reactions hubby malhotra... Welcome back...
"How dare you...??? How dare you remove my photographs from MY bedroom... And worse you replace it with yours... Why in the hell did you do that...?? And how can you think you can make changes to my bedroom without my consent... ???"
Ohh hoo... Temperature jyada badh raha hai... Never mind... Main hoon na... Haha... Time to remind you something baby...
"First of all I did that because I wasn't interested in the 'welcome to Abeer's world' theme... Second of all this bedroom is not only yours... Its mine as well... And third of all... I legally own everything here... So I can make whatever changes I want..." I tell him and cross my arms. I smirk but I think it went unnoticed.
He takes a deep breath and turns around. Again..?? Ohh hello... Oo hero... It isn't over... Cmon abeer, where is your fighting spirit... Thande ho gya ho tum toh... Why...???
"Why are you quiet now...?? Say something..." I try to instigate him.
Talk to me please... Else I will go mad... Cmon... One two three... Cmon... Show me what you got... Honnneeyyy... Please...
"What do you want to hear...??" He asked me and I'm relieved now.
We are talking and he is getting into form.
"Truth..." I reply, not quite sure what I want to hear right now.
"So the truth is I hate being around you... When I'm effing hating your presence in my own f**king bedroom... Can you wonder with how much difficulty I'm talking to you.. Or even looking at your face... I'm sick and tired of you... Why can you just go...??"
I froze when his words sink in. The venom in his voice makes me feel ridiculous and I'm unable to react...
"Well you wouldn't go... I know... You bloody own everything here... This house... The business... The property... This room... This furniture... But not me... I'm not a piece oif furniture... So its me who has to walk out..." He utters.
"No.. Its not like that..." I whisper, tears starting to pool in my eyes and hands already sweating.
"It is like that... You think the world revolves around you... Dont you...??? You are now hell bent on irritating me... Given your original plan of making me fall for you failed terribly... What is your problem by the way...?? What...?? Can't you just let me be...??? From the day I married you, I regret the very moment I laid eyes on you... The day I met you after years... I'm regretting my decision of marrying you... You have made my life hell... Pehle mera sab kuch cheen liya... Ab chain aur sukoon baki tha, woh bhi cheen lo... Jo Lena hai le lo... Par mera peecha chod do please... Chali jao meri zindagi se... Chali jao... I lose... Go away..." He says folding his hands in front of me.
I can't believe he hates me so much... So much that it hurts... He hates me from the core of his heart... He is regretting every single minute we spent together... He is unhappy...
I turn around, my back facing him, and the tears roll down my cheeks...
Its painful... Its so damn painful to know that the one who loved you with everything he had, now hates you from the bottom of his heart... The one who was once overjoyed with your company is now disgusted by your mere presence... The once who used to pour his heart out to you, now has walls around his heart - not letting you in. Not even for once... Once he wanted me and now he doesn't... He doesn't wants me in his life... He doesn't want me; when once he wanted nothing more than me... He wants me to go away... How can I when I'm married to him...??
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