Episode Eighteen
Suman was sitting on the sofa, lost in her reverie when Shravan entered the room. He shuffled the contents of the drawer, looking for something. He glanced at her direction and left with the file he had found.
Suman could not fathom if she should be glad that he had not acted upon his father's demand or that she should be depressed given he had not taken a stand immediately. Even though in her mind, she knew her husband had asked Mr. Malhotra to accept her as his wife but she was afraid. She was afraid what shravan will do if his father really pushed him. What reason had she to believe he had got her back?
Shravan tried to read the content of the file a few more times before finally giving up. His mind was in turmoil. It was a night of too many revelations. First, he had to deal with the demons of his past. His ground had just been shaken. True, what Suman had asked and said was quite possible. He had only known his father's side of the story and there was a possibility that his mother might not have been the culprit throughout. The only culprit, that is.
Had he been the shravan he was a decade ago, he would have be furious, livid and he would go to any length to determine the truth but this shravan was different, or indifferent, he wondered. He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. He ought to figure things out. On his own, he mused.
His mind was a whirlwind with endless questions and no one to ask. His father might have used him all these years and the only evidence he had at the moment was the way he had again used him as a pawn. He wanted shravan to divorce. He had again decided on his own what he thought was best for his son.
That night Shravn did not return to their bedroom and suman's fear grew stronger than ever. She tried to reason shravan's absence but for now she had someone else to think about too. She paced the length of their room, wondering what she could do to keep herself sane.
The next day, suman kept waiting for a call or perhaps a message from shravan, hoping he'd notice her absence at work but he was just too caught up with meetings and a pool of thoughts to entertain.
Suman was not a nave girl. She was intelligent, educated and an independent woman who knew if she had overstayed her welcome but in her haste to leave, she had left behind something very important.
So it was decided in the span of twenty four hours that shravan would not leave suman, even if he wanted to. Not that he did, if truth be told, he was actually getting used to her. He had often looked forward to coming home. It had become a custom to have dinner with her, praise her for her cooking and discuss work over it. He had found her quite productive in not only her area of interest but also in his business dealings. She would often listen to his tactics, share her view and they would both discuss the expansion of saffron or even M & Ns at times. She was considerate, smart and an encouraging partner. And how could he forget she loved him, the thought brought a smile to his lips as he headed to their room. It was perhaps the first time when he had felt what it was like to be loved, to be cared for without even reciprocating the feeling. She had not demanded anything in return, not even the words which Aaliya insisted him to say even if he did not mean it. It made her feel good', she had said but Suman, she was nothing like Aaliya. She was not just any woman.
Because she had loved him, knowing all his faults and demons of past.
Suman had not felt like this in years. This was the worst loss she had ever incurred. She could not stop the tears tumbling down her cheeks, nor could she push the last eight months of her life away from her mind. She was sleep deprived, famished, yet could not manage to eat anything. The nausea made her throw up again. She took another shower to make her feel better but all she did was weep.
If the sound of bursting of bubble could be heard, Shravan was certain it would explode like a nuclear bomb because that was how he felt when he realized his wife had left him. His first thought was out of concern, he was worried about her. He kept calling her but to no avail. She had left without so much as informing him. Her side of the closet was bereft of her belongings. She was gone, just like that.
At first, he thought it might be her idea of getting even with him for marrying her like a business deal but the answer struck him when he was exiting the bathroom, his gaze followed her toiletries and it stopped when he found a white strip lying beside the dustbin. The sign showed positive.
Suman was pregnant with his child and she had escaped knowingly.
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