Heartbreaker Wife

RainaThere is a thing about butterflies, they use the colors on their wings to attract potential mates. Isn't it wonderful that I do the same? But the only difference between me and butterfly is that my attraction lands me in trouble. I stared into my reflection in the mirror, to others I look like a beautiful butterfly with my long straight brown hair cascading down to my hips, my leaf-like hazel green eyes, and my pink-dewy skin tone. I look colorful but my life is shadowed by darkness.I grab the mascara from the dressing table and coated my eyelashes with it making them pop. I started braiding my hair. No one would believe that I am the same Raina I was two years ago. The only difference is she was lively, she had dreams, and she used to feel like a true butterfly who wanted to fly high in the sky. And now I am just a shallow person whose wings are broken. My heart and my soul is wounded.But I bought it upon myself. Only if I acted with maturity than I wouldn't be sitting in fro

AgastyaThe car came to the halt in front of my apartment. Finally, I heaved a relaxed sigh. "We have reached," I say and unlocked the car door and opened it. I stepped out of the car and started walking towards my home. Which was still decorated in all shimmery fairy lights and flowers.I unlocked the door and stepped inside the home. At least, the insides look normal. My home is small with two rooms on the first floor and three on the ground. But it does have all the luxorious along with maroon mahogany furniture. "Our home is pretty". I gulped as I heard her sweet voice. Our home. About two years ago I saw the dream that one day I will have my own home with the woman I love. That will be ours. And unfortunately, that dream came true today. Only this time I didn't want to share this home with her. If it wasn't for her mother who almost begged me to marry her daughter I would have never married the woman who broke me first.I climbed the stairs and walked to my room. I pick out my n

~Raina~A week ago I had the feeling, that my husband could possibly have feelings for me. But oh boy, how wrong I was. My husband is still the Doctor grumpy Murad who doesn't give a shit about what I do.He didn't even tell me to make him breakfast again because I didn't make him for the first day. Back at home, I have never even turned on the gas how could I make something here? I don't know about household work."Don't think too much, Raina. One day you will make my Gus happy by making his favorite food" my mother-in-law says and blew air on the spoon and then gave it to me to taste.The hot spicy taste of sause burst on my taste buds. "Hmm, it's tasty mummy". I say and my mother-in-law smiled at me and got back to her work.Today, some of the international doctors are coming to Agastya's home for dinner, and my husband dearest has asked my mother-in-law for help because his wife is not capable enough. And, sadly it's true."You go get ready, and wear something in green, it's Gus's

Raina~ I swim across the pool, swinging my hands and flapping my legs in the water, the chill breeze along with cold water splashed over my face from time to time, giving me the perfect release for dopamine.Night swimming is a good stress reliever, the relaxation it gives in your body and mind is just commendable. I took a long breath and ducked into the water, holding my breath I let myself free, free of any motion and movement. I closed my eyes as I float, it's so serene out here, away from the chaos of my life. Away from the painful memories, away from him. It may be temporary, but sometimes temporary is the only thing that works in your life, this short period gives you, a hefty amount of time to think about the future, for your dreams.But alas! I think I don't even deserve that, I swam to the edge of the pool as I felt him dipping in. I felt him swim past me, the splash of water from his movement touched my back. I stood there, drinking my avocado and berries smoothie, he d

Raina~ I have never been a natural girl, all I do is try, try, and try. A lot of people judge me for who I am or the way I am. They say, whatever happened to me was my mistake and it should have made me sensible and mature now. But to their discontent, it made me more obnoxious and boastful. I think sadness is the only real thing in my life that exists and every other thing is an illusion. The way I have adopted sadness into every pore of my body and soul, I don't think any sort of happiness could remove it. Even though I do try to change and be good but it all goes into vain, so why try either? It's not like my efforts would make any dent in Agastya's hatred for me. He will always and forever hate me with every fiber of his body. Damn, he can't even bear to see my face. For the past two weeks, since he has come to his home, he has denied to see me. He leave for the hospital, before I wake up, he eat his dinner in his room, it feels like even the existence of my name make him re