20. Virat
"Sshh, no." I whispered as sweetly as I could but even my most melodious voice seemed to had no effect on her.
Hinaaya whimpered nevertheless.
I hated children and there was a reason to it, their constant nagging. It was so hard to understand anybody by the sound of their cries and I wasn't God at all.
I had no clue what Hinaaya needed and I gradually felt more and more annoyed.
I made funny faces, I bounced and circled her but she was adamant just like her mother.
I wondered
21. Flashback"You have no clue Aunty.." I shook my head, slipping into a more lazy position. "He troubles me so much during Ramadan." I complained, staring at Asher through the rear view mirror.He chuckled at my accusation as if I was a child crying about her silly friend." I know beta.." She jabbered, turning back to me, her face showing how much she had to speak on the topic."Which is why I'm so grateful to have you. I'm okay in Ramadan because I know, you are with my dork." She smiled at me sweetly." Ab aisa bhi nahi hai Ammi, mere bilkul nakhre nahi hain?" Asher piped in, stealing a glance at me.It made my heart flutter. His gaze always did. The way he looked at me in the crowd, secretively yet so intensely as if he could see my soul made me feel butterflies." Yeah, ofco
22. Aira"Thank god, we escaped." I laughed burying my face in my palms.Virat smiled at me warmly, his eyes twinkling with his transparency. "You should laugh often, that crying face doesn't suit you."I simpered, staring at him. It hurt diving deep into his eyes, through his hopes, his pride, his joys knowing I could break them all in a second. I had began feeling a real-strange attachment with him. A delicate connection built on lies and half truths yet a connection which my heart had started finding sacred. It was far from love and friendship yet I felt owned by him in a certain way. A way that seemed pure and a way
23. AiraThe air was colder than what I had ever felt with a silence that screamed of our heart-break, our melancholy.I stared at the thin fabric of the grey sweater I was wearing. I had to wear it because Asher wasn't there to make me feel warm all day.I realised I had to start wearing woollens myself because Asher was no longer gonna be there to take care of my antiques.Life was changing rapidly. With every breath of mine, I was losing more of Asher, I was breaking more than before and I was morphing more into nothingness.My hands were filled with bangles, red and white. They symbolised the new beginning I was going to have with Virat from tomorrow but I wondered how it would be without me?I was no more Aira, I was no more myself. I was lost and I had no chase of it.I had no clue if I cou
24. ViratOur breaths were heavy. The day had been more eventful than what I had expected it to be. I stared at her smile. It was different yet it was so similar. It was like the way she smiled when she was genuinely happy. Like the way she used to smile when we were together.I hadn't seen her smile from her heart lately but today she did and it certainly felt good. I had heard her saying she missed me, she had even confessed that she no more felt like before. She could no more be carefree and joyful. She said now her heart always felt incomplete
25. AiraI could explode. I could burst.I wished I could go numb for a day or two; or better faint or best die.There was so much to feel, to contemplate, to understand.I wasn't just shocked to see Esha so close to Virat but I was disgusted somehow.The idea of Virat almost touching her was so ridiculous but what was more revolting was the fact that it enraged me and I felt hurt somewhere.I thought it was okay, Virat doing anything with his life. We were yet to promise each other of love and trust but all my walls shattered in a mili second when I saw the
26. ViratI could feel my nerves wrack, blood boil, heart throb, breath spasmodic.I felt hurt, I felt angry, I felt shocked, I felt conflicted; all in different proportions at different seconds.I didn't love her but I had liked her from the core of my heart that it was inevitable to feel the pain.I was utterly shook when I had noticed those hickeys on her collar bone. They were so fresh that my senses had screwed at the mere sight but my heart, it didn't trust my eyes.Never in my dreams I had thought she could do anything like that to me?But she betrayed me so easily, so finely, so smoothly.Fuck, I had thought she could never even think of harming anybody but she had carved a disaster for me willingly.
27. Aira Asher, what happened to us? Asher what happened with us? When did we get so unlucky? When did we become so sinful? When did we become so ill fortunate that we couldn't even get each other? Asher what did I do? Asher how could I? Why did our family did this to us? Why Asher? Why?
MARRIED LIFE OF VIRAT AND AIRAIt had not even been a complete day yet so much had transformed about my life in a few hours.I had become someone's wife, someone else's daughter, someone else's sister without any realisation.I was no more just Aira, but Aira Virat Kohli.It felt strange, being in Delhi, in his bedroom as his wife but more than that I felt exhausted and tired.My eyes were droopy, barely opening; my stomach hungry but still ready to retch and my limbs just lifeless.It all had been more eventful than what I had thought it to be.I had no time to spare, not even for my own heart, to feel if it was beating alright.Soon after the vows, we had taken a direct flight from Udaipur to Delhi for the remaining rituals that were meant to be performed a