26. Virat
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
I had not been more dependent ever in my life than the way I was dependent on Virat.In a count of a few days, I followed him without a doubt.I looked up at him for answers I wouldn't find.I would seek his intervention every time I felt out of place.I would let him guide me to wherever he wanted without a hesitation.I had always been rational with my emotions, I had taken sufficient time before letting people be a part of my life but with Virat, it was all new and different.I trusted him without a single query, with all my senses and heart, with blind eyes.It was not because he was my husband and I was ought to but it was for the way he had earned it so easily, so sleekly.He had rescued me every time from the verge of shame and humiliation.He had married me despite know
I frowned, deciding upon the pattern I wanted my footwear to be arranged in.My clothes were already out of the bags, well kept in the wardrobes. Virat had emptied a significant portion of his closet for me and no matter how slow and good efforts I had put in, it hadn't taken me more than three days to get it ready for myself.After that night, he hadn't mentioned the other room. Infact, he appeared apologetic about it, considering how my luggage was already in his room when I woke up or how he helped me get comfortable in his bedroom.He didn't speak about it, ofcourse; it was all what I was thinking.
I was at conflict with myself, unable to decide whether household chores weren't that boring and mundane as everybody showed them to be or it was just me, who was entirely jobless and could find nothing more entertaining.If you just pause for a second or two and look how your life had begun and where it had come, it would only leave you amazed. Amazed everyday, your whole life. I never thought I would ever engage myself in kitchen or would do the tits and bits of home making by my own will.It never crossed my mind,
I stared outside the door-window, leaning against the wall, my hands folded against my chest.It was early evening, the sky was cloudy, the blowing wind cool enough to soothe everything it touched.The garden had become appreciably greener than the previous month, marking the nearing of Spring. Though the atmosphere was still cold in general, making one want to hide and cuddle under the blanket.I sighed reflexively, rubbing my skin to keep myself warm. It was what I could do, considering I had nothing else to work upon.
I scrunched my closed eyes, my eyelids feeling heavy with sleep, my muscles numb and tired of lying down.I partly opened them but the bright room lights made me squint and shut them immediately.Back in my mind, I knew I saw Virat and the realisation of his presence warmed my heart and relaxed my limbs." Good evening." He whispered in his deep voice as I looked up at him lightly, his eyes fixed on me.I smiled lazily, pressing the blanket against my chest.His body was facing me, one of his leg caught between mine under the duvet sprawled over us and my right hand holding his besides the pillow." Sorry." I murmured unapologetically, finding him stare at our entangled palms.He chuckled, biting hi
I steadily walked into the pool area, my hands folded across my chest, my eyes heavy with sleep, my heart fraught with an awkward pain.It was dimly lit, only a few lamps opened.The sky above was still dark and cloudy.It was quite an early morning, barely five.I sat on the pool chair, anticipating Virat to look out of the water.It had been more than three weeks since we had bounced back to square one.That night of Asher's birthday, he had said that he was okay with me but he had lied. He was not.He had become undeniably quiet and lost since that day as if he was fighting a battle of his own which I had no clue about.It was true that we hadn't got time as well because he had been on constant flight