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
" You won." Dhruv announced and I couldn't help but smirk cockily. He raised his hands in defeat, biting his lips. " I usually don't lose."I loved the failed expression on his face. "Maybe because you never debated with a lawyer before."" Correct." He chuckled as I passed on the papers to him." You review it once and tell me what you think." I told him on a serious note." I'll do that ASAP." He nodded with simple smile.
AiraI mashed the potatoes, adding species and salts in various proportions; my entire being restless in the process.I had been doing everything to occupy and busy myself but I couldn't help but feel my eyes sore and heavy.I couldn't help and stop the echo of Virat's harsh words in my ears.I couldn't help and pacify my maimed heart.It all ached my soul, the allegations, the false perceptions, my previously broken heart and my heart breaking again.I just couldn't fathom how shallow and spineless my marriage was.I thought we had become stronger, I thought we had moved past the history but I never realised we were still stuck in the swamp.I was tired of blaming and accusing myself.
I could feel my heart throb insanely as I stood next to the car waiting for Virat.I couldn't believe if it was all happening for real, that we were in actual trouble, that we hadn't talked for the entire three days, that he hadn't cared to pick up my calls or reply to messages.I felt increasingly hollow from within with each passing second, fear and hopelessness clawing me.I couldn't even dare to think of the consequences or foresee our conversation, the idea itself sent shivers down my spine. "Hello." Rohan greeted and I smiled, reciprocating his hug."Hey." I whispered hugging Virat by myself unable to avoid the pale, rigid, mysterious look on his face.