The silence seems to echo through the room. I'm staring at my phone. Indeed, I'm stopping myself from going near it. I'm fearing, I'll end up calling my friends or my husband. That's not a good idea. These guilt feelings are going to torment me. I'm already ruining that I raised my hand on Sun. She wouldn't have thought that the second boy would say that to me. Geez! She didn't even know that. But that's not a concern. I'm praying for one thing. That I don't want him to find out about me.
Dread boils up in my stomach, I don't wanna put myself in this kind of situation ever. These walls mark me safe. It affects my in-law that I'm a prisoner in my own room. I'm used to it, Thanks to my mother. I don't want God to give such a horrible mother to anyone on this earth. Strange! She has kept this horrible side of her only for me. I don't wanna imply anything about. I just don't wanna see her face ever.
I inhale deeply for
I wake up when someone coos my name. I peel off my eyes, " Mom, " I draw myself up. Startled! " Good morning, we have a ceremony to attend. Get ready, Suhana. " She put a red plain lehenga with heavy golden embroidery on its hem and sheer dupatta also with heavy embroidery on the mattress. It's a beautiful dress. Don't forget I'm still newlywed. Though my husband is on the ship. I smile. " What ceremony, mom? " I ask in my sleepy tone. " Harleen is getting engaged." She caresses my cheek and leaves the room, " I'm waiting on the dining table. " She says while leaving. I don't know. Is her wedding real Or not? Or she's doing all this to make him jealous. I don't care. I'm certain, my husband is not going anywhere until he knows the dark truth of my life. " Okay, mom. '' I push myself on my
' He has seen me. He has seen me.' It is repeating in my mind. He had ruined my happy life. Where would I go? I keep staring at the ticket. I'm not going back into that hell. I've no friends. My husband knows about my ex. Mom, she didn't try to hear me once. I fish out the phone from my clutch and dial my husband's number. He needs to make her understand. I can't leave my cocoon shell. He has seen me. He'll do anything to make my life hell. I've no one. Where would I go? Tears are already rolling down my cheeks. I'm not care about brushing them away. My chest rises and falls with every breath that leaves my body. I can feel my heart racing when my mind is blocked. I keep looking at my husband's photo. I don't wanna go through a panic attack when I need to be strong. I can't go back to my mother's home. It'll be better if I end up in the street. 
I stare at the platinum band. I bought it for her from my salary. I signed off after completing three months. You can do anything when you're the owner of the company. It's a surprise for her. She won't say it ever. I can see it clearly in her eyes. Feelings are mutual, I want her to forget her past and start the journey of her life with me happily. " Brother, welcome back! " Karan runs at me and puts his arms around my neck tightly. It's the time when he actually behaves like a kid. He's looking sad instead of happy. " You're late, " I strongly dab him on his back. " Sorry, you know, mom. " He pulls his head back and looks at me, " I missed you. " " Miss.... you.... too kiddo!" I smirk. Squaring my shoulders, I throw my bag at him. He catches
I run my hand through my hair in exasperation. I couldn't find her anywhere. If she hasn't boarded the plane. Where could she be? I've tried her number again and again. It's still switched off. I haven't felt empty before. My phone rings. Immediately I answered, " Dad, is she home? " My chest is heaving with fury. My jaw tensed, my teeth grind in the attempt to control my anger as I wait for him to reply. " I'm sending you an address. She must be there. Or they could know. Where's she? " Dad says. I don't have time to ask for the details. I'll ask about it later. First, I want her close to me. Disconnecting the call, I click on the text. I rush to the car out of the airport. " Is she home? " Karan asks. '' I don't know. Dad has sent an ad
I stare at the socks down on my feet. I tap my feet nervously on the floor. It's making a soft sound. I'm not feeling that monster's touch on me anymore. There's another problem. Whenever I see my bare feet, last night flashes before my eyes. That wasn't my intention. I'm feeling strange in a good way after consummating our wedding. I glance at myself in the mirror, where my skater skirt ends on my thighs and my black socks reach them. I shake my head and remove them. I grab high knee shoes. My black top is full sleeves and clings to my body. I put my hair down to hide my curves. It's at least helping. I was planning not to see my husband today. When I woke up he was already draped into a dark suit. It's matching with his hair, giving him a dapper look. He's in his office. Girls must be gawking at him. I thin my lips and grab my purse. I need to distract myself from our last night now.&nb
My husband walks beside me. His hand is resting on my lower back. I get to know him more. Lunch was great with him. He is talking in Spanish on the phone. I know a few words. Now, I don't wanna go home and face his mother. Pretty girls pass through us. My eyes are already on my husband. He gives them barely a second of his attention before he looks straight. I glance at them. They give me a hateful look. I actually smile. I want my husband to be more beautiful than me. I want all eyes on him, but his eyes on me. I purse my lips to hide my smile. He shoves his phone back in his pocket, " I'm driving you home." He says. " No, You have a lot of work in the office," I say to him. The girls are still looking at him for his gaze to turn on them. He sighs in dismay at my response, " Sure? " He asks. " I trust
He attended the dinner with a relaxed expression, but his jaw was slightly tight all the time. I kept my head down, eyes on my plate. Fortunately, Mini was so deep in her thoughts. That she couldn't pay much attention to me. Sippy was looking upset and her phone captured her entire attention. I promised myself to talk about it later. It was my husband, who kept my brain occupied all the time. He's short-tempered. Is he? Something stirred in him yesterday when he couldn't see me where I should be. I stare at his dramatic v-line of the strong body as he comes out of the shower. His one hand is at his side and with the second he is rubbing the towel in his wet hair. He throws the towel at the back of the chair. He looks over me, gradually he covers the gap, his amber eyes caress my body. He lays next to me and curls his strong arm around my stomach. I'm s
I drape myself in a bathrobe and walk out of it. I glance at the red roses over the nightstand. Bare Feet I walk over the marble floor. It's looking cool against my soles. I extend my hand and touch the soft petals. My phone vibrates against the wooden. I gaze at it. Get ready, baby. We're getting late for the function. Mini's text message pops up instantly. I hear the sound of soft giggling. I glance at the hall. Mini is leaning against the wall, " Beautiful roses, " She smirks. I take steps away from it and stride toward the cupboard, " I was just watching them. " I say to her. " Should I help you? " Sippy asks. Last night I almost forgot to talk to her. She is perfectly hiding it behind her smiling face. I'll take her when no one around two of us. I can't make the surroundings for Mini stressful.