LOGINROSE
“Are you not coming back to work?” Monica asked from beside me where we both were lying on the bed and watching the reruns of Friends. My hand was half way to my mouth, I was about to pop up some more chips into my mouth when her question registered. I put the chips back in the bowl as I pursed my lips and tried to think of an eligible answer. In truth, I really didn’t want to sit at home and wallow in self pity. It has been ten days since my short trip to hospital and I had learned my lesson, or at least I thought that I had, except at night when I was alone in the darkness of my room. Shaking my head, I replied, “No, I’m not going to come back to office.” When Monica started to open her mouth, no doubt to give me a lecture about how I couldn’t waste my life because of him and all, because she had already done that with Natasha by her side. Yeah, now my best friend knew too what a heartbroken mess I was. “Actually, I have decided to look for something else to do. Don't worry, I'm not going to sit here and mope around as you have pointed out so many times.” She nodded once and then both of our attention was on the television as Ross said for the fifth time on the screen, 'I am fine'. We laughed, only to pause the show and look at each other when the doorbell rang. “I’ll check.” Monica said, going out of the bedroom. I heard her talking to the person on the other side, then she yelled my name. “Rose!!” “Coming..!” As I approached her, I saw the mailman standing at the door, my eyebrows went up on my forehead as I tried to think who'd send something for me. “Are you Miss Rose Kapoor?” The mailman asked. “It’s Mrs.” I murmured before I could stop myself. I ignored Monica's telling glance and took the paper the mailman was holding out for me with the pen to sign on it. I was vaguely aware of my friend’s stare. It was the seventh time I’d admitted to myself and reminded to people around me that I was married because for me everything that had happened between Ryan and me was real. Even the vows we had taken. The first time I had said and signed my name as Mrs. Rose Kapoor Johnson was when I had got discharged from the hospital. My musings cut short as the man placed a small box in my hands. “Thank you,” I said as Monica pulled the door shut. “Who is it from?” “It’s…” I stopped short as I read the name on the parcel. I swallowed as I replied, “It’s from Arjun.” There was an anticipatory silence as we both settled on the living room sofa and I place the box between us. “Aren’t you going to open it?” Monica asked when I just kept looking at it. “Yeah. May be.” I looked up to meet her eyes. “I don’t know?” “Oh, Rose, just open it.” She admonished and I could see the same hope in her eyes that I felt. I hadn’t talked to Arjun since he had left with Ryan. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to talk to him. He had promised to be there for me if I needed him. And, he hadn’t even given me a heads-up about them leaving so abruptly. I almost hated him for that. With shaky fingers I decided to open it. I didn't know what I expected but I wasn't ready for what I got. There was a plain black cap with NY written on it in white bold letters and then there was another small velvet box beside it. The velvet box reminded me of something else, but the monogram of Tiffany on it told me that it was definitely some kind of jewellery this time. When I opened the box I was greeted with the most stunning bracelet I had even seen. It looked so beautiful and delicate. When I pulled it out of the box, my breath caught as I watched it in light and how the grey gemstones sparkled on it. In a sudden light they almost looked like the very grey pools that had drowned me. “There’s a note.” I looked up from my perusal and picked out the note that Monica was talking about. __ “Hey Beautiful, How you doing? I hope that now I am not there to take most of your time, you are going to live your life. And, I want that, Rose, as your brother and as your friend, I want you to be happy. I know you must be angry but believe me if I could've changed it, I would’ve. It's not my place to apologise to you but still I’d really love it that my little sis will forgive me and take these small offerings from me. Please wear them both for me. I’d know if you’re not wearing them (big brother sense) and I’d think that you hadn’t forgiven me. And, I’m still here, whenever you want something or if you just want to talk, I am your bitch!! I love you Arjun __ “Rose?” “Mmm...?” “Rose!?” Monica shook me, her hand on my shoulder. When I looked up from the paper I was reading, I couldn't see her clearly and realised that I was crying, again. “Are you okay?” I smiled through my tears. Nodding, I replied, “Yeah, all good. I am fine.” “You’re crying. You know that, right?” She looked at me like I had gone crazy. May be, I had. “It’s nothing. It’s just from Arjun. Here...” I held out the letter to her as I said, “Read it, if you want to.” Monica took the letter from me but my attention was already on the bracelet that now I was fastening on my wrist. The cold metal sent a new kind of sensation against my skin, and as I looked at the jewellery in my hand I felt near to him. I knew it was almost pathetic, but for me it was just teeny tiny bit of a happy feeling that I wanted to cherish. “I think I’d take your brother up on the offer he'd given me," I said over my shoulder as I made my way toward my bedroom, adjusting the cap on my head. “You want to do that!!” Monica yelled, surprised, from behind me. “Until yesterday you didn’t want to even get out of your bed.” I slumped down on the bed on my back as I gauzed Monica’s reaction, she was truly amazed. Because, the truth was that she wasn’t wrong in her shock. - The day I got discharged from the hospital I hadn’t wanted to go back to our apartment so Monica had offered me to live with her and I had accepted, provided that I’d pay my half of the rent. And, since then, I was cooped up in the guest room, now my new bedroom, in her apartment. It had taken three whole days for my body to function properly, and I was still popping the pills that Michael had insisted that I needed. On the fifth day, he had come to visit. And, the moment he had entered my room he had started talking about how incompetent his employees were. And, how lazy his secretary was, how foolish his manager was. I wasn’t sure what he was blabbing about until he had said, “I was thinking if you'd like to take the position for the manager?” When I had looked at him with surprised astonishment. He had quickly added, “You don't even have to come on the floor where the bars are. You'll get your own office and stuff…” He had trailed off seeing my expression. “You don’t want to? Or you’re not ready?” "I don't want to. And, I don't think I'll ever be ready." "Rose, you can’t spend all your days holed up in your room watching Friends!" I was saved by the front door slamming shut as Monica had entered into the apartment, bellowing, “Micky, how many times do I have to tell you not to park your car in my lot!!” They both had gotten busy to argue about it and I had gone to sleep. _ Now coning back to the conversation I was having, I looked at Monica and replied, "Until yesterday, I didn’t want to be happy." Maybe, I'll try to live again. I'll take Michael's offer and take the managing job at his club. “Now you do?” She sounded and looked confused, even I was a little confused with the way my emotions were running high one moment and dormant the other. “What? You don’t want me to?” I asked, with my brows raised. “Of course, I do.” She replied quickly, afraid that I’d change my mind. She was so transparent and I loved that about her. “Then, it’s settled. Tell your brother to be prepared to take my interview.” Thank god, she turned away and walked out because as soon as I said those words a loud sob escaped my lips remembering the last interview I had given. I buried my face in the pillow as I cried harder. Guess what, I wasn’t happy after all. But, I’ll get there. I hope so. I will have to. Right? ____ A. GuptaRYANWhen I woke up, it took a minute for my brain to catch up, to piece together the chaos of last night.And another full minute to remember that, after the argument, I had walked out on my wife.Deciding I would fix this with a level head, I turned toward the empty space beside me… and froze.Two rings sat neatly on the pillow.My breath punched out of my lungs, and I bolted upright, cursing every foul word I knew. The bathroom door stood open, letting me know there was no sign of her inside it.Panic flooded me.Still, my heart beating so fast that I thought it would fail any moment, I called out for her, “Rose… Rose?” Silence was my only answer. I threw the sheets off and looked down at myself, realizing I was undressed. The memory hit hard, the way she’d helped me into bed, crying and apologizing, checking if I was okay. The way I’d repaid her kindness… with cruelty.“Why? Why? Tell me, why did you act like a… like a whore…” Those words echoed in my head like poison.I dragged
ROSE When I entered the room the nurse had pointed out, I spotted Ana immediately. She was the only one there. The room itself looked nothing like a hospital, more like a high end hotel suite. All polished wood, soft lighting, and white curtains fluttering near the window. Whoever her father was, he wasn’t just well-off… he was powerful. Ana sat on the bed, talking animatedly into a phone, while a woman, probably her nurse, sat on the sofa by the far wall, gazing absently out the window. Her pale face and tired eyes told me she hadn’t slept in a while. But when her gaze shifted and met mine, her expression changed. Her lips curved into a warm smile, surprise flashing across her eyes. “Daddy, I’ll talk to you later. Come soon.” Ana’s face lit up, and she ended the call. “Love you too.” Then she looked at me and her entire face bloomed with delight. “You came!” I smiled and crossed to her side. “Of course, I came,” I said softly, sitting beside her. My hand found her h
ROSE Well… being the wife of a billionaire had its perks. One phone call, that’s all it took. A car arrived at the hotel, whisked me away to the nearest airport, and an hour later I was airborne, flying back to New York. I didn’t let myself think about what my over-controlling husband would do when he woke up to find me gone. He’d be worried first, because for all his irritating, obsessive asshole tendencies, Ryan loved me too much not to care. Then he’d be angry. Very angry. So instead of thinking about my husband I let sleep claim me. I slept in one of the leather chairs near the windows when the bedroom was only just few feet away. Because I couldn’t bring myself to lie in that bed as last time I was in it my husband wasn’t angry and accusing me, instead, he had his arms around me and was whispering soft loving words to me as I had slept, pressed naked to his body. I woke with a jolt. The flight attendant — Jen, I remembered, stood in front of me, smiling kindly. “Ma’am, we
ROSE I woke up to a commotion outside the bedroom. When I padded to the door I heard a male voice, an unknown male voice. For a moment I just stood there frozen wondering what to do and then I heard the familiar drawl voice of my husband, but it was off-kilter. Without wasting another second, worrying that he might have hurt himself, I ran back to the bed and tugged the blanket to wrap around myself before I unlocked the bedroom door and stepped out. The man I had seen on the front desk was trying to… trying to support my husband as he stumbled inside through the suite door. When the man saw me, he hesitated for a moment. I sighed, taking pity on the man, “Thank you, for your assistance.” “No problem, mam. Call the front desk if you need anything.” He looked from my husband, who was currently picking up the silver domes from the trolley to peek underneath them, to me. “Can I help you with…” He trailed off. “Thank you, but I’ll manage.” I replied. “Hmmm… She willl…” My husban
RYAN “It happened when my come was still warm inside you.” I was being vulgar, but I didn’t care. All I felt in that moment was the betrayal by the one woman that I’d have given my life for. She turned around, her face composed in a calm exterior or at least she tried to, but her eyes betrayed her true emotions. She was hurt by my crude words, she was angry and in pain. And I was too. I was on the verge of breaking down. Still, I kept on as if I had a death wish because I knew after this she’d hate me and even I’d hate myself. “Tell me, is it even mine?” What the fuck I was saying? I couldn’t even control the fucking shit that was leaving my mouth. And as soon as those words left me, I already regretted them. It was a low blow, no matter what she had done. She reacted as if I had slapped her. Her eyes turned cold. And her hand went to her stomach as if to protect the baby from me. As if I’d hurt our baby. Yeah, I was furious but I knew that it was my baby inside her
ROSE Ignoring the chilling expression on Ryan’s face, I stepped forward, hands out as though I were trying to tame a wild animal. “Ryan…” I whispered. His gaze dropped to my trembling hands. His lips curved upward, not in amusement, but in warning. A lion ready to pounce, not to kill, but to play with his prey, claw by claw. His eyes, flat and vacant, pinned me in place as he demanded, "Did you touch him?” I froze mid-step. His voice wasn’t angry, he almost sounded curious, but the fire in his grey eyes told me better. He stepped forward, not close enough to touch, but near enough to sear me with his rage. “Ryan, plea—” “Shh.” He pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. His gaze followed the line of his own touch before he snatched his hand back like he’d been burned. His voice dropped. “Did you kiss him too?” “Ryan, please, just listen to me—” I tried to close the space between us, but he recoiled from me as though my presence alone disgusted him. “No.” His







