I stayed in the room for the entire day. I'm not saying that life is boring or I'm not happy, I just miss a huge part of my life which was with them.
My arms are crossed over my chest as I stare at the clock. It's dinner time. Unable to stop the nervous gesture, I keep drumming my fingers on my upper arm.
I don't know. What will I do here? I've no aim.
I sigh as I push myself up and move toward the open door. Yuvaan didn't come into the room for once, he had given me the demanding space or he didn't know how to deal with a sad and crying girl.
I reach the hall. I wasn't late for dinner. Yuvaan is going to sit when he sights me and halts. I'm feeling like an alien. Anyway, I walked in.
Yuvaan pulls the chair out for me. I
I allow my eyes to adjust to the early morning glow until I can see clearly. My eyes fell on the right side of the bed. It's crinkled but also cold. I didn't realize. When did he come and go into the room? I rub my eyes. I lean back on the pillow and stare at the closed door blankly. No thought stuck in my mind, but I'm expecting him to walk through the door. I sigh slowly and exhale heavily. Last night's conversation flashes before my eyes. I blink and push it away. I hurry toward the washroom and grab the toothbrush. Sometimes I feel. I don't stand a chance if it weren't our marriage. We haven't met, we haven't spent so much time together. Life seems meaningless without him. &nb
I look at the waves, trying to approach me and touching my feet and then return to repeat it. I couldn't take my husband's words off for a second. He was looking uncertain about only one thing when we signed the papers. About Parting Us! It would come like this. That wasn't in my mind. He surprised me with his actions and determination. He's the only man on this earth who can make me obey. That's not my choice. I never let a man rule me. I believe in teamwork. Not dominate! The true side is, he dominates me in different ways where I go according to him without feeling dominant. Hit me. I deserve a slap on my nape. He makes me do this, his things. I'm scared now. This wasn't supposed to be like this. Or I like it this way. Yes, I do.
I've noticed he goes out at this time, comes back exhausted and unsatisfied with the waves on his face. When he comes back home after an hour. He undressed himself and pulled me to his chest. ' How long? ' Sometimes, he whispered in my ear before falling asleep. I put my step out of the bed. I've already booked a cab to chase his car. I tiptoed behind him from a safe distance. I run bare feet. His car is waiting in front of the door. He buttons his coat and steps into the car. My bodyguard wasn't out on duty today. It's a big relief. I ran out of the house and got in the cab, " Follow that car." I asked the driver. The driver nods his head and follows his car. Within a few minutes, the car
I wake up with confusion and an unbearable headache. My tongue is feeling hot to me, my throat is feeling dry. A lot of questions are hovering in my mind. Tears well in my eyes as last night's memories flash before my eyes. I allow my tears to slip down. My chest tightens. My throat chokes. I hug my knees and throw my head over them. My body is shaking with the effect of crying. After several minutes, I forced myself out of the bed. I walk into the closet with tearful eyes, still crying. I pick grey jeans and a pink top. I quickly take a shower. I stare at my reflection. I'm looking horrible with all the crying and swollen eyes. I gather my money and some gold's jewellery in case I need to sell them. I
She's soft-hearted and docile only when it's fitting in her rules and It's not ruining her freedom. I've made vows to keep her happy, love her, worship her body. She's mine. There is no hell, which can take away what's mine. She has no right to make decisions regarding our wedding. I wanted to crush the divorce papers into a hundred pieces. I burnt them to ashes. I stifle my anger and continue with my stern expression. She isn't capable of enduring more, not my fury. I did all this to bring her this side. I need to know. Does she feel the same? She does! I keep my eyes on her. She's looking relieved. The burning of it is giving her assurance, assuagement. She's lookin
I ignore making any unpleasant mistake that could pull his anger toward me. It still terrifies me when I recall it. I wanna see it myself, is the advocate fine? He's not dead, right? I grab the phone and shove some cash in my purse. I scroll out of the house. Kadam blocks my path. There is a five feet' gap between us. I'm not scared of him. I don't know what kind of instructions my husband has given to him after yesterday. He's wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. He's so tall, taller than my husband and the broadest shoulder I've ever seen. His posture is definitely scary. The determination in my mind that he won't hurt me doesn't let me feel fear. He could tear anyone easily as it's an easy task, but he won't do it. " You can't allow yourself to be alone out of home, ma
I'm considering returning to our room after lunch. I don't want them to pull another experiment on me. I want a peaceful day for myself. I'm lazy today. I'm missing them. We've only exchanged a few messages since the morning. I kept my distance from my phone today. It doesn't seem nicer to disturb them. I glance at my wrist closely while climbing the stairs. My heart gives a loud thunder, my eyes widen as I don't watch my step and I'm going to slip from the stairs. I miss one step and glide on the nook of it. Two strong arms clutch me. My breath comes in short gasps as I glance at his poker face with big eyes. He was walking so silently I didn't realize he was following me. He keeps ascending the stairs, still hoisting me up in his arms. I blink several ti
I can't help the stupid grin spreading on my lips. I stride at the door of our room in my black gown, my wavy hair spread on my shoulders. He didn't tell me. Where are we going? I'm nervous. Will he kiss me again? I feel butterflies again. I need to read some romantic books. I wanna do something for my husband. Something especial) My phone pings. I whirl and hurry at the table. I bend down and pick it up. His message pops on the screen. He's waiting outside. I bend again to pick my clutch. I stride at the door and drop my phone in it while walking. I don't know. Will he approve of my look or not? I want it, yes. I release a nervous breath when I bring myself to a halt in front o