I stare down at my family. I don't wanna leave. He won't allow me to spend some days with my parents. Sas and Saavi, my sisters are still waving at me.
The energy in the helicopter was weird. I kept quiet and kept my eyes out of the window. I thanked the green pills that I took this morning. It kept me asleep during the whole ride.
I don't wanna know. Is he still upset, angry with me? Walking down the stairs, I'm feeling the same sense of dread. There's something off about him, I don't know. He wants to hear all of it from me. As I refused to say anything. Aasif would have done this part.
I'm frightened he would begin this topic again. It's hard to believe he hasn't scolded me over it. But it's true.
His gaze was ice cold. I was sure he'd press his thumb over my
I dolled up in a cream, yellow and green floral long dress, wavy hair and pink lips. I'm afraid something bad will happen. I've never attended a function out of the family. I turn toward the door. Yuvaan has signed a contract before our wedding with an American businessman. He's coming home after a few minutes. I'm nervous. I'm not perfect at speaking his language. I stop reaching in the hall. He's looking so handsome in one of his black suits. I mostly have sighted black branded suits in his cupboard. He is talking to a new man, I haven't seen him before. The man says something to Yuvaan beholding me. Yuvaan turns to face me and dismisses him instantly. When I'm sure, it's only the two of us. I spin on my high heels, " Is this perfect? " I glance up at him, res
I stare at the hall in resentment. My husband promised me last night that we'd go to see decorations. I still don't know anything. My sisters are asking me. I don't know anything. I take a long deep breath and tuck my hair behind my ear. The medicines are good, it has accelerated my healing power. My neck is feeling better. I'm thankful that it wasn't so deep otherwise I would have to put the neck-brace around my neck. " What are you doing on the ground?" I shiver with a sudden commanding voice. I swivel my neck and stare at him, " You said ' We'll go.' " I turn back to stare at the roof. It's marvellous with hanging chandeliers and curved patterns on it. " I wanna keep it a surprise for you." He extends his hand toward me. &n
Our mothers are already downstairs. They're cooking lunch for us. I can bet, my family must have insisted on staying in a hotel. I know my husband very well. They couldn't have turned off his words. "What did they do to him?" I ask her. "I don't know. Raheema doesn't wanna stay. Aaliya doesn't want to go with her mother. Ammi was worried about her health. So Aaliya is continuing her study in London. Ammi will join us at reception. I hope you don't mind." She says. "Not at all. I like your mother-in-law, " I smile. "Me too," Sas giggles. I smile fully. Finally, she's glad. There's no fear in her eyes. I stride toward the stairs with Sas. Sapphire is standing near the rail
I stare out of the window at the library. I couldn't eat my food. My family merges it into my diet as it's my reception next night. Yuvaan said he'd come before dinner. But he wasn't there. What could be more important than his words to me? Though, he hasn't promised me anything. Our Reception! Is he arranging the decoration? He has people to do it. I still don't know anything about it. What could be worse than this? Sim and Sas remember the very smallest details of their reception as they're the ones picking everything for the occasion. I'm not comparing. Shouldn't I know about it? He wants to surprise me. I recall his words. Whenever my family member asks me about it I use his words, ' He wanna surprise me. ' They smile back and give me a gleeful look. It sho
He curls his hand around my waist and holds my hand as we dance in the centre of the giant hall. The decoration is mesmerizing. I glance up at the roof, not bothered about where my feet are going. A lot of chandeliers are shining over the roof. There could be hundreds and purple wisteria flowers hanging along with it. I can smell jasmine and Juliet roses in the air. The most decoration is done with these flowers. It wasn't in my mind that my husband would arrange such a grand occasion. While walking through the entrance, I felt like as I've stepped into heaven. One side is decorated with Juliet Roses and Jasmine flowers and on the second side, there's a pond and swans are floating over it. I can see Kadupul flowers and white lotus floating in it. He presses his palm on my back, taking one small step closer. I look into his green eyes, forgetting everything aro
I'm continuously staring at the sky while laying on the mat. There's no sign of the moon but a lot of stars. The cool breeze grazes my skin and I feel goosebumps. The night's temperature is different from the day. Sas rubs her hand over my bare arm to warm it, " I don't wanna do this. Can't you ask your husbands to stop the sun from showing? The day will separate us." Saavi squeezes her hand over my hand. I'm enclosed by Sas and Saavi. Saavi is enclosed by Sim and me. Our parents have already left for home. " Unfortunately, we can't," Sim says. " I hate it." Sas hugs me, her voice is full of sadness. I curl my hand over her arms. My vision gets blurry and I swallow as tears well in my eyes and it slips down my cheeks. Sas wipes her hand ov
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