It has been three months. I didn't dare to step out of this property. It's London. I've built dreams to be in this country with someone else. My mother in law is a kind-hearted lady. She loves me, that makes life easy and happy. My father in law, his eyes remind me of my husband. We played carrom every night after the meal. In the beginning, I lost a lot of games. Now I'm getting a master of it. Last night, I won the game but my father in law was still smiling. He said with a smile that finally, I learnt to play it. I miss my husband. Sometimes, I cry at night when feelings become unbearable. Karan, he never let me miss my brother, Ruu. My friends stopped calling when I stopped to answer them. They didn't visit nor did I. But they sent me messages daily. I'm still upset with them. I'm still upset with my husband. I avoided carrying my phone with me. I can't show in front of mom and dad that I'm upset with their son and we don't talk. W

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

      ' 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 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

        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