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
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