Raina~ His lips trailed behind my ear, down to my neck as I was standing being wrapped in his arms, facing the beauty our room balcony provides during the evening. Autumn has started to go, the sweet warm, and chill breezes have lessened, instead, sometimes they give harsh child blows. "I can't believe we have been married for three months," I say, in a sweet delight and he hummed on my neck. "So, much has happened in these three months" I spoke out again. And this his chuckle vibrated against my neck "Yeah, I could literally declare my truth lottery" he said and I huffed. He has making these sarcastic and rude remarks, for a time now. I am still sore for two days because that night he did not make love to me, he fucked me the whole night raw and brutally and I even let him. From the results he got, it was clear that there was a kind of drug influence in his bloodstream. But who did it, is still do not know. But one thing I am glad that he wanted me in that situation, Susannah
♡Raina♡The door slide open and I stepped inside, closing it behind me. I heaved a sigh, today was supposed to be a good day but got ruined because of that fucker.I can not believe I would ever see Paul again. But well destiny has other plans for me. It does not leave a single chance to keep me away from the people I hate the most. Sometimes, I feel I am surrounded by enemies all the time. I dropped the paper bags, and blinked my eyes rapidly . I ran toward the man who was sitting on the sofa and jumped over him, straddling his waist, and wrapped my arms around his neck, sniffing his scent. Rosewood and spice."You are back" I whispered, hugging him tightly. Just one touch and he kills all my apprehension. My eyes teared up and I blinked them back. Oh God, I have missed him so much. "Where were you?" he asks, and shivers run down my spine at his distant tone, but I brushed it off. "Shopping had to buy some clothes," I say and untangled my hands from his neck. I grinned "How was t
Raina~A tear trickled down from the corner of my eyes, there was a deep hollow in my heart, this was the feeling I thought I would never feel again but sadly, here it was again. I am angry because destiny is against my happiness, I am sad that my husband still does not trust me enough to know that I would not do such a thing. But I cannot blame him, our marriage was doomed from the start. No matter how much we love one another, we still are far away from that perfect marriage a one should have. Agastya and I have not spoken a word since yesterday. We have slept in different rooms and ate our dinner alone. It feels like as if my mere sight and my voice make him disgusted. His aloofness, his distance toward me is prickling every inch of my body. I stared out of the window and graze at the moon 'Why do all the lovers say that they their lover is just like a moon? Moon has so many scars.' He had asked me this question one time. And I answered him as I lay my head on his chest. 'Be
Raina~Here I am again starting at the moon, like a lost lover. I do not if I should feel happy or sad. Happy because my husband took my side and sad that he took my side because I am his wife. Nothing more nothing less. "Please stay" I begged and held his wrist without looking in his way. I let out a sigh of relief as he sat on the other side. Heavy silence lingered between us, I had so much to say but he was too angry to listen to me. He is too sad to understand me. "The moon is looking pretty today," I say and kept on gazing at the serene moon. "It has never looked ugly," he says with a deep sigh. Indeed moon has never looked ugly, even after having so many flaws, it still shines the brightest in the sky. "Why are we like this, Agastya? Why can't we just stay happy like normal people?" I asked, but I wanted something else. I wanted to ask, that why does not he trust me. Why does he get influenced by every damn thing? He did not speak a single word. Maybe he does not want to o
Raina~ My dad always used to say that a one must always understand and feel the gravity of things. Even the lightest things weigh more. But why does this white thin paper in my hands, between my fingers, which used to weigh more than anything feel lighter than a feather? Is this because my husband has killed all the gravity of this letter? By saying that I am nothing but a housewife who lives under the roof of her husband and her husband provides for her. That she has no say in the decision taken for her. I have always been interested in English literature since my teenage years. I wanted to be an English professor, I wanted to do my graduation and post-graduation from the Oxford University. But all my dreams got crushed because of my that one mistake. And now this. I randomly filled out the application form for the university and did not expect a bit that I would get into one of the most prestigious universities in the world. I was over the moon when I got this letter, because
Agastya~ I clicked my tongue as I read the name of Evans flashing on my wife's phone screen. He has been calling for the past fifteen minutes. What do you have with my wife Evans? I slid the green button and brought the phone closer to my ear "Raina, why are you not picking up my calls? Are you okay?" a low chuckle escaped from my lips. Concerned much. "Raina lives with her husband, hence you do not need to worry about her," I say in a monotone. I heard him sigh "Hi Agastya, how are you?" I rolled my eyes at his distant tone. "Why have you been calling my wife?" I ask, this time in a stern manner. He has to get this idea that I do not want him to talk to my wife. "Umm, I just wanted to ask, if she is okay?" I took a deep breath " Let me remind you one more time, Raina lives with her husband you do not have to worry about her. And not talking to you is her own decision after the stunt you pulled she wants to stay away from you as far as possible. And do not take her pity as someth
Raina~ "It is showing the location of upstairs," Nina says while frowning at her phone. "But upstairs is our room," I say. "Maybe, you did not check correctly and bothered me for nothing" she says, while rolling her eyes. "Well, I do not have any interest in bothering a whore for nothing". I bit my tongue and cursed myself for saying this. She looked at me for a second there was hurt flashed across her eyes but soon it disappeared. "Be careful, I might fuck your husband" she says and started climbing upon the stairs. I want to bang her head for saying this but I need her right now. She arrived ten minutes ago and said that the phone was in the house itself. If she finds the phone I will forever be grateful to her. "It is near your bed" she declared and kneeled down, there was no space under our bed. It is only drawers and nothing. "I already checked in the drawers, my phone is not there," I said and she ignored me. She pulled the first drawer and chuckled, I coughed as I saw th
Raina~ I wiped my tears but it did not help, because my eyes watered again and my cheeks got damp again. How can I say something this cruel to him? Why do you always bring out the worst in me Agastya? Why fucking why. God, he must be feeling awful, but he made me awful too. I sunk my face deeper into the pillow as I heard him approaching the bed. But he did not lay on it like usual, instead, I felt him walking away. Abd I waited, I waited for him to come back but he did not. My heart clenched painfully, does he not love me anymore? He was the one who said I must talk to him, that I should never ever keep things in my mind, and now he is doing the same. Why is not he asking me? I will tell him everything if he asks me. But he kept on distancing himself away from me. My body aches to be with him, my hands my lips everything does not feel mine anymore. It feels until like if he does touch me, I will live in an illusion. This is so fucked up and I am hurting. *** Day 3 Dear Diar