55

"Damn you, Shravan Maheswari. Damn you," Drishti cursed loudly and threw her phone onto the bed after trying to call him for the hundredth time in the last hour.

It had been a month since their reception party, and they had been back in Bangalore soon after. Life went back to normal, with her attending college and him going to work. The nights were special, spent in each other's arms, making sweet, passionate love.

Everything was going well and smoothly until last week. Her exam dates were announced, and the sweet, cute husband transformed into a tyrannical teacher. As promised, he promptly woke her up at ungodly hours in the morning and demanded that she study for her exams, which were due in a month. He even made a timetable and notes for her to make it easier.

"When did he make notes for me? I have no idea," she wondered.

After a week of misery, he had promised to take her out to dinner tonight to make up for everything, but there was no news of him so far. She had been ready and