The next morning,
Swara woke up before Don did. She had hardly slept anyway.He was still showing her his back, proving that he was sound asleep,which further proved that he had been drinking also since he didn’t even bother to move in his sleep.Which meant that he was very much mad at her.
She got up quietly and exited the bedroom.She made herself coffee,which proved to be quite a task.She realized that it was Don that had been taking care of that.She sighed as she sat on the sofa,curling underneath a blanket,sipping on her cup of coffee.
She grimaced tasting it.Don’s was so much better.She drank it anyway.She needed to get over a white night.She retrieved a book from the coffee table, it was the one Don had been reading recently.
She read the cover-The Mysterious Affair at Styles, by Agatha Christie.She opened it and immediately began searching for underlined passages, as she knew he had a custom of doing that with every book he read.
“You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.”
“Instinct is a marvelous thing. Itcan neither be explained nor ignored.”
“Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness.”
“Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend,” observed Poirot philosophically.
“You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.”
“I am charming to my friends one day, and forget all about them the next.”
Don:Catching up on some reading?
Don startled her,sarcastically She put the book down and tried to look at him in a manner that wouldn’t betray guilt.For she did feel terribly guilty.But he didn’t maintain eye contact.She lowered her gaze to her fingers as she started playing with them nervously,trying to find a way to make things better.Just then, she heard him spitout something into the sink.
Don:Good God, are you trying to poison me?
She giggled.She couldn’t help it. Looking at him spit out her terrible coffee just went straight to her heart.He wiped his mouth and looked over at her,and slowly smiled himself.That was her queue.She went towards him,her hands at her back,and a pout on her lips.
He smirked crossing his hands over his chest
Don:Something you’d like to say?
Swara:Of course I’m sorry, Don. Do I really need to spell it out? You very well know I didn’t sleep at all last night
Don:Yeah, you do look kinda awful
he shrugged and turned to make some potable coffee.She smiled, at least he still had his sense of humor intact.But his pride was visibly bent She circled his waist from behind and rested her cheek on his back
Swara:Please, Don… you know I didn’t mean for it to sound that way.
Don:But it did.
Swara:I know, and I feel terrible. Of course I want kids, I’d never even dreamt about it… and that’s why it’s all so sudden and terrifying. I’m scared that we’re…moving too fast, I’m scared that things will change… He sighed and turned to face her
he sighed again, shaking his head slightly
Don:I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I just… feel like telling you all these things, and you’re not receiving them the way I had hoped you would, I guess…
she circled his neck
Swara:Please don’t say that, it’s not true
she hugged him tight
Swara:I’m just trying to get used to it all, that’s all.
The coffee was ready and he parted to pour it into their mugs. He handed her hers but she said
Swara:As horrible as it was, I already had mine.
He raised an eyebrow at her and opened a cabinet, taking out a foil of pills She furrowed her brows questioningly when he handed her a pill. He shrugged and landed it into her mug and she protested
Swara:What… Don, what is that? Sweetener?
she held the foil reading the back
Don:It’s birth control
He sat over at the counter and sipped on his coffee
Don:Somebody had to be smart about it
he pointed out She was lost for words
Swara:I… when… how long have I been on it?
Don:Long enough for us to not be future parents
he stated bluntly She didn’t know how to feel about the whole situation.
Don:And we won’t be,not until I know you’re ready.And you’re far from being ready
Swara:I don’t know that!
she found herself protesting Swara:Maybe I am, what gives you the right to decide that for me?
she was shocked to hear herself say all that, but it was true. It was exactly what was going through her mind
he asked calmly
She just looked at him frowningly. He was right, but she didn’t want to admit it
Don:Truth is, you’re not ready for a child. Because you still are one.
he squinted slightly and then turned to his laptop, busying himself She was outraged.She felt like throwing the mug at him, for all she cared at that moment. Or better yet, at his precious laptop.She drank the coffee up, as hot as it was, and slammed the mug on the counter, passing him furiously.She knew it was a bad idea, but just as she was about to enter the bedroom, she turned around.Don looked at her over his reading glasses. She immediately regretting saying that, with him looking the way he did wearing those.But nevertheless, she continued
Swara:But I’m sure that won’t be a problem. You can revisit your friend, Christa. I’m sure the two of you had a great time together last night!
she ended up screaming the last part, then furiously slammed the door behind her.She threw herself on the bed and immediately began crying hysterically, burying her face into her pillow. She didn’t even hear him come in and didn’t even flinch when he put his hand over her back, gently
Swara:…Just leave me alone.
Don:Dekho, I was just teasing about your being a child.Don’t make me start questioning whether you really are
She raised her head slightly to give him an upset look and then resumed her crying she could even hear him chuckle, which infuriated her all the more
Don:Come on, sweetheart… you can’t be serious!
Swara:I’m dead serious!
she stood up, facing him
Swara:Look, I’m sorry about what I said at Sam’s, but did you really have to go and cheat on me for it?
Don’s hint of a smile faded immediately, and his look turned very cold.He grabbed her shoulders and shook her well enough to frighten her
Don:What is the matter with you! Have you gone mad?
she was shocked to say the least
Don:Enough with this nonsense! I will not hear another word of it
he wasn’t screaming, not at all actually. But his voice was so grave and tense that it had a much greater effect on her. He stood up and went for the door
Don: Get some rest
was all he said before closing the door behind him, furiously. Don was gone the whole day. She paced the apartment for hours. She realized this had been the first place that she didn’t stop to admire. It was so different from all the rest, yet so alike.
Don surely had his signature style,and it was mirrored in all of his homes.She entered his study.She wasn’t afraid to snoop around anymore.But still,she didn’t want him to know she felt the need to.She began looking for that journal he kept.She felt it would help her get some more insight on what Don was intending with their relationship. Somehow, she felt she needed him to come forward more, although she was well aware of the fact that he had been more than open towards her lately.
But still, she felt uneasy. She needed more reassurance, she didn’t know why, but she craved it.She wanted him to hold her in his arms and tell her everything will be alright…but didn’t he already do that?She sighed shaking her head.Everything was a blur.She was having problems concentrating on the smallest of tasks,let alone figure out Don’s intentions.Finally,she came across his journal.She opened it carefully and started reading
To Be Continued
OK…..sorry for posting late…actually I wrote two parts but it got deleted by me…so I was upset but I again wrote a short update..I’ll try my best to write another episode n will post it.
now coming to the episode I know it too much I shouldn’t have write like that but it was needed for the further story .hope u all understand so sorry.