After the marriage, I took her to my house. My family were in Amravati. So there was only a maid there.
I knew she was sad so I thought to boost her up. I am sure she hasn’t eaten anything properly. So I made food for her.
I could see her crying. It hurts me seeing her crying. But it hurts me more knowing that I am the reason.
I went and sat near her. I wiped her tears.
She looked at me.
S: Anika, I know you didn’t like this marriage and my way of marrying you. But I will take care of you like a queen. You will be always happy here. But don’t cry. I hate to see you crying. I do care for you.
Her eyes are like sinking sand, it drowns me even if I don’t want to.
I gave her the plate and,
S: Now, eat this.
A: I don’t need anything!
A: I said I don’t want it.
A: (shouts even more louder) I said I don’t want it and pushes it off from his hand.(It was a slight push, so food didn’t fall down)
I really didn’t like it when she pushed it, but I kept calm. She is sad. Maybe that’s why.
I dipped the chappati piece in the curry and forwarded my hand to feed her. Something inside forced me to do it.
I think something inside her too forced her to eat it from my hand. She ate the food and I told her to change the dress. She must be feeling hot. She wore a simple dress and went to sleep on the couch.
I told her to sleep on the couch, to which she disagreed. After some arguments, we decided to sleep on the same bed, with an idea which she got from films. She made a pillow wall.
There we slept. I slept uncomfortably die to the guilt. But somewhere comfortably, for which the reason I don’t know.
Days after, she left the house with her parents due to a radar called pagphera.
I missed her a lot, even though we never had anything in between us.
Suddenly, one day, Dadi called me to inform that my family were coming back to my house and that too forever.
I immediately went to her house and took her back home.
I informed her about my family’s arrival and introduced her to them, when they came.
Days passed, she mingled well with my family.
Sometimes, I feel jealous of her thinking that my family loves her more than me!
He laughs. Even me.
I am hearing the same story from from two point of views.
It was totally different. They both had their rights and wrongs.
What one felt right was wrong for the other. Till now, I feel that is their problem.
Anyway, while we were talking my cute son was coming to seek his attention. He doesn’t like me talking to someone for a long time.
I somehow send him to his nanny.
I really feel sad that I couldn’t look after him, when he really needs my presence.
I could see Shivaay’s love for kids when he plays with my son.
I think he wishes for a happy life with her.
Anyway, I waited for him to continue as a call interrupted us.
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