Where Rainbows End (Twinj OS) ~ Monica

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When I got home that night my wife, Twinkle, served dinner. I held her hand and said “I’ve got something to tell you”. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, but instead just asked softly “why?”. I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the plate and shouted at me, “You are not a man!”. That night, we didn’t talk to each other. I knew she was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Alisha. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted the divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent 10 years of her life with me had now become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, but I couldn’t take back what I had said for I loved Alisha so dearly. Finally she cried out loud in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of relief.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Alisha. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions. She didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both try to live as normal a life as possible. Her reason for this conditions were simple. Our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Alisha about Twinkle’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. “No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce” she said scornfully.

Twinkle and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Alisha about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.  Suddenly it hit me. She had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, “Dad, it’s time to carry mom out”. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. Twinkle gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office and jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Alisha opened the door and I said to her “Sorry Alisha, I do not want the divorce anymore”.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. “Do you have a fever?” she asked. I moved her hand off my head. “Sorry Alisha, I won’t divorce” I replied. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Alisha seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for twinkle. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, “I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart”.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife, Twinkle, in the bed – dead.

Twinkle had been fighting cancer for months and I was so busy with Alisha to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband.

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Hello guys! How was this? Did you all like it? I wrote this as the idea of the story randomly striked my mind. Hoping it was worth your read! Anyway, drop down your comments to let me know if you all really liked reading it or no.
Moreover, to those who read my ff “The Enticing Little Incident (Twinj)”, I am really sorry guys for not being able to update my ff. I’ve really been caught up with school work which keeps me busy majority of the times. I’ll try posting it by the next week so guys, do forgive me!

Bye guys! Take care and love you all! xx ?

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  1. Sara28

    OMG Monica,
    That story took such a huge turn. I was expecting a happy ending but wow the ending was completely the opposite. It brought a lump in my throat. The story was so good and beautiful. I loved it! ❤️

  2. Ria

    Hey Stupid,
    This was so damn touchy. I really felt bad at the end. This OS is frankly, too damn practical. Extra marital affairs always make the person to forget their own married life, the person who has cared for them for all this time, they tend to forget them. It’s hurting to see such a situation, bit desriny has its own plans and even things change with time. Okay, I know you’ll be bored. I’m talking as if I’m such psychologist. Okay, that’s all.

    Loads of love?

  3. Komal123

    This story is so emotional and heart touching and believe me i love emotional fables! This was lovely! Do write something more like this!

  4. Rashiverma2199

    Wow….Monica….it was very heart touching….???

  5. The story is Simply great Monica…
    I can’t type any more for my teary blurry eyes…

  6. ???? emotional and true of every married couple thank you so so much????

  7. Simiyy

    Omg monica
    It was to emotional
    I loved it
    Post your ff soon
    Take care?

  8. Paavu

    Emotional….is the only wrd

  9. Adya

    That truly touched the deep core of my heart. Wooowwww that extremely beautifully penned. Emotion was filled in like anything. I couldn’t find any such os now.
    That was lovely . Even I expected a happy ending, but no…that was awesome.
    Try posting ur ff as soon as possible.
    Nd keep writing sch os
    Love u…

  10. Twinjfan.tamanna

    srry for short cmmnt monica lekin isme tumhari hi galthi hai… kyun rulaya itna… it was so emotional yaar.. I cried my heart out…loved it

    love you

  11. This story touched my heart completely. I was almost in tears. It was just so great! Seriously, while I was reading it, I expected it to be a happy ending but it just turned out to be opposite. I had goosebumps while reading it. Do write more stories like these. Love you ❤️

  12. Chiku

    Hey dude
    U made me cry???????really it’s amazing. This os is my fav now?????i loved it.
    It’s amazing.
    Love u??

  13. Hey Monica awesome os but was emotional though I loved it

  14. Purnima.agrawal30

    awesome amazing fabulous emotional heart touching os

  15. SidMin

    Just Loved it It was awesome I have no words to describe you chose the best of words to describe each situation and everything was just perfect 🙂 Keep writing 🙂 Love you 🙂

  16. Aanya_pandey

    Awesome OS yrr it ws really good

  17. Hey Monica! it was awesome emotional n heart touching OS…. look like reall life story….. I thought it will be happy ending but it was too emotional…. loved it to the core….. keep writing like this more…..n post ur ff too if u r free…..bcz I’m missing it sooo much..

    N really very sorry for late commnt…. actually busy sedule u know….

    Lots of love…. keep smiling always….


  18. dreamer...arundhati

    OMG…. It was heart wrenching

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