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Ditching At The Last Moment

Bani's PoV
I wake up with a jerk and shoot my head at the balcony to look for Veer. The morning sun falls over the floor through the open door, means he's not there. Has he come to the room at all? Removing the duvet, I pull myself into a sitting position on the couch straightening my blue saree. Since I didn’t get scope to redo his bandage in the evening, after the function got over, I came to our room and settled on this couch with first-aid kit, waiting for him to come. But he didn’t show up till late night and I ended up sleeping here waiting.

I take a deep breath and rehash what happened yesterday. Opting out his previous outbursts, I'm still a bit clueless about his last day's behaviour. He has definitely become a lot more aggressive with me these days. If it were some other man I was married to, then I'd never let that guy demean me to such extent no matter what. Well, if it were some other man, I'd never marry him under some superstition in the first place.
But with Veer, things are different. Even after his last night's behaviour, I'm finding it almost impossible to be angry on him, let alone hate him. As much as I know him, he's not like this. Yeah, I don't know this yearly-modified Veer, but I definitely know what's behind those molten grey orbs. Everytime he's hurt me, I've seen immense regret in those grey eyes. I've seen it in the morning, I've seen it in the kitchen, I've seen it in the evening. I know, I'm no saint myself. I provoked him last night, that's why he did that. Maybe I should tell him that whatever I said that time, I didn’t mean them. I was too angry to comprehend what I was saying.

I rub my both hand attempting to get up, that's when I notice the duvet. I didn’t have this in the night when I was awake. That means he did come to the room and put it on me.
Damn! What am I doing here? Aren’t we supposed to go to Rishikesh today? I quickly look at the clock, it's almost 7:00 o'clock and my husband is still not in the room. Without pondering much I quickly get up and go to the wardrobe. The mini suitcase is on top of it and this off shoulder blouse is making sure that I by no chance can raise my hands high enough. I try for some attempts but in vein. The sound of washroom door startles me, but what startles me more is the sight of my husband coming out of it. He looks as fresh as mint in this early morning with showered and fully dressed for the trip. And here I am waiting up all night, still in my last day's dress wondering my ass out where he is.  Anger flares inside my body burning me to the core. For a second our eyes meet and I turn my attention back to the suitcase, not before giving him a heated glare. Ignoring  both my asshole husband and this asshole blouse, I jump with all my strength raising my hands up, and naturally land on the ground getting hit on face by the front of the wardrobe.

Ouch!!!

But I'm not going to give up. If I can stay up all night only to rub some antiseptic on this jerk, then I'll definitely bring that suitcase down. Just then I see those long legs coming towards me, but instead of bending down, he puts down the suitcase beside me. Then offers me his hand. As if I'm gonna accept it! I try getting up on my own and trip over my saree this time.

Damn me!!!

But this time I don't fall on face, before that Veer grabs my arm and pulls me up making me stand. I look up at him. His face looks serious but the mirth of his eyes are betraying his mock seriousness.

Is he laughing at me?
He didn’t show up all night, chose to put down the suitcase first instead of pulling me up
And now he's laughing at me!!!

"What are you laughing at?? I just fell on the floor!!" I glare at him with all fire I have inside my body.

Veer smirks at me and says with a smooth tone, "What else do you expect me to do? Scold the floor??"

The gut of this guy!!!!😡

But right now it's too early for me to start a fight in the morning. Plus he seems to be in a good mood. And I'm not ruining it.