The Boundaries of Love

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It simply puts your brain cells to sleep — that's what alcohol does to you. 

My pounding head and bitter taste in my mouth make me wonder what exactly I was thinking last night. I not only went to jail — well, not technically, still, but I also put myself into a position where I was clearly in Shravan's mercy. I cried, I showed him how broken I felt, I showed him how his brutal denial of our relationship turned me into a lost puppy. 

Now, I am lying on his bed, tucked neatly under the bed cover, all I can think about last night. Yes, he did kiss me, but it is hard to ignore the coldness of the bed which clearly states Shravan didn't come to bed last night. I do remember the kiss, but that's it. I have no memories of what happened after that, how I reached this bed.

Collecting every energy I have in my body I remove the cover. Still in last night's dress, I stumble towards the hall. Shravan is sitting on his small couch with a plate in his hand, munching away looking at the laptop which rests on a small tea table in front of him. 

I don't know whether he hears me coming or simply senses my presence, he says without looking at me, "Your breakfast is there with a pain reliever tablet," he points towards his open kitchen.

Knowing I need some food in my system, I simply do what he says. And he still doesn't look at me. He finishes his food, confidently walks to his kitchen and washes the plate, still not even sparing me a glance, he walks out of the kitchen, "Tell me when you are done! I need to attend a meeting."

Again he goes inside his bedroom where I slept last night. He comes outside within minutes wearing a white shirt and black office pants. Carefully he puts his laptop in his bag, and finally for the first time this morning, he looks directly at me. 

Looking at him right now, one thing I have understood immediately is that I am standing before the old manipulative and cold Shravan. He is simply staring at me as if he knows what's going on in my mind, how his very coldness is affecting me and making me uncomfortable, and how he is enjoying every bit of my discomfort. The corner of his lips turn up as he catches me squirming on the chair I am sitting on.

I know I have to talk to him. Sighing, "Shravan," I call his name. He stops on his track and turns to look at me. "Thank you for last night," I mumble. 

"If I get a call from the police saying your girlfriend has been arrested for punching a bartender, then I don't have a choice, do I?" He tilts his head, "Moreover, you need to inform people that I ain't your boyfriend — not for the last eight months."

Had he slapped me physically, it wouldn't have hurt so much than his words did. Maybe upon looking at my expression Shravan sighs, "I don't know, why drag it when you ended it long ago!"

I slip from the chair I am sitting on, "I guess you are right." Shaking my head, "Still thank you, I won't be a bother from now on." I bow my head which still hurts like hell. I know, I need to talk, but I feel I already did enough talking last night. The way Shravan is treating me right now, it's better that I keep my mouth shut. 

Shravan is simply out on a rampage and he is going to be merciless. I avoid looking at him and walk straight towards the door. "So, this is what you do now." I hear him speak. The way he is chewing the words, I can feel he is barely restraining himself from doing something harsh. "Flee the moment you have nothing to reply."