✔️The single housewife (Completed)

The Truth

Era's POV

"Dear Era, I am sorry to be writing this long message but I didn't have any guts to face you. I don't know how to say this but I want a divorce. We both know that our marriage is a scam. I never loved you and I am sure you were never able to love me. It wasn't your fault. Before we got married, I was in a relationship with my college sweetheart Deepa. However both our parents refused our reunion and my parents forced me to marry you. I tried to love you but you were never like my dynamic and extrovert Deepa.

Moreover, fate had other plans. I met Deepa six months ago at the office conference. Needless to say, we fell in love and have decided to marry irrespective of our parents' verdict. We both are financially independent now and I know that almost nothing can stop us.

And when I say almost, I mean everything except your permission. I want you to free me from this relationship. I am ready to take the blame from society. Moreover, I am ready to pay your monthly allowances. You need not worry about being penniless. We are without children so you still have time to find someone else. Someone worthy of your love. I am right now out of town with Deepa. I will return home as soon as my project is over.

Your so-called husband,
Deep

I had been staring at the letter, wondering what went wrong in the marriage. It was delivered to me by the postman in the morning. My in-laws were still out of town so I repeated the routine of visiting my old home. I had decided to name the mansion Serena. It meant serene in Italian. The name suited the mansion.

It was the 30th time I was reading the letter. My eyes couldn't stop the dam of the waterfall. I couldn't help but stop crying. I knew it wasn't my fault. Deep was ready to shoulder the responsibility of failing marriage but I felt that it was my failure.

I was so busy fulfilling my duties that I forgot that I had a husband to please. And in the process of keeping someone happy, I forgot about myself.

Suddenly I heard the faint music again. And in front of me stood the handsome stranger again I pinched myself to see if I was hallucinating again. He laughed. And then he fished out a pink rose from his hoodie. And again, fixed it on my braid.

"Are you a ghost?" I finally asked him.

"That's the only thing you can imagine and guess?" he chuckled.

" so you are not a ghost right?" I asked him, relieved that my Serena wasn't haunted. I wasn't scared of him being an intruder. For some reason, I felt completely safe with him.

His black hair almost touched his eyebrow and this time he wore a light blue sweatshirt, bringing out the colour of his eyes.

"Then who are you? And why do you come in front of me all of a sudden?" I asked him.

He seemed to ponder for a minute. Contesting whether to tell me his secret or not.

"I will tell you everything after the lapse of the next 15 minutes. But first of all, I need to finish a small task." he smiled and begin to search for something into his pockets.

"What task?" I asked him only to get my wet cheeks dried by his white handkerchief.

"No matter how much you laugh,
No matter how much you cry,
No matter your tears ask
a helpless why,
There is always hope,
There is always "could"
Case whatever happens,
happens for good..."

I looked at him puzzled. Why couldn't he simply explain his existence? Suddenly I was reminded of the dream of the previous night. I blushed and felt guilty when I remembered about intimacy we shared in my dream.

He seemed to notice the pink flush on my cheeks. But he went on...

"Dark times come,
Dark times go,
But every woe
Is temporary,
Sometimes darkness is necessary"

"Do you always speak like this?" I couldn't help but ask. He simply laughed.

"From the place I come, everyone speaks in a circle." he chuckled.

"So where do you come from?" I couldn't help but address the enigma of his existence.

"Somewhere that you already belong to." he smiled.

"Do you trust me?" his eyes looked intense but honest.

"No." I spelt out the truth. I was alone with him in a silent neighbourhood in a huge house spanning three floors, surrounded by lush green forest-like gardens and servant quarters. The sun was about to set and the place looked like possessed, no matter how much serenity it bestowed upon me.

"Come with me," he said as he extended his palm for me to take it.

I took his hand into the mine and yet, my rational mind was still debating if I should go with him.

"Don't worry. It's not like I would make you wear any long red gown." he laughed into my eyes and I got the shock of my life.

Either the man was an alien or my head was crazy spinning lifelike stories.