Days were passing and so was her cheerfulness. Things were getting dull by each day. People around her were happy. They were charming to make her start a day with a smile. But who knew she was getting lost inside. Her life was not how she supposed it to be. But not when however it is, she wanted to make a difference by living it with a smile on her face. But how could she when her heart was not on her side anymore.
It had been a week since that night. Preeta had been distraught with her husband's behavior. After all the circumstances, Preeta had still this confession in her mind that however Karan was, he loved her genuinely. She had accepted it anyhow and pushed this fact safe in the corner of her heart. Because if she would show him that she had understood, she would be a wrong example for many girls like her.
How much love Karan would try to show her, the kidnappings, the stalking, the threats, they would always be in her mind. If she would accept his love so easily, how would it look to other girls. Any girl could get stalked by her admirer. He could be a decent lover or an obsessive stalker. It would give wrong idea to others how an obsessive man could own a girl by his clever ways.
That's what Karan had done.
She couldn't just accept him without thinking about this. He had done so many things to her that she hadn't believed to be real. How could a boy kiss a girl forcefully? How could a boy beat another boy mercilessly? How could he kidnap her and scare her so easily?
It wasn't like he hadn't apologised for it. She hadn't forgiven him for that. He never showed that he was sorry. All that could be seemed was, him marrying her and leaving no options for her except for accepting her new life. Preeta never blamed her in-laws. They were great people. Her mother-in-law was kindest woman while her Father-in-law was sweetest. She had a great friend like Kritika at home.
But what about the person because of whom she was here in this home? He had repeated the same procedure again. Since that night, Karan hadn't talked to her directly. He had been helping her, replying to her whenever she asked about lunch, dinner. But there were no cheerfulness.
She hated him for making her feel guilt even when he was at fault. He had returned home being totally drunk and had forced on his wife. Was it anyway acceptable? He hadn't even apologised for that day. He wasn't really paying attention to her.
Surprisingly, she felt disappointed for that. Whatever it was, their relationship being forced or platonic or totally complicated. He should at least be attending her for as he had married her and brought her here. If this was the life he had thought of giving her, then he was a selfish, careless person.
He didn't care if she was feeling lonely in this big home. He never cared if she wanted to meet her family again. He never cared how she was feeling since that night. He was just playing his own ways. She had noticed how he had been the good almighty Karan this whole week. He had been completing all the deals, making his father happy. He had been playful with Kritika and his mom during family dinners. In between, Kabir had also visited and even then, he had been quite charming and stress free as if nothing had happened.
His ignorance was taunting her day by day. How much his family members were loving to her but not him!
She wished to meet her family. She needed to see her father. She had called him every second day. He had been alright but she still missed him so much. She wanted to feel the warmth of her home.
"Preeta, you are still awake?"
She was startled by the sudden voice of her mother-in-law. It was eleven in the night and she couldn't sleep but feel frustrated of her dull life. Not being able to sleep, she thought about making a cup of coffee to involve herself in a novel that she had bought last weekend with her mother-in-law.
