Unwanted [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

Third Person's POV

Nandini peers at the jewelry sets she has spread over a small space on the bed.

Her parents had given her those sets on her wedding day.

It was not much, but it was all she had.

I'll take them to the jeweler tomorrow and ask how much money I can get after selling them.

Initially, she had felt slightly hesitant about selling them because they were given to her by her parents, but when she remembered how they handed them to her, she felt the last of her hesitation ebb away.

It was done just out of the formality to show their status to her in-laws and others. It was not done out of love.

That's why it won't hurt when I part from these. After all, a gift without love or thought has no emotional value or attachment.

Sighing heavily, Nandini clears the bed, keeping all the jewelry boxes inside her suitcase.

She hopes she will get enough money to at least cover the fees for her culinary classes.

She has wanted to learn to cook in a professional capacity for a long time, but she has never had the courage to ask her parents about it. She always hesitated because she thought they would not allow her.

But now, she doesn't have such hesitation. Perhaps it's because she now knows she is utterly alone in this world.

Her husband doesn't care about her.

Her in-laws are lovely, but they might also abandon her once they find out about their son's thoughts regarding this marriage.

She doesn't know why Vikrant married her. She only knows there is a reason, and he will divorce her once as soon as he gets what he wants from this marriage.

What after that? Where will I go? She wonders.

She has no one in this world, and she also has nowhere to go. She'll be homeless once she gets out of this house.

That's why I need to make something of myself soon. She decides.

She doesn't have any other choice too. She needs to get a job and save some money so she can at least rent a place to stay after she leaves this house.

A wry smile curves her lips as she thinks about her situation. She has her parents and her husband. Based on that, she should have two homes to call her own.

But she doesn't have even one. Neither her parents' house nor her husband's house is her own.

Shaking her head at her condition, Nandini walks to the window and looks outside, leaning on the window frame.

It had been raining a few hours back, so the earthy smell somewhat soothes her aching heart.

As it's already dark outside, she looks at her watch and notices it's already 11 pm.

But Vikrant has not returned home yet.

While having dinner earlier with his parents, they had asked her to call him and ask when he would return from office.

She hesitated because she knew she had no right to do that.

After all, Vikrant has made it clear to her that she is his unwanted wife to whom he will never give any rights.

So, keeping her phone on silent mode, she pretended to call him in front of them. Then, after some time, she told them his line was busy and that she would call him later.