Never so "forever"

Never Have Met!

"I am fed up with you!!!" The lady who was outfitted with a very formal cream-colored blazer yelled as high as her pitch may go on and then hotfoot away fiercely from a very handsome man who stood in the middle of that beautiful luxurious bedroom, which according to some rewritten extinguish text claimed 'should be the only place where the husband-wife could express their bliss, misery, and fury to each other.'
But believe me, as long as I knew them, This room was not a room of glee but rather I would say it was a room of agony!
"YOU ARE FED UP WITH ME!!!???... I AM FED UP WITH YOU!!!"
Stormed towards her with those shoes brown-black with a heel, Mr. Kumar grasped his wife's reluctant wrist fiercely pulling her forcefully to put his eyes into hers.
But Priti made no effort to look deep into those deep brown eyes for which she was once ready to die,
And now they are the only ones who are haunting her...
"You wreaked me...my home, my career my life! You...you are the only reason and now you won't even look into my eyes?!" he shouted with his face just a few inches away from hers but she reluctantly turned her head away even after so many endeavors, she squeezed out her wrist off his warm clasp throwing her fist with just a jolt to his armor-like chest-
"L-let it go..."
As if she was running away from those blaming eyes...but what was it?!
" what? Why? Now I can't even hold your hand after you have done so much to me?!"
"Stop! For God's sake stop blaming me!" in a final push, she was free from his grasp leaving him confused with fury.
"Then who is there to blame?! you seduced me and left me mentally paralyzed!" provoked he was as he stood up against her but she estranged with an unknowing sarcasm in flaming flames that were wreaking havoc on their home.
"Ha. Look who is talking- I left you paralyzed?! I should have listened to my mother rather than fallen in someone unemployed and irresponsible like you!"
"Then you should have listened to your mother!"
"M-Mommy..."
Priti was ready to give counter with her index finger lifted towards Yajevender but...
Between the lava, one little girl with ribboned-like hairs peeked through her Tear-filled eyes on edge of the entrance of the room helplessly,
interrupting the ready-to-burn, 'conversation' as her mother describe it to her but clearly, it has already hurdled the boundaries of 'conversation'.
Her words stuck into her throat and both eyes met but today there is merely any love left, but only hate and hate!

Yajevender dropped to the corner of the bed without looking towards the fearful little girl... Also without any intention to!
Priti swing her head forcefully in the opposite direction and her murmuring lips in an intense irritation halted suddenly and her lips curled in a surprising smile as she looked at her daughter, Ira.
"Oh sweety, aren't you early?"
But Ira could see through her mother's fake smile-
"You both were fighting... again?!"
Nothing hides under sheets yet Priti acted in unusual amazement and Yajevender chuckled to himself.
"No one's fighting, Ira...--"
Abruptly, A boy younger and almost on the brink of a juvenile period, pass by behind Ira without any concern for the situation going on-
"It's ' a conversation ', Did you forget IRA? !" he pass by as if he was talking to himself but, Priti knew it was a pinpoint on her however, she ignored it completely yet was concerned-
"How was your day, Nihan?" she asked eagerly tracing her eyes up and down him as he look completely soaked in sweat from hair to toe.
" Ruckus!" and with a one-word answer, he stormed out again leaving Priti speechless, but yajevender found something more than just amusing, and chuckled
"He is just like you, stubborn!"
But, Priti for the sake of the little girl stood in her arm, she just passed a sharp glance at him.
And then back-forth looked over to Ira-
"Darling... Would you mind grabbing me some water?!"
Ira nodded still fear-stricken but still, she agreed and started to move slowly over her feet peeking behind her constantly-
One- there stood a smiling mother and daddy holding his head in his hand.
"I wish I never had met you!"
Between her faking smiles, Priti utters, and Yajevender uprises his head with unconditional euphoria spread over his face-
"I am very much interested in that... "