She's selfless. He's selfish
She's humble. He's arrogant
But they're both broken.
Follow their journey on how they heal each other.
I don't know how to write descriptions so I hope you still read the book
"How did you find out about it and also how does it matter?"I ask slightly amused that she's mad at me just because this is my second marriage
"How does it matter? HOW DOES IT MATTER? Our family reputation will be ruined if anyone else finds out and it will be because of you, someone who shouldn't have been here in the first place.." Sarika ma'am said freaking out.
Yes, I'm back to calling her ma'am. As you should.
"You still haven't answered my question about how you came to know about this? Also why are you mocking me for getting married a second time when your grandson was also in a relationship with someone before marrying me. That's all right but me being in a relationship before this marriage is not?"I finished off my rant, feeling my blood pressure rising but I kept on going because I was nowhere near done yet.
"And for your kind of information it was a forced marriage so I had no choice but to marry that asshole, whom I did divorce before marrying your grandson. A little knowledge is a very dangerous thing Sarika ma'am. I hope you check your facts before judging people which you shouldn't be doing in the first place, especially if your source is someone as unreliable as Tanya who still loves your grandson very much."
By now the dinner was forgotten and I stormed to our room not caring what they did without me.
After all, I'm not really family am I? I'm just a nobody, someone who shouldn't have been here in the first place.
Don't cry Khushi. Don't cry. They're not your family, it shouldn't hurt this bad. Don't cry.
While I was trying to stop myself from having a mental breakdown, I heard the door open and saw Mr. Agarwaal coming in.
After taking a few deep breaths, I grab my laptop and sit on the sofa, and start to look more into Tanya and Shruti but a few minutes later I realise I'm still wearing my clothes from office.
I go to the bathroom and start to change. I stop and look at myself in the floor-length mirror. This time I didn't stop the tears. I just stared at my scarred body.
I run my hands over them and start to cry more and they turn into sobs. Remembering that I don't live alone anymore, I instantly stop crying not wanting him to hear. I finally finished showering and wore something comfortable.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I come out of the bathroom only to hear Mr. Aharwaal mutter 'Finally'.
I scoff at him and make my way back to the sofa, it's actually very comfortable. I look into Shruti's story by hacking here and there, some of which may or may not be illegal.
It's only a crime if you get caught right?
I was trying to work but I couldn't focus. I know what we need. Coffee. Seriously though, coffee solves 99% of my problems.
I'm about to go to the kitchen and get myself a cup of coffee, when I see Mr. Agarwaal coming out of the bathroom and damn he's hot. He has a towel around his waist and is drying his hair with another towel. I'm kind of mesmerised but I snap out of it quickly before he notices that I'm staring. I think he already knows.
I clear my throat and ask him if he wants a cup of coffee.
"Itni raat ko coffee kaun peeta hai? Puri raat uthe rehna hai kya?"
(who drinks coffee this late? Do you want to stay up all night)
"Main peeti hoon aur haan mujhe abhi aur kaam karna hain kyunki office main to aapka kaam kar rahi thi toh phir case ka kaam abh karna padh raha hai"
(I do and yes I have work to do because in office I did all your work and now I have to work on the case)
I go down to the kitchen and make my coffee. I try to make it look as aesthetically pleasing as I can. I grab a few snacks and make my way back to our room.
I enter our room and I see Mr. Agarwaal pacing. He looks up when he notices that I'm back from the kitchen.
"I'm sorry for not defending you at dinner"He finally blurts out.
"It's all right, I can fight my own battles"I reply back in a sour mood all of a sudden.
I go back to work and hear him say 'good night' to which I reply 'sweet dreams'
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It's around 3 a.m right now and I've decided to try out some new skincare products that Zoya bhabi gave me.
(A/N is it just me who refuses to sleep and changes their whole lifestyle at 3 in the morning)
I needed a break and I finished my coffee so I went down to the kitchen again with a face mask on to find some more snacks. I'm always hungry.
I turn on the lights because I might be a little bit scared of the dark. I grab some more snacks, this time grabbing a packet of blue lays, chocolate covered strawberries, jalebi and a packet of kurkure.
I'm about to leave the kitchen when I see a silhouette. I grab a kitchen knife and move closer. Only to come face to face with Zoya bhabi, who was also wearing a face mask.
We both scream at each other scared and start laughing like maniacs.
