"Hey, baby?" I smile cheekily, grabbing Shreyan's attention and the girl beside him.
He facepalms and looks at me, "Avyuktha?"
"You look handsome, boyfriend." I wink at him and look at the girl beside him. "I'm sorry to say this. He's taken. We hav...
First of all, my apologies for being this late. I was just stuck in a busy schedule, college, training and other courses.
This is the final chapter.
Many may not like the end or rushed up things here but since I don't want to lag the story unnecessarily, I am ending it here. I tried to give my best and I hope I did it.
So, it's the longest chapter so far, enjoy reading it.
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"I just realized that my husband, whom I left for our good, who played me broke into my house, was following me everywhere, was with me the entire time I was in the room and fooling me that I am imagining him," His smile drops and he sighs. I sit up and close my eyes. "Why did you come back?"
He grasps my palm in his. I swat it away harshly and glare at him. "Don't touch me, Shreyan," I mutter. "Please, don't."
He comes in front of me and kneels to meet my eyes, "Baby, didn't you forgive me yet?" he asks in a broken voice, pain, and guilt thickening his voice, "Free me from this guilt, Yuktha."
I stare at him. He looks miserable. He looks devastated. He looks like a mess. The carry bags, the dark circles, the overgrown beard, the crumpled shirt, the red and tired eyes. What have you made to yourself, Annu?
Tears pour out of my eyes and they roll down my cheeks. He cups my neck and joins our foreheads with closed eyes. "I love you till old and grey, Avyuktha Shreyan Krishna," he sobs, his words and pain absorbing my hate, turning into thin air. I thought I could hate him when I see him again. I thought I could throw him away when he comes closer again. But just one eye contact took it all away. "We are not happy. I have been watching you for a week. I have been crying about what I made you into. Come back, baby. Just come back. We still have time to bind our world back like it was."
"Why were you fooling me? I thought I have gone mad to imagine you-"
"You are too much in pain that you took my presence as a hallucination. Why this pain? Why these cries? Why this separation? All we need is for us to fight for our love, our marriage, and our future. What have we gained through this, Yuktha? Pain? Did we get separated for this pain?" he keeps asking me while I just look at him imprinting him in my heart, trying to look behind those glassy orbs, feeling the pain he has been in for these months.
"Baby, a few mistakes can be forgotten. A few can be forgiven. A few can be molded. But in every case, we live a new life, we make new memories, we strive to be not what we were. My mistake can never be forgotten, forgiven, or molded but my heart still makes a life for us," he whispers.
"What is love?" I ask him.
He opens his eyes and looks into mine. "Love is what makes a home for us even after it breaks," he mumbles, "Love is YOU. Love is YOUR CARE. Love is YOUR TRUST. Love is US."
