As you wish - A Sandhir Drabble

9. Missing her

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A few days rolled by, with the same equation at home. Sanyukta was leading a robotic life, managing home and office. Randhir was initially pissed off that she didn't bother anything about his Goa trip, but eventually he stopped thinking about it. Thanks to the sudden work pressure at office.

He, as usual, was coming home late everyday. But this time, he was not doing it on purpose. He genuinely had soo much of work to complete. It was one such night when Randhir was late yet again. He opened the door with the spare keys and she was right there in her place. She looked equally tired as him. Still, she came up to him, collected his bags and gave him a glass of water, more as a routine they followed.

"Had dinner?" she asked though she knew the answer already. He nodded a yes. She turned to the kitchen without a word, to throw the food in the dustbin.

Randhir, for the first time, was feeling guilty for doing this to her everyday. She cooked for him every night without a miss but he always ended up eating outside, though he was not doing it intentionally in the recent times. He kept looking at her intently until she spoke.

"Uhh... you anyway have the spare keys. So I was thinking I will better not wait every night till you come. It is getting difficult for me to wake up in the morning. So the food will be on the table. If you want, you can have it. Or if you have dinner outside, you leave this here as it is. I will clear it in the morning. You can do as you wish". Sanyukta spoke in a single breathe. This was infact the longest she had spoken to him in the past few months.

And Randhir felt a sudden blow on his heart. Didn't he always wish for this? Whenever he came home late, he expected her not to be there, just to escape her scoldings. Now, when she actually told that she won't wait for him anymore, shouldn't he be happier? But hell no. He rather felt pathetic.

He wanted to somehow make her understand that he was not making her wait on purpose. He was genuinely held up with work from the past 1 week. But saying so will reveal that he was intentionally coming late in the earlier times and that will hurt her. He felt helpless.

Finding no words to explain his plight, he simply nodded his head in agreement and she went to the bedroom without any further sentence.

Settling on his side of the bed, Randhir looked at her sleeping figure. She was at the farthest corner of the bed, like always.  He remembered how they once used to cuddle and talk endlessly for hours before sleeping off. He pushed a painful lump down his throat. He really missed the feeling of having her in his arms.

Days kept on rolling. Randhir was heeped with more work due to the sudden change in the client's timelines. He ended up coming late every day. Sanyukta did not wait for him anymore at the dining table. Every damn time he entered their home, his heart would badly want to see her sitting there but she would be sleeping in their room. He felt miserable. Earlier, they used to meet at least twice in a day but now he could see her only during their morning breakfast.

He eventually started realising the fact that she is not scolding or advicing him anymore. No... Randhir did not stop throwing the wet towel on the bed. He did not stop his old habit of leaving the water heater on, even after bathing. He did not help her in the household activities. He did not stop his habit of leaving the shoes here and there. In spite of all this, he was never told anything. She did not say even a word to him. She would simply get the wet towel from the bed and put it in the laundry bag herself. She would switch off the heater once he was out. She would place the shoes in the rack all by herself. She never asked him any help in the household activities.

Randhir did not like the recent developments in his life. Why is she not saying anything to him? Why can't she simply shout at him once? He had so many questions in mind but none to answer. Though they were right in front of each other, he could feel that they were gradually dripfting apart.

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