His Wife Of Forcèd Fate ✓

Chapter - 15

Over time, the wounds of the past began to mend, gradually easing the pain of their actions and words. An unspoken agreement emerged between them, that the night of the party would remain buried in the memories of their shared history. The weight of that particular evening, with all its emotions and complexities, was deemed too heavy to bear in the present.

They chose instead to entrust it to their future self to deal with it. where perhaps they might find the wisdom and strength to confront it. They believed it was best to let it fade into the past, leaving it for their future selves to confront.

Their daily routine settled back into its familiar pattern, one where they coexisted peacefully and helped each other in their own ways. However, this time, she had become more reserved. Her expectations had diminished, and she had resolved not to hope for much from him. Not to expect anything from him, She decided not to anticipate that he would truly consider her his wife or that she deserved to know the hidden truths he held.

The anticipation that he might fully embrace her as his wife had been replaced by the reality of their unique circumstances. She had come to terms with the notion that some truths were destined to remain hidden, locked away in the deeps of his heart, leaving her in forever uncertainty. Her journey towards acceptance had transformed her into a more self-reliant individual, accompanied by the understanding that she could not control and expect to demand answers from him.

Although they remained two separate souls inhabiting the same space, a silent understanding prevailed - the past could not be undone, and the future remained covered in uncertainty. Not knowing what the fate had held for them.

One evening, as the soft glow of light sunlight bathed into their room, he received a call from his parents.
After hanging up, he entered their room,
As he approached their room, he pushed the door open gently, revealing a scene that momentarily softened his resolve and heart. She lay on the bed, her eyes closed, a book resting gently in her chest. Her hair was scattered on the pillows, and there was an air of peace  around her. For a moment, he stood there, captivated by the peaceful and beautiful image she presented. His footsteps were barely audible as he moved closer.

But as he reached the side of the bed, her eyes fluttered open, and he felt a sudden rush of nervousness. She looked at him, a mixture of curiosity and surprise in her gaze.

Clearing his throat, he broke the silence. "We... we need to get ready," he stammered, his voice betraying his unease.

Um, there's an engagement party," he began, his voice a held with nervousness. "My parents want us to attend."

She looked at him, her curiosity peaked. "An engagement party? Whose engagement is it, and where is it?"

He cleared his throat, momentarily caught off guard by her inquisitive stare. "It's my cousin's engagement, and it's at a venue not too far from here."

She hesitated for a moment, contemplating his words. Eventually, she nodded and said, "Alright, I'll get ready. Just let me know when".
She accepted the explanation, but her curiosity lingered.

As she got ready for the engagement party, she couldn't help but notice the difference in her own emotions compared to the last time he had asked her to attend an event. Back then, there had been a certain excitement, a spark of hope, because she had sensed some level of expectation from him. But now, as she meticulously chose her outfit and added the finishing touches to her makeup, that spark was conspicuously absent.

Her thoughts swirled as she applied a light touch of lipstick. It wasn't that she wanted to harbor any illusions or false hope about their relationship, but the contrast was evident. The previous invitation had carried a hint of significance, even if it was laced with uncertainty. A invitation filled with his thought. Now, it seemed like a mere formality, a nod to family obligations.

The journey to the engagement party felt markedly different from their previous outings. The car ride was filled in silence, a heavy tension filling the space between them. Unlike before, this silence was not comfortable or companionable; it was laden with an unspoken awkwardness that neither could quite pinpoint.

As they arrived at the venue, they exchanged forced smiles and polite pleasantries with other guests. The atmosphere seemed to mirror their own discomfort, with conversations flowing around them, but none truly engaging them. It was as if an invisible barrier had formed between them, isolating them from the cheerful chatter and festivities.

She couldn't help but wonder what had shifted, what had caused this newfound unease. It was a stark contrast from their usual routine of silent cooperation. As the evening unfolded, she found herself navigating unfamiliar territory, trying to uncover the unspoken akwardness that hung in the air.

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