Scars

31

                                    Hredhaan

Three days.

Three days since my marriage.

Three days since my suffering started.

It feels like it's not me but her who forcefully married me.

I feel like a guest in my own house.

And all she did was behaved like I didn't exist.

She is ignoring me.

But that was because we both were working on same project yet on different areas.

Until today.

Today is our flight to New York.

Tomorrow is the launch day.

She ignored me when I flaunted the marriage in front of drake who looked on the verge of having a panic attack. Hannah had mixed feelings but congratulated us genuinely nevertheless.

She even ignored all the publicity stunts I have been doing since our marriage.

I don't understand what's on her mind.

But I will find out soon.

After this event we both will go to our normal life soon more like I will go to my normal work life and will make sure she stays at home.

That was the plan from the start.

Clad in joggers and a sleeveless top that she covered with a jacket much to my dismay I get a glimpse of her setting her hair in the mirror.

After few more minutes I see her royally ignoring me and making her way out of the room with a navy blue suitcase and a huge tote bag filled with god knows what as I can only see her I-pad and portable keyboard peeking from the bag.

Asking my servants to get a hold on my suitcase and other bags I go behind her as we are supposed to stay together professionally till the event. I see her glancing at me for a moment but she quickly looks away and gets inside the car.

Seeing few reporters outside my pent house makes me realize why she got inside my car without making a scene and not hers.

Smirking, I get inside the car too and play along showering her with few kisses on her cheek for paps' to capture it.

She is quick to remove one wet wipe from her bag and wipe her cheeks as soon as we reach out of my penthouse's vicinity but she doesn't curse me for that like she always did she just looked out of the window again.

I hate this.

I hate her.

I see her take out a chocolate from her bag and eat that thing.

Now that's making me wonder what more is inside that mysterious bag of hers.

The entire ride is silent despite my efforts to irritate her by making myself fall on her intentionally, throwing her half-eaten chocolate out of the window and constantly play with her hair.

Because she doesn't react.

We reach the airport and start the checking procedures and other formalities done before the flight.

After an hour I find myself sitting on the seat beside her but she puts air pods in her ear, opens her laptop and starts working on the power point presentation making it impossible for me to irritate her further.

We hear the announcements about the flight taking off which makes her close the laptop and remove her air pods making me internally grin but that is short lived as she takes out a pink colored Sony b-series mp3 player from her bag shocking me to the core because I didn't see that coming and also because it seemingly looks like an old model to me.