The Unwanted Bride

19 - You Are Leaving

Typed: 17/12/2023
Chapter 19: You Are Leaving

Author's POV:

When they'd gotten used to each other's touch and rhythm, the husband and wife easily started understanding when to go back to their hotel room and give in to the desire. They'd gotten closer and closer every day in their honeymoon and it got even better when they returned.

On the second night, Yug had asked Khushi why she always slept cuddling him, her head on his chest instead of her back. She'd calmly said, "I like hearing your heartbeats."

It warmed his heart but he'd thought it was weird. Strange because it was like a repeated cycle, she'd never sleep with her back to him. Always under the blanket covered and warm, her arms wrapped around his waist, Khushi wouldn't let him change her position. "But I want your back to me. I want to hug your back, pull you closer and fall asleep."

She could sense Yug wasn't happy with yet another preference of hers. Despite it all, he used to give in, reminding himself that he was just over-analysing things. That night, she silenced him but kissing him and the remaining nights she'd found different tactics.

It all clicked. The jigsaw puzzles are starting to fit the pieces as he paces around in his bedroom. He didn't bother drying himself but just changed out of his pants and remained in a new pair of boxers, raging. Drying himself and finding his night suit was the last thing on his mind.

Khushi walked out in her sleeping gown that Yug had handed her once he got out of the bathroom. He'd waited in their bedroom, waiting for answers. She too, didn't dry herself. Her hair dripped and made her shiver as the water slid down her gown. "Yug, please lis—"

At the sound of her voice, he turns around. He glares at her but before bracing himself for the truth, Yug locks their bedroom door, making sure they have privacy just in case Harsh returns while they argue. He rubs his jaw, a cynical sneer touches his lips, "oh I'm listening. I'm fucking dying to listen. So please," he gestures to the bed, asking—sarcastically requesting her to take a seat while he sits on the small couch in his bedroom. "—sit. I'm all ears."

He swore. And that was not a good sign. Not only did he swear, he sneered at her. His whole expression is nothing but sour and shows how he's losing his mind. He looks incredulous at her.

She thought she could say something but her lips dry out and it's not because of the weather. Khushi keeps her eyes on her husband who still gestures to her to sit down, only this time, his eyes flick from the bed to her. Khushi swallows and takes a seat on the bed.

Placing her shaking hands on her lap, Khushi lets out a trembling sound, encouraging her to speak. She opens her eyes and glances at her husband and he's impatiently tapping his foot on the ground, stabbing her with his eyes.

"Yug," she calls out as a plea.

He shakes his head, another sneer, eyes heavy. "Speak, Khushi."

So she does. His whole body radiated enough anger and hate that she could feel the heat creeping into her soul. Khushi couldn't afford to get burnt again.

"I was eighteen when it happened." His features don't soften, the tightness in his body and face remain intact. Jaw straight, signalling Khushi to continue. She will tell him the truth but she wants to weigh it all—weigh her options and use the right words because Yug didn't look like himself suddenly. She is sure he will not hurt her but there was a shift in his body language and his tone.

"I was with someone. Someone abusive." The flick of doubtfulness that his face had married when she first spoke vanished. Khushi wouldn't link her name with another man just to hide something and cook a story—that much Yug was sure of. When he processed what she said, disturbance washed over his face. His face looks like he has just woken up from a decade-long sleep and now he's numb and oblivious to everything and everyone around him.