Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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I have committed a mistake.
It's not that I am unaware of the consequences that my actions have resulted in. But, I am trying to hide away and close my eyes so that I live in denial. The best way to dodge a problem is to blind yourself. Trust me.
It's been three days since my marriage. Even thinking about it makes me nervous. A string of jitters flows within me.
I had landed back in the home city early this morning and wheeled my car to take a stop at home first. Home that I should have been sharing with my wife, under normal circumstances, but it was the same plain old home, empty and desolated.
It was wrong but when I had reached, there was a tiny corner of my mind that thought what if Noor actually decided to move into my home, she knew my code, she...no obviously she wouldn't have. I did no such thing to even make her feel welcome. Scratch that, I didn't even talk to her.
I fled. I escaped.
It became too heavy for me, too intimidating. I can't blame her, it was all my fault. I took an eraser that rubbed off the line between us.
I forgot that we had an agreement, one that needs to be followed. Something that needs us to stay on the opposite sides of the same line. She and I are two different people, two immiscible fluids that cannot mix.
I had felt weird after I— it was a mistake.
What had seriously gotten over me? To behave like a possessive caveman, intruding on her space, and blurring the lines. Stepping over the lines.
On our wedding day, I received a call early in the morning, a sudden invite to a conference. It was a last-minute arrangement but I grabbed that opportunity.
Anything to escape.
"I was thinking we could replace the wooden reception desk with a marbled one. It would increase cost but the quality would get better and enhance the look. Complementing the marbled flooring. What do you think sir?"
