Kavita's Submission [COMPLETED]

Chapter 12

Kavita's POV

Lying on the floor in the balcony, I slightly shiver from the cool breeze passing through.

I have been sleeping outside Sameerji's room for almost two weeks now. I call it his room and not our room anymore because he has shown me my worth in his life and room, after all.

The only purpose I serve for him is being a body to satisfy his needs. As long as I did that, I had place in his life and room. But now, as I have not done that for almost fourteen days, he does not give me a minute of his day and does not allow me to sleep in his room too.

This does hurt my heart, sometimes even makes me cry when I feel the overwhelming loneliness in this big house.

But what else can I do?

The only options I have are either to be lonely this way and never get my husband's attention or to be a whore to him and bear his insults and assaults every night.

That is why, I have decided that loneliness is far better for me than getting my body, heart, and soul scarred every day.

I shiver again when a gush of strong wind passes through. Bringing the blanket closer to my chin, I cover myself properly and stare up at the sky.

During the first two nights that I slept here, Sameerji neither give me a bedsheet and pillow, nor did he give me any blanket. Due to that, I caught cold.

So, on the third night, perhaps out of the pity for me, he did throw a bedsheet and blanket at me, and since then, I have been sleeping with a bedsheet over the floor underneath me and a blanket covering my body.

It has not rained since I started sleeping here.

I wonder what I will do if it did rain.

Will Sameerji allow me to come inside, or will he not care at all and let me get drenched in the rain?

My eyes prick with tears and my heart clenches painfully at a thought that pops in my mind.

'Kya beghar hona isse kehte hain?'

But I am not homeless. I am inside a home, but do not have a roof over my head during the nights.

What a weird situation I am in.

Taking a deep breath, I try to lessen the pain bursting within me.

Then, turning to my left side, I looked through the netted balcony door at Sameerji sleeping on the bed inside the room.

He has his face turned to the other side so I can only see his back.

Since he threw me out of his room, I kept waiting for him to call me back.

He did not have to say anything much. All he had to say was to let bygones me bygones and start afresh with each other.

I would have happily done so. Would have tried my best to make our relationship work. To make us work.

That is why, I kept waiting.

I did not expect him to call me in the first night itself, because I knew how angry he was then. And I too did not want to be in his vicinity that night.

But the second night. When I came to the room after finishing all the works, I expected him to stop me from walking out to the balcony. But he did not stop me. Only glared at me as I stepped outside and closed the door behind me.

That did hurt me but I reassured myself, thinking it might take one more day or two for his anger to subside.

So, I waited for him to call me in on the third day too. And on the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh day too.