Drunk,her man sat,again,in his bar..
May be with few women by his sides..
The bar owner looked at the bartender and sighed,signalling him to leave and walked towards him,folding the sleeves of his grey shirt..
Serving the usual,he looked at the man,with cold face..
And smiled,asking him what brought him back here..
The man,drunk by now,blurted out everything that he wanted..
How his woman had become something he barely recognised.
She had stopped smiling sweetly to him,and giving into his every whim..
She had gone stiff when he had called her the pet names he had kept,for their private moments..
She had flinched from his touch,and denied his kisses..
She has cut her hair short,on whim,which he did not approve..
She was the one who bend down to his every whims and desires..
But now,she didn't even pick up her calls,only answering in monosyllables..
He continued to grumble as he drank..
Unware that a few chairs across,the person in large coat and mask sat .
The boss of the bar looked at her with worry,as if his eyes asked,
Are you okay..
She heldback her tears and nodded..
The boss laughed with mockery..
Of course you are okay..
You won't ever fight for yourself,you would only bow down..
And he has to pull string to keep a small smile intact in your home..
