"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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Anjana was in the kitchen making some parathas for Sumit; the grandson of Kaki ma-Sharda Nayak.
When everyone finished their breakfast, Sharda was about to go into the kitchen to make some snacks for her grandson knowing he'd demand something to eat on the spot after his playschool.
Sharda always prepares his snacks after her all routine work but today she was quite busy and seeing her working hurriedly, Anjana offered to make snacks for Sumit in the meantime so she could continue her work, to which Sharda happily agreed.
After making everything, she neatly put everything in its place, cleaned everything, and came out of the kitchen.
But when she came out, her mood became completely sour and looked at her breakfast plate on the counter, which may be Kaki Ma must have put for her.
Looking at that plate made her of her deed and also her past and how happily she was having her breakfast with laughter, teasing, leg pulling of grandparents and their parents by the younger clan.
A lone tear left her eye as she sighed and hurriedly wiped it before anyone could see. She took the plate and went into the kitchen where she saw a maid cleaning, she called and offered her the food.
The maid felt awkward initially but later she made her agree to accept the food before it got cold.
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When she reached his room, she entered slowly and went to his room's library from where her allocated room by him is located so that no one in the family could doubt their living separately despite being married.
She passed the library and went to its left corner where another brown door was there. Earlier in the past, that room consisted of his paintings, her belongings, some old books, and old files but now she doesn't know what's coming next in her way.
As she cautiously pushed open the creaky door to the dimly lit room, a cloud of dust billowed out, making her cough and squint against the particles floating in the air.
The room was shrouded in darkness, the only light filtering in through the grimy windows covered in cobwebs. Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust, giving the impression that the room had been untouched for years.
She stepped further into the room, her footsteps echoing softly against the worn wooden floorboards. Her eyes scanned the space, taking in the sight of old files stacked haphazardly on shelves, books with faded covers piled high in corners, and forgotten relics of a time long past scattered throughout the room.
