Wails Of Monsoon

Part 3

Siddharth woke up when he felt someone washing his hand with a wet towel. He knew who it was. There was only one who can do this despite his behavior towards her. The more he wants her to divorce him the more she cares for him.

He was not sleepy but his headache was too intense to put his head up. He weakly opened his eyes and saw the figure he hates the most. 

He tried jerking her but he had no strength. He might have drunk a lot the last night. 

"Don't touch me," he muttered in an almost faded voice. 
There was silence in the room, so she clearly heard him. 

"I have kept your lemon water on the bedside table," Avneet said. "It's evening, I will bring your dinner."

Was it the evening already? Did he sleep for the whole day? 
He watched her moving out of his room after spreading the towel in the balcony.

She sounded too sad. This was not the first time she was treating him. Was she sad because he didn't come home the last night? But they didn't spend their first and second anniversary together either. So why was she so down? Was she finally giving up?
Siddharth wondered. 

He drank the lemonade and used the washroom. His body feels warm. Too warm than necessary. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror ever since he was married to Avneet. He knew he was doing wrong to her and thus he wouldn't be able to look in the mirror. He only used the mirror so see particular things, maybe while combing his hair or brushing his teeth.

After a while, there was a knock in the door. 
Siddharth didn't reply. She took it as an affirmation and entered with the plates. 
 
She kept the plates on the bed side table and was about to leave the room when she heard a sigh. 
She turned back to find that the bowl of soup was fallen on the blanket. His hands trembled as he tried to pick it up. 

Avneet took a deep breathe. Siddharth had high fever. He couldn't even sit properly. 
She adjusted the head board and changed the blanket. 

There were some soup left, which she had kept for herself. She decided to give him hers. 

Siddharth was embarrassed. Most importantly, he was annoyed as she was caring for him. Her behavior was irking him for he knew he doesn't deserve this from her. 
No matter how much he denied, he liked these things. He likes it when Avneet would stay up all night for him to return, he likes it when she messaged him that she had kept his food whenever he was too late and she still does it even though he doesn't reply her back, he likes it when she changes his outer wearings after he comes home as a drunk man, when she doesn't complain for his childish antics. 
Most importantly, when she is still by his side after his behaviour towards her.

It was their sixth month when he got to know that Ashi will not return back to India ever. He had texted her but she never replied to them, he was waiting for her but she never gave him a reason to wait. 

By that time, he has had this superstition in his mind that he was not meant to be happy. Whenever he got happy, it was snatched away. He hated it when Avneet was winning his heart even without trying. 
And that is why he thought to break her heart so that she would leave him alone. He fucked girls in their anniversary and some other times as well. He intentionally danced with other girls in business parties. He did his best to bring hatred for himself in her heart, but she has an invisible shield which is too strong to break apart all his efforts into pieces.

Avneet knocked the door again and getting no reply from him, she entered and passed him the soup. 
He didn't try to get up. He laid on the bed. 

"You should have it warm," Avneet said. 
But how could he say that his hands were too weak to hold the bowl and his head was aching a lot, that was making it difficult for him to put his head up?