𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 [ON HOLD]

𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯

Shivaay stared at his wife—— his heartbeats increasing as moments passed by. His heart rate picked up pace, and he felt light-headed, looking at the tear filled eyes which were bloodshot, portraying the anger his wife had apparently been keeping all to herself throughout the past few weeks.

"W-w-what?" He mumbled, stunned.

Annika took in a deep breath, before glaring at her husband, "Are you going to pretend that you have no idea what I'm talking about?"

"I-I-I don't," he shook his head.

"No, you don't get to ignore me!" She shook her head, grabbing the spatula from his hands and slamming it onto the frying pan.

"Annika," Shivaay fisted his palms tightly, feeling his heart start to beat erratically. He controlled his breathing to the best of his ability, swallowing as the stark disappointment in his wife's eyes stared back at him.

"Who am I to you?" Annika's question startled him out of the blue.

"What kind of question is this?" Shivaay frowned. "You're my everything, Annika."

"Everything," she scoffed. "I'm your everything?"

"Aise kyun baat kar rahi ho?" Shivaay asked, helplessly. He couldn't figure out what his wife was trying to get him to say.

Annika shook her head, walking towards the broken shards of glass and bending down to pick them up. She grabbed the pieces harshly, uncaring of whether the cut through her skin and drew out blood. "Fuck," she muttered, as the blood made it impossible for her to keep her grip on the broken pieces.

"Annika!" Her husband was by her side in an instant, kneeling down beside her. "Kya kar rahi ho tum?" He made her stand up, taking the broken shards from her hand before staring at the few small cuts on her palms.

"I'm fine," she snatched her hand back, turning her wrists around.

"Sure," he replied in a sarcastic tone. "Fine, my foot." Grabbing her elbow, he guided her towards the kitchen counter and ran cold water over her palms. "Daard ho raha hain?" He mumbled, as tears lined his eyes.

"No," she sighed.

Her husband was an enigmatic chameleon—— he went from confused to concerned in three seconds, and caring to a complete baagadh billa in another three.

She had seen all sides of him—— the best and the worst; the sacrificial and the selfish; the protective and the vulnerable.

When it came to everyone else, Shivaay would always be gentle and caring; when it came to his vulnerability, he locked his feelings up and drowned himself in reckless behaviours. Often times it would be drinking to forget; and at other times it would be dying the tips of his hair, wearing leather jackets and riding motorbikes at two a.m.

Annika shook her head in fond exasperation, as she looked at her husband closing the tap and blowing on the small cuts which weren't bleeding as much as before.

Shivaay caught her smile, frowning, "Tum has rahi ho? You're bleeding, Annika."

"You are worrying unnecessarily," she shook her head. Walking past him, she opened the cupboard overhead and took out the first aid box.

"Unnecessa—— woman, you're bleeding!" Shivaay dragged the first aid kit towards himself. "Be quiet. Let me do it." He silenced her before drying the cuts and applying the antiseptic cream.

"Are we going to pretend that everything's fine, now?" Annika remarked after a few seconds.

"What?" His eyes narrowed.