I woke up to an empty room the next morning. I looked around and realized that Mohsin wasn't there. The pillow beside mine was still like yesterday, indicating that hadn't come to sleep with her. While part of me was relieved, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. Brushing aside my feelings, I quickly got ready as we needed to go back home. Before leaving, I messaged my aunt to update her on my life.
I went downstairs and found Mohsin standing near the entrance. He seemed preoccupied with his phone and didn't notice me. One of the guards said "Sir the car was ready" Mohsin walked towards it without even glancing at me. What!?
The guard gestured for me to come, and I followed. I couldn't help but notice Mohsin's behavior, which was quite different from the previous day. He sat inside the car first, and the guard opened the door for me this time!! What's wrong?
During the ride, we both remained silent, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Weird! I tried to break the silence. "Thank you for the vacation," I said, but he didn't reply and kept his focus on the road ahead. "I really enjoyed spending time with you yesterday," I said again, speaking more slowly this time. However, all I noticed was his grip on the steering wheel becoming tighter. Should I ask him if something is wrong? I tried to say something, "Something-", but he suddenly stopped the car and shouted at me, "Can't you see I'm driving? Don't you dare to talk to me while I am doing something!" his words made my eyes go wild with tears. I kept looking at him "fuck" he cursed in the air to whom? Me or himself!?
As Mohsin drove the car, tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. I turned away from him to stare out the window, trying to hide my emotions so as not to provoke another outburst from him. But the tears kept coming, and I couldn't help but cry silently.
It was the first time he had ever treated me this way, and it felt like a knife had been stabbed into my heart. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as we drove back home in silence, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Mohsin's behavior during the ride was a complete contrast to the day before, and I couldn't help but wonder what had changed. The whole experience left me feeling confused, hurt, and vulnerable.
We finally reached our destination after a long two-hour ride. Throughout the journey, I kept looking out of the window, lost in my thoughts. As soon as we arrived, Mohsin stepped out of the car and said something to the guard standing at the entrance of the mansion. I couldn't make out what he said, but he seemed tense. I got out of the car, and the guards helped me with the luggage.
Suddenly, I heard a girl's voice calling out, "Babyy". I turned around to see a girl who appeared to be around my age, with brown hair and a beautiful face. I was confused and wondered who she was. She rushed over and hugged Mohsin, and I couldn't believe it. What the hell!!!? He's my fiancé! I frowned at the sight. However, Mohsin didn't hug her back. Instead, he looked at me and pushed her away, taking a step back.
"How are you? We haven't met in months!" she said, cupping his face. Excuse me!!? The hell! I was still confused and wondered who she was. Was she his sister? If so, that would be fine. But she didn't resemble him at all and even she called him BABY! Are you serious? Mohsin again removed her hands from his cheeks.
He said something to her but I didn't hear it. He looked upset. "Come, won't we go inside?" The brown hair girl again spoke. She held Mohsin's arm like couples do at parties. Ohh! What the heck is going on? Why is she holding his hand!? Mohsin tried to remove her hand but she pulled him towards the house. Leave him girl! He is my future husband!!
"You changed the exterior of the house" She again said. She looked around only to find me standing and she frowned. "Who is she, baby?" She asked Mohsin. How can she call him baby again and again? Stop that, I feel irritated. Mohsin clenched his chin and didn't look at me or her. "Hi," she said to me. She came towards me with a smile on her face. Why is she even smiling!? I gave her a forced smile back. "Is she a new maid?" She turned and asked Mohsin. What the-!? "I am not a maid!" my mouth spilled it.
She turned around and saw me from top to bottom. "Yeah, you don't seem like a one to me so may I know what you are doing here?" there was a change in her voice. "Please let's go inside," Mohsin said before me. "No, why will she go inside?" that brown hair girl asked him. "I will tell you, please" Mohsin replied holding his anger and I felt it. She glanced at me and went inside in her own attitude. I looked at Mohsin and he looked at me. He gestured me to go inside. I went inside because there was no use asking him about her cause he would never tell me. I am not even so close to him.
As I entered, I saw her sitting with one leg above the other and her hands crossed. Arrogant! I didn't sit. She ignored me. She stood up as Mohsin came. "Tell me, who the fuck is she?" She asked him cursing me. I should ask the same huh. "We will talk about this later," he said. "No way! I don't want this bitch here, in front of me" She screamed. Hearing her, my eyes became teary. I know I cry on little things but it's not my mistake! "How the fuck she-" she again shouted but Mohsin cut her line in between "Vedika just stop! Don't you dare to say anything else about her," he said in a loud voice.
I wasn't able to control my tears anymore, so I went inside. I closed the door and sat on the bed. Tears were just flowing from my eyes. I was wiping it again and again but it wasn't stopping. I layed on the bed.
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I hate my life. I always cry on little things and this is the reason I have no friends. Even though I got some but they all were snakes. I always felt alone and I will forever it seems like. My aunt too left me in the hell. I hate everyone. Thinking and crying, I slept.
