MANVIKA KULKARNI :
An introvert girl who is studying Architecture.An overthinker and mostly lives in her own world.Family is everything but to unknown reasons distances herself from them. Because of her dark past where she lost everything. Even suff...
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What she made next reached my indignation to another level. Why does she have to be this stubborn? I have clearly said not to do that but who is she after all?
We were done with lunch and the waiter came with a bill. I was about to forward my card but before me she forwarded her card.
I inhaled audibly and I curbed my rage which would burst any moment. She paid the bill and without even glancing at her, not caring whether she is following me or not I walked towards the car.
I sat in the car and waited for her, not like all the times I opened the door. I am not in the mood. She entered and was all quite innocent.
I started the drive and my hold on the steering wheel tight as I controlled myself. Somewhere I felt hurt and distant.
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By looking at his demeanor I can calculate how furious he might be. I have triggered him to his last string of patience. It is the first time from our marriage I am seeing him this angry.
He might be feeling dishonored or disrespected but I have my own reasons to do that. I didn't dare to meet his constant gaze.
We reached our penthouse and he got out by shutting the car door with a thud. Like other times he didn't open my door though I am not complaining.
Neither of us picked up shopping bags from the car. I followed him like a lost puppy. Manvika you are done. By seeing his expressions, he is definitely gonna eat you. My mind mocked me.
We entered the house and to avoid him I took baby steps towards our room. But luck was definitely not in my favor.
“Manvika after what you have done don't you think we should have a conversation?” He said coldly standing near the couch crossing his hands over his chest. He only calls me by name when it's serious.
“About what you are taking? I am not getting it.” I tried to act innocent.
“You know exactly what we are talking about and why I am angry.” he added by taking intimidating steps near me.
