Indifferent

Awkward

Deepika's POV

He was respectful. I had to give it to him. And there was this cold politeness about him. Nothing gentle, cordial or remotely friendly, but polite - cold and polite. And I would do with it. It was more than enough. At least, there wasn't this unwanted hostility, and that was enough.

But despite of this all, I wondered how it would have been if he would have extended that famous 'Let's give this marriage a chance'. The fool that I am, I would have immediately taken up on that.

So filmy, man!

I really do need to stop watching all those films I see, but I can't. I mean, those movies are an escape from me - escape from my reality. And seeing that my reality is nowhere near a change, I do deserve this escape.

Don't I?

And, remember when I told you I yearn for affection despite of it all. Well, what would you even expect from a person like me?

However, at the same time, a part of me felt content with the bit of familiarity. It kind of sounded the same as earlier, of my time in dad's mansion. The same - just exist on your own, do your thing and do not bother me. And as much as a person like me would love to bask in the affection I felt I deserved - or maybe not, I could not help but feel relaxed with this cold indifference of him. It was familiar.

My eyes wandered across the room. It was sweet - the color, the bedding, the couch, the pillows, the paintings. It was all beautiful, and while the room was still a tad bit smaller than the one back in dad's mansion, I could tell that my time here wouldn't be as bad. He had allowed me to use his TV and his OTT accounts.

I could endlessly watch movies, unlike dad who forbade everyone from doing so in his mansion. But he did have his reasons - memories with mom. But I too deserved to make some memories with him right? I was his own blood and flesh - his child, so why?

Alright, lets just not go there.

Anyways - endless movies. What more could a movie buff like me want?

Everything asides, I first want to get rid of this heavy dress. No offence to Priya maasi, but I often wonder how do men and women manage with all the fancy stuff they wear - be it traditional dresses, or the suits and gowns. My goodness - the amount of times I have tripped over nothing today was far too much for my liking, and especially because I am not a clumsy person.

I got into my comfy hoody and sweat pant. Thanks to the centralized air conditioning in this penthouse, I didn't really have to be bothered about Mumbai's humidity. I mean, as much as I love the sea, humidity and sweat annoys me. And wearing my favorite clothes would have been such a sweaty nightmare.

"Mitttthhuu, how are you?"

Bittu's voice rang through my phone as soon as I had picked it up. I was sat near the closet arranging my stuff when the phone rang.

"Its just been an hour or two Bittu."

"And you sound like a boring married lady.", he mocked.

"And you sound like an idiot. You idiotic crow."

He had already managed to lighten up my mood. He always does that.

"As if you are anything different.", he scoffed, and I could imagine him tilting his head to the right side which makes him appear a lot more idiotic than he already if.

"Bada aya."

(Bada aya - Trying to be oversmart)

"Mitthu", his voice assumed a serious tone, and I could understand where he would be leading the conversation.