"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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It was midnight, and sleep was nowhere to be found. Tossing and turning in our half-empty bed, I struggled to get some rest. His absence made my heart feel hollow.
I missed him beside me. I hadn't realized how much I had come to depend on his presence in the last few months. The room was filled with silence, the only audible sound coming from the ticking of the wall clock.
It was really so difficult to be mad at him, he looked adorable when he showed his puppy eyes. Stop it Avni you have to focus on, Had I been too harsh on him? It was just a date, and maybe he forgot by mistake. But he should have told me about it. I didn't even give him a chance to explain. He could have at least left a message saying he was busy. Did I do the right thing? Where was he sleeping, and most importantly how was he managing,?
I straightened up and sat on the bed, my mind racing with thoughts of him. I looked around, torn about what to do. One thing was certain: I couldn't sleep.
With hesitant and reluctant thoughts, I stood up from the bed and roamed around the room, my mind captivated by him. I decided to go check on him.
It was dark outside, but a few small lights were left on. I walked towards the hallway, guided by those lights.
When I reached the hall, I found the sofa empty. He wasn't sleeping here, I thought. I walked further in search of him.
"His study," I thought. He must be sleeping there, as it was the only other place he could be.
Tiptoeing, I walked to his study. The door was slightly open, so I peeked inside. It was dark. With the help of my flashlight, I moved further into the room.
I was devastated and shocked to find him sleeping peacefully on the couch. Here I was, struggling to get some sleep without him, and he slept like there was no tomorrow.
How can he sleep so peacefully, making me this angry? I walked towards the couch. He was barely fitting on it because of his height. He hadn't even changed his clothes and was still in his formals, with the quilt covering only one leg. How could he you threw him out, my subconscious mind mocked me.
I smiled, looking at him, not sure why. Gently, I took the quilt and covered him fully before taking another glance at him.
"You'll pay for this" I wishpered and turned to leave.
And suddenly, I halted in my steps as he grabbed me, pulling my wrist. I fell onto the couch beside him, and he wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin in the crook of my neck my back resting against his chest.
