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"Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror.
"They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers.
"But they don't have the fragranc...
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"Unlike...you. I never went to any other city being all anonymous and did stuff. Even if I did, you know it." Agastya suddenly stood up from the bed.
"What are you implying with this?"
"That I do not know where you were, what you did, whom did you meet and, well–"
What the actual fuck?
The audacity!
"No! Don't you dare." I took a long pause to not to sound angry but my voice betrayed me, "Just admit it you are suddenly jealous and insecure about me being gone, rather than accusing me of this shit."
"Yes! I am. Because I have absolutely no idea of what you exactly feel about me, or us at this point of time. That makes me very insecure for I am not sure where we fucking stand. And I think we should keep this till here for I do not want to make things uglier than they already are." He stormed out of the room.
That's what he does. To avoid difficult conversations, he simply walks out, hoping everything would fall into place on its own when he would get back.
Not this time!
I felt like screaming. There is no way we could sort out anything talking like this.
I punched on the bed hard, hurting my already wounded elbow in the process.
***
Next morning, we were just avoiding each other. Not coming in each other's way, not even looking into each other's eyes. It was point blank silence till Sid arrived.
There was a tiny bit of disappointment in his eyes as he understood that we had a fight. Sid could easily sense what was going on. I no longer wanted to fight in front of him. But by now, even he is aware that Agastya and I are not an ideal couple.
Agastya soon left after breakfast as he had some work. Sid and I talked through most of the day. Evening arrived but there were no traces of my grumpy husband yet. I was starting to worry, but it was an understatement.
No matter how angry I am or whatever had happened between us, whenever he is out there, at the headquarters or at some posting, some sort of strange, unhinged fear crawled into my skin, making me feel absolutely nauseous.
"You don't have to babysit me." I told Sid, trying to divert my mind.
"I know! But I like it here instead of staying in that empty house." Sid responded with utmost honesty.
"Then stay here."
"But I also love my peace!" He grinned. I chuckled, shaking my head.
"By the way, I know it's too early to ask but, are you coming to Agastya's medal ceremony?"
