55. ISSUES UNCALLED FOR

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Meanwhile Virat unknowingly stepped on the broken glasses of the phone as she pushed him back.

He was more hurt by the fact that she was hurting herself .

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Without caring about his feet, he walked to the bathroom door as she had locked from inside.

"Anu darwaza kholo" he knocked on it.

"Virat, JUST LEAVE!" She shouted from inside.

"Not funny , open the door" he knocked on it harder.

"leave me alone, just go!" She screamed as she was crying.

"Ok ..fine..fine.. I'm leaving. But please come out. I'm going" he didn't wanted to exert her further. When he turned around, the white floor had crimson red blood trail as he walked to the washroom door.

He looked under his feet and it was bleeding. He went to the other washroom and washed his wounds. He came back and wiped the floor completely after he had bandaged his wound.

He picked up the phone which was absolutely shattered and swept the floor as much as he could. But still there were small glass particles. He used vacuum cleaner to suck it off the floor.

Anushka was still in the washroom. After about half an hour, she came out. She didn't dare to look at his face. But it was clear that she was crying heavily. Her face and eyes were visibly swollen.

She went to the balcony and sat there alone. Virat didn't bother her for some time. But he couldn't control himself, he went to her again with the first aid kit.

He went and stood infront of her to see how she reacts, but there was no reaction. Then he kept the box on the side and sat beside her. Still there was no reaction. She looked extremely tired and drained to even fight back.

He held her fingers and look at the cut. It was as if he was in more pain than her. When he took the medicine to apply, she pulled her hand out of his'. He held it back in equal pace.

"Chup chap baithogi tum, I'm not playing anymore. Enough is enough." he said in a harsh and cold tone. She could feel his grip tighten on her hand.

She stared at his face with terror but he wasn't looking at her. He dressed her wound tightly and glared at her. A tear left her eyes.

"I hate you" she said with a disgust in her voice.

"Karlo hate. But I'm not letting you play with this wound" he said giving it a double dressing. He closed the box and was leaving when she grabbed his attention.

"I. Will. Do that movie. Come what may" she declared with passion.

"Do it. Who stopped you?" He asked nonchalantly.

"You were labelling me as selfish. But when you play cricket, there's nothing selfish in that, isn't it?" She questioned his hypocrisy.

"What? When did I call you selfish?" He was so confused.

"Tumne hi kaha na , ki I don't care about my family, my son, you. What was that" she reminded him.

"What- ..oh my god Anu..I was just joking. I didn't mean that, what the hell...  Oh god.." he rubbed his head in disappointment. He sat near her again.

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