The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 25

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The summers with each passing year was turning more terrible. The heat was killing me. I just wanted to go to my home, to my comfort zone. For saving money and managing my budget I never overused my resources. I gladly used a second hand car without AC.

Lately expenses had been increased due to my wedding. It had been three weeks of my marriage with Mehrbano.

And in these three weeks, I have gone through different kind of emotions. It isn't easy to live with someone I believe but I never thought it would be so difficult.

I tested my patience in so many ways and I have realized in some matters I have failed miserably.

I couldn't make myself talk to her if it's not necessary, engaging in conversations with her was very difficult. No, my relationship with her wasn't normal. It was different and very difficult for me.

I was regretting getting married.

Marriage isn't as easy as it seems.

I knocked at my apartment door. It's strange to knock when I always used to unlock it in the past. Without wasting much time she opened the door and welcomed me with a small smile on her face.

It was strange, a beautiful woman standing at the door, just for me. It's certainly is. When did I ever imagine this?

I glanced at her but couldn't smile back at her because I didn't want to. I wanted to remain at a certain distance with her. I followed my decision I made on my wedding day, there won't be any emotional attachment between us at any cost.

That's it.

Deep down I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help it. I wasn't ready to get played with once again. I was done being played once.

I didn't trust Mehrbano. How could I? She was my wife but I couldn't trust her with myself. I didn't know her nor did I have any desire in me to know her.

"Aslamo alaikum" She greeted me softly.

I just nodded at her. I usually use less words as possible.

I went inside and sat on the sofa under the fan. The scorching weather made me exhausted. It was a small studio apartment. Once it was enough for me but with another being with me I needed to arrange another apartment for our usage.

Another museebat in never ending list.

I was about to wipe out sweat from my forehead when she came near me. I looked up at her. She was standing so close to me. I could smell her soft fragrance. She never came closer to me by herself, it was always me who initiated things between us.

She pressed the end of her dupatta on my forehead softly and wiped it completely.

Her fragrance engulfed my senses.

"Bohat thak gae hain?" She asked politely. Her voice was nothing but sweet and it touched the walls of my heart.

(Are you very tired?)