Aradhana: His only worship

XXIX

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Sharmo sharmi mein bandh hai

Khud se khud ki 

kaisi yeh jang hai

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Aradhana's POV

I sigh, turning onto my stomach slowly and with care, hands resting by my waist. It's around 11, I guess, and I'm wide awake—not a hint of sleep in my eyes.

Why would I feel sleepy? I woke up at 1, so I know I won't be sleeping early tonight.

I gaze at the empty side of my bed; he's not here. We had dinner, the others left, and after dropping me off, he left too, saying,

"It's important, I'll come back soon." It's been an hour, and I'm missing him now.

"Argh!" I groan in frustration.

This is my issue—if you're kind to me, and treat me well, I get attached too quickly, and the same is happening with him.

His presence demands attention.

Aur main de bhi deti hu!!

I gulp, feeling warmth spread across my cheeks as I recall his words. "I only fuck my wife and that's you"

Its vulgar I know

Its improper to talk like that I know

But the thought of him doing that me gives me chills, like what will happen if we do that, like will it hurt or will I.... 

"Wait, what the heck am I thinking?" I yell to myself, lying on my back.

What if he doesn't want to?

What if he does...

And I...

I don't know, I sigh.

Is it right for me to think this way? 

What happened to me will always be a hurdle between us.

I'm telling you,

I know.

I flinch at the sudden sound of my phone's ringtone. Sighing, I slowly get up, careful not to hurt myself, and stand on one foot. since it's placed on the table near the door—I need to go there.

Taking slow steps, careful not to put too much pressure on my injured ankle, I make my way and pick up Supriya's video call.

"Helloooo" I sang.

"Hmm, kesi hai tabiyat" she asked dully.

"Puch mat behen, everybody part is paining like I am broken in pieces." I told her and opened the door and came out from our bedroom walking slowly.

"You know" you should have broken in pieces jo Harkat tune ki hai na, uske liye" she spatted sarcastically with a huff.

"Ab isme meri ky galti wo gay(cow) bich me aagayi" I pouted and walked toward the kitchen counter to grab something. I just had my dinner but still caving for something.

"Pagal aurat teri speed kitni thi batana jara?" she shouted, and I gulped grabbing the bread from refrigerator and Nutella with a spoon.

"Acha wo chod abb, sab ne bohot sunaya hai yaar, tu mat please," I pleaded and tried to change the topic, and went near couch and took the remote of television I am doing everything like I am an 80-year-old lady and her deth is near I slumped down