𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

21

CHAPTER 21 :
❀ CHEATING ❀
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M I R A Y A ' S P O V

I sat there holding onto the white shirt, staring at it with a blank face.

Raghav Singhania, my husband, would never do such a thing like cheating and I'm very well aware of it. But my mind somewhere is not ready to ignore the fact that there's this lipstick mark on his shirt.

How it even here in the first place? Did she actually kiss here?

No. No. No.

"Beta, Are you okay? Is something wrong?" I heard Nalini Aunty asking me with a knock on the door.

I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, and stood up. Folding the white shirt in my hand, I kept it back inside my side of the closet drawer.

I need to compose myself, to face him. Ask him about this. Even yesterday, I didn't question anything but I think this needs to be clear.

I can't let anyone play with my heart overall again.

Taking my handbag and cell phone from the couch, I walked towards the bedroom door, placed a happy smile on my face, and opened the door.

"It's just that I took time to dress well, today. Do I look good?" I asked her, who was looking at me worriedly.

I should've opened the door before itself.

Taking a pinch on black kohl from her eyes, she placed it behind my ears, with a smile on her face, "You always look good with a smile, dear. Just be happy like this, always."

I wish the same, aunty. But, how should I tell you that this smile is a fake one?

And about happiness, it's never written in my fate.

"You are so sweet, aunty. Thank you for staying with us." I hugged her, and quickly wiped my incoming tears with the back of my hand.

Pulling away from the hug, I smiled at her again.

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I kept looking outside the window of the car, as we were passing by the huge skyscrapers and office buildings. It's funny how I'm here today, sitting in my husband's most luxurious car. I would travel by bus and wait for hours for that one last bus of the night to travel back home.

It was just another method to reach my apartment late to not feel alone.

These roads have witnessed my whole career. Starting from my internship in my third-year to my current years, it's strange how fast the time passes. They have also observed me and him fighting. It all only reminds me of how stupid I was to give him immense chances every time. Everytime he would prove me wrong.

Placing my hand on my tummy, I caressed it softly. My baby.

Our baby.

A small smile formed across my lips remembering how fondly he smiled that day at the hospital when I said, it's our baby. He deserves all of it. Afterall, what he has done for me till now, he should get every happiness in the world. And this was only my first step towards giving him that.

I don't know about love yet. But, whenever I look at him, I feel lucky to be his wife. I am happy he asked me to marry him. He was always there for me whenever I needed him. Never directly, yet indirectly always.