Pleases and Sorries

A Glimpse Into Their Life [ii]

Continued...

Once upon a time, things went like this.

He would come home, tiptoe into the kitchen hug her from behind, and smooch her with pecks and kisses, everywhere his hands would reach. Then, she had to force him to first eat food and then he would pick her up and carry her to their bedroom and they would stay awake the whole night doing wickedly beautiful things.

It was back when they were newly married.

Gradually,things changed.
When it exactly happened, she still didnt know.

But still , many a times he would come home and hug her her just the way he always did, and so happy, relieved she felt, so damn excited she was,  that she would reciprocate his hug and kisses. they got carried away. she didnt  hate that, he always made sure that they both enjoyed it exceptionally.

But it was the mornings, always the mornings. as she would wake up dressed in his shirt, covered with blanket, clean but alone on an empty bed, only   see him sipping his black coffee, going through case files in the hall. She hated that.

It would always remind her how he had refused to answer as to who he would choose between work and them. it intensified the hurt gnawing and growing in her chest.

She dreaded it.

Dreaded waking up alone on an empty bed, to have no one on her side to cherish the morning with.

She dreaded it so much , that she refused to sleep with him.

Then she refused to sleep in the same room with him altogether. Even when he had denied doing so in the beginning. Bugged her day and night as to what happened, why she is doing so but she stayed silent, not answering, knowing that he would never compromise on his work, until he drawed a line when she pleaded crying. He had tried, really his best. But she was adamant.

Now as she breathed harshly, stirring the daal, she wondered the drift was because of her. Cause she won't take care of his physical needs?  Cause she won't let him sleep with her? Cause she refused to have sex?

Soon, him hugging her was an indication of him wanting sex from her.

And she hated it. All she wanted was to be acknowledged and seen, but he just remembered her when he wanted sex. That's what had happened to her, she's been reduced to his personal sex sl- she doesn't even want to think about it.

With those thoughts swirling in her head, she stumbled, and spilled some food as she served him dinner, avoiding his eyes.

Instantly, he held her hand, "Had your food?" Sit down.Please.Talk to me. Heck, just sit beside me again.

"Yes, why?" Tell me we should sit together.  Just one-word Saaransh.

He shrugs, " Okay then. " Please sit-down Reya. Pls.pls.pls. I want, heck, I fucking need you by my side Reya.

And he lets go of her hand.

" Night then." She says and runs to her separate room, sad over the loss of warmth of his handover hers.

He silently had his food alone.

And resorts to his room which was once their room, completely defeated.

And next morning, instead of travelling for the weekend like ha had originally planned to, he was sipping his coffee while going through case files. Yet again.

Like the 90 percent of all things in his life, this was a strategic move. It was to wait for her. He sat in the hall, waiting for the morning beauty to grace his eyes with her presence. He loved it.

Despite the messy nest of her hairs. Despite the drool on her chin. Despite her sleepiness. He loved all of it, all of her imperfections and her persona.

He waited and waited and waited until she would come out room, yawning and stretching her arms, then he would be spellbound, awestruck and at loss of words and breath.

Until she went in the kitchen and he pulled himself together.

And they would fall into their perfunctory routine, immersed in work at work and at home. Both of them.

Things weren't always like this.

They worsened gradually.

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