❝𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭?❞
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AUTHOR'S POV.
She never wanted this, the married life, marrying him, being a wife. Nothing. She just wanted an ordinary life, other individuals of her age are living. But, she accepted it having no other option. Things which incorporate human tendencies are often emotional and practical.
For her, it was Emotional.
And he was her only ray of hope to cling on. Taking the only opportunity, she holds it with the thought of never letting him go.
She feels safe with him. She feels protected. She feels loved.
And now that they both are in love. She is utterly attached to him that a day without him feels nothing. She wants him near her. To stay with her. He is an addiction to her.
Harmless to her body, harmful to her soul.
Currently, he is with her.
In the classroom, feasting on everyone's brain with his lecture. One more minute and she'll doze off in her seat. Her lids barely open, head pouncing due to sharp pain. Whatever he was explaining was passing like a cloud above her head and to make it worse, her final practicals were a knock away. No, he can go and fuck himself right now. She doesn't need him with her or near her in college.
What duality does this man possess? At home, he is an addiction to her but at college, he is insufferable. She can't stand him. He doesn't even spare her on a fucking simple test papers. Alright, he is insufferable.
Darn it!
“Shit!”
She hissed when the headache started getting worse. Clutching her head from her left hand, she started taking notes when he turned towards the board. Once he leaves the classroom, she throws her books in the bag and leaves the classroom, not attending other classes. She walks leisurely towards his office and opens the door, peaking in only to find him nowhere. Opening the door wide, Shurisha walks in and plops on one of the chairs in front of his desk. Folding her arms on the table, she rests her head on them and closes her eyes. She hasn't slept for more than five hours since the past month. Why? Her final examinations. Only practicals were due now. Adult ing is hard. Not as easy as it seems. But sometimes the adult arguments are worse. Not listening to the next person's explanation.
She and Suvansh have been arguing a lot these days. She doesn't even know why she gets angry with him over little things. At the end she doesn't even remember what she was arguing with him for. The sudden outbursts are the worst. The outburst that led her to sleep in a separate room alone. It's always Suvansh leaving her alone, giving her the required time to collect herself and then come to him.
