Annika- The Scorned Wife

10. Not a 'drunk stupid mistake'

Important - This book barely gets any engagement and I am seriously thinking of taking it down. Lack of any kind of response is just making me demotivated to write further. I mean there isn't a point of writing if no one wants to read, right?

I'll see how this chapter and the next does to decide if I want to write ahead or not.

Sexual content‼️
almost all the further chapters would have some since it is an erotica.

Ranveer

It's been 6 days. Six goddamn days since I've seen her.

You'd think living in the same house would make it impossible to avoid someone, but Annika has managed it. She doesn't leave her room while I'm home. Whenever I get back from work, her door is closed, and when I wake up in the morning, it's the same. If the housekeeper calls her for meals, she insists on eating inside her room. Sometimes, she skips it altogether. I've noticed. Even when I try to linger, hoping to catch a glimpse of her—nothing.

And it's starting to piss me off.

I'm not used to people ignoring me. I'm not used to being avoided in my own damn house. But still, every fucking day I stand in the kitchen like an idiot, waiting to see if she'll come out for breakfast.

She doesn't.

This is getting ridiculous.

I can't concentrate on my work. All I can think about is my pretty little gray-eyed wife who has made it her mission to ignore me like plague.

The last I saw her was when I told her to get some rest in her room. She looked shaken up by the attack so I wanted to giver her space to cope. I am starting to think it wasn't the wisest decision.

Maybe I didn't handle it the way I should have. I should've been more comforting, more... soft, but that's never been my style. Now she's punishing me with her silence, and I'm not handling it well.

"You look like shit," Vikram's voice pulls me out of my spiral as he steps into my office, leaning casually against the doorframe.

I scowl at him, feeling my irritation rise. "Thanks for that, Vikram. Real helpful."

He grins, clearly not fazed by my mood. "Come on, man. You've been brooding for days. You need a drink."

I grunt in response, turning back to my desk, though I've barely done a single productive thing all day. "Not in the mood."

"Well, too bad," Vikram says, stepping forward and grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair. "Because we're going out. You're going to drink, loosen up, and maybe get your head out of whatever miserable pit it's been stuck in."

I open my mouth to argue, but he's already heading for the door, and part of me knows he's right. I can't keep sitting here, letting my frustration build. If I don't do something, I'll lose it.

An hour later, we're at our usual bar. The lights are dim, the music is low, and Vikram's already ordered us a round of drinks. I down my first glass faster than I should.

"You gonna tell me what's going on?" Vikram asks, lounging back in his seat like he doesn't have a care in the world. "Or am I going to have to guess?"

I let out a rough sigh, pouring myself another drink. "It's Annika. She's been avoiding me. Six days, Vikram. Six fucking days of nothing but locked doors and excuses."

Vikram whistles, shaking his head. "Ouch. That's rough, man. What the hell did you do?"

"I don't know," I snap, feeling the alcohol burn its way down my throat. "I've given her space after the attack. I thought that's what she needed, but now... I don't know. Maybe I should've done more. Comforted her or something."