Gungun pov
Every day was the same, exact copy of the previous one, waking up in the morning to sleeping at night had no different, same people I live with, same work I do, same thing happening again in a loop.
I am in a vicious loop of instructions to be exact and the door to leave it has long gone away, life is the same just the difference is I avoid to talk and intract with them, I rarely go out .
I have not stepped out of this house since he brought me again as if I have forgot how the outside world look like that day was the last time I saw behind the main gate how the world is outside from then I haven't stepped out, I don't even stand in balcony or go to terrace, I have Consciously blocked it all.
Everyone is happy with me I am a good wife now, a good daughter in law, a good mother, my mother calls me daily now just to remind how good I am doing in my life and how happy and proud she is of me.
My mother in law doesn't leave a chance to praise me in front of other people but she doesn't leave a chance to remind me of ny past mistakes when we are alone.
Father in law is neutral just like my father they both just look from outside and unsee as if not bother to get involved in female thing.
Children time is the only timro of the whole day when my body is robotic and forced, they make me feel home, my real home, I am glad to marry him, that I am gifted with two precious souls they both have calm down a lot, kind of matured up as they are growing up, they do not make things difficult for me now instead are the best one to have a company of.
My husband is different now I don't know what happened to him he changed in these past years, it's almost going to be three years since I ran away and I am back to this house, time flies so soon.
He did try to talk to me in the initial time of my wound or to be exactly our wound in this marriage,he tried to fix everything right, amend things between us, take small efforts , tried to spend time with me but my ignorance kind of annoyed him, or may be demotivated him to the extent he slowly lost hope his effort slowly started to decrease day by day turning to twice a week to once a month and then he just stopped one day.
I excepted everything with open arms this time, yes I am a weak woman who had just compromised with my situation like many others do, but what was the point to fight it all, being against everyone literally everyone, it's not easy in any way to face such a situation when everyone says a different point and who bang your head and rack your brain to your last breath of energy left in you to prove the other, it's wiser to accept others point and move on.
I understood after a hard battle with everyone in my family that I am not special, I am just life the ordinary any other girl who is born, married, had kids and then die, I am not the only one doing it, the moment I expected this it became so easier, everyone in my family is happy and content with me.
I did not have the special thing in me, not the special powers even I fought them all, till how the fight may continue I have no idea off, from who all are going to turn against me, who all I have to fight, my mother, my father, my husband, my in laws, ultimately my kids then who all I will be left with nothing even if I win what will I end up with.
It's easier to say and look at the street some other woman fighting or just acting at the end the list of sacrifices leads on to the deadliest end no woman would like to face, so it is a better choice to just do what you are asked for.
This choice leaves so many rewards, having your children close to you watching them grow in a safe and healthy environment, happy and good it's enough reason to be where you don't want to be.
Taking the last sip of the tea, I get and walk inside from the garden of my house, another favorite place of this house where I am actually happy, getting inside the kitchen I keep the cup in the sink looking at chopped vegetables I did earlier, I wash my hand and prepares the dinner after an hour I hear his car knowing it's eight now I move out of the kitchen .
Standing on the gate I take his bag and move to his office to keep it there while he without looking at me goes straight to the bedroom to freshen up, keeping his bag I move back to kitchen, looking at the family I feel nothing serving them food I move back to kitchen Completing my chores I avoid eating at night and am back to bedroom this is been my daily routine for the past three years.
Moving straight to the bathroom I take a bath and was off the dirt and smell of my body one of my habit I picked up, looking at the drawer filled with scented moisturizers and body cream I apply them thoroughly so that I smell good.
I walk back to my side of the bed looking at him who was already sitting on his side chatting on his phone, I don't mind him doing anything now earlier it use to irritate me when I use to crave his cuddles bit not now anymore.
Laying on my side I try to sleep but couldn't because of his disturbance of the typing sound constantly and so badly want to stop him but putting a pillow on my head I try to sleep.
After sometime I feel his eyes on me and then I feel him hover on my side taking of the pillow from my head he come close to me while I lay there stiff, kissing my cheek he whisper me "good night gunu..... Agar neend aa rahi the bol deti ki phone mat chalao... Sleep bache... Sweet dreams" Saying this he pat my head for a while and then I feel the bed weight getting light as he got up.
After sometime I turn back and look in the balcony he was standing while smoking and other hand holding the phone, he is talking to someone at this time, not paying more attention I grab a pillow and sleep while cuddling it.
