I feel guilty for raising my voice at her.
I shouldn't have scolded her.
She waited for me late into the night,
dinner untouched, still hoping I'd come.
She was everything a wife could be.
Too perfect, perhaps, for someone like me.The way I admire her,
it frightens me.
Getting closer feels like stepping into the fire.
I like her, more than I can admit.
But I don't want her tied to this grumpy soul.
She deserves more than this,
more than a life with a man like me.
She is my fairy,
but I can't be her happily ever after.--From Ishaan's diary written after ten month of marriage.
Tara's POV
I closed the diary with a heavy heart as I heard Rivan's voice. We had planned to go to Dhruv's hockey match earlier, so I quickly pulled myself together.
We arrived at the stadium together and spotted Dhruv warming up with his teammates. He approached us, and I smiled, but he didn't smile back. Instead, he grinned and hugged Rivan.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"Friends don't say sorry to each other," Dhruv pouted.
"Okay, then show me that smile. Say 'cheese!'" I teased.
"Cheeseeeee!" Dhruv beamed, pulling me into a side hug.
"Selfie time!" Rivan exclaimed, standing beside Dhruv with his phone.
We took a few photos together, laughing, but then Dhruv's coach called him back to the field.
"All the best, Captain Dhruv!" I cheered as he jogged away.
Rivan and I sat in the stands among the audience, watching Dhruv play aggressively on the field. In the first quarter, Dhruv's and opposite teams ended with no one scoring a goal. I was absorbed in the game until I saw Mahira and Ishaan standing beside me and Rivan.
For a minute, their presence made me stupefy.
"What are you doing here?" Rivan asked Mahira and Ishaan, surprised.
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His diary and her love
RomanceTara Divan, a sweet and kind-hearted woman with a fairy-like innocence, faces an unwanted situation: a party to celebrate her impending divorce from her husband, Ishaan. Ishaan, who suffers from intermittent explosive disorder, is seen by many as a...