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"What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes raking over my drenched body and widening. Instantly, he opens the door further, allowing me to slip inside and grab a towel from somewhere, handing it to me.
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I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that Neil might be gay. I mean, I don’t want to label him based off just one video but it’s still insane. Were there always such signs? I can’t be too sure considering I haven’t spent much time with that man anyway.
He’d always kiss me on the cheek and buy me flowers or bake me cakes before our marriage but those deeds seem pretty chivalrous though. . . why did he never try to initiate intimacy? As soon as I think of it, the answer is right in front of me: Neil Rajan has never loved me. He only married me because he was being blackmailed by my father through this video of him railing some guy.
My life has become nothing less than a TV show, if you ask me.
I bite my lip and pace back and forth, dwindling between doing what’s right VS being selfiesh. My father most definitely used this video to force Neil into marrying me which is wrong on so many levels. I don’t think Neil would’ve cared as much if it had been one with a girl but because it’s with a man, and if he really is homo-sexual and this video leaks, the public will hound him for God knows how long.
I don’t care what his sexuality is. All I know is that he’s an abusive, manipulative bitch who deserves to go down but not because of something that’s so personal to him. I want to destroy him because he’s a two-faced pussy, a liar and a criminal, not because he’s gay.
Do I use this video to blackmail him and get him to divorce me but leave without getting any justice or still wait and find something solid for which he’ll get what he deserves? My options are limited and so is my will to live in this house anymore.
“Are you upset?” Aayansh’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I stop pacing, suddenly realising I’d also been biting my nails.
“Upset?” I blink. “Why would I be upset?”
He shrugs and looks away. “Finding out your husband is gay isn’t exactly every wife’s dream come true.” He looks at me and clenches his jaw, his voice steady, underlying with caution when he says, “You love him still, don’t you?”
I have a feeling he’s prying and he’s even mad about it. His voice may be steady on the outside but it’s a practiced tactic. He seems uninterested in knowing how I feel but is pretty damn curious and he hates that.
Do I still love Neil? “Bullshit.” The reply comes straight from my heart. “I mean, if you’d shown this to me within the first week of my marriage, I’d have been devastated. Now, though, almost three years later, I’m actually quite happy. Women don’t deserve the kind of malicious software that’s programmed into Neil. He’s better off ruining men’s life.” I could’ve stalled and lied if I’d wanted, just to get a reaction out of Aayansh but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to make fun out of the situation we’re in right now.
