A 2nd Chance at marriage Romance.
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Warning: Join Shreya and Saaransh's journey of pain, hurt, love and longing with a box of tissues on your side.
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Her stomach grumbled. She turned and twisted in the bed.
Groaning, she got up and made her way to kitchen. Checked for leftovers in fridge and found the biggest slice of the party's cake, mushroom chillies , fillings for the Bombay and Mexican sandwich, and Manchurian all wrapped up and stuffed in hurry.
She smiled while taking the cake put and yelped next second seeing the stillhoute of a man. Turns out, it was only her husband leaning against the countertop, with a cup of green tea in his hands, still in 3 piece-suit neatly tucked in, in a manner that highlighted his stressed, but firm, broad shoulders even in dim lights, with an air so pure of unadulterated arrogance that serves him right as the topmost criminal lawyer in the country even when he, Mr. Workaholic with capital W, chooses to take a rest.
" When did you come ? " She asks him, the clock on wall pointed at 4.
He loosened his tie, shrugging. " Just some moments ago." Then his gaze moved from weary face to her body, slowing down at the curve of her breasts behind the baby blue silk camisole and the yellow and pink star printed cotton shorts which she ridiculously pulls up to her . The ones she always wears behind the privacy of "her room" . He gulped wondering if it was the alcohol speaking or she still retained that spark that always drew him in like like moth to a flame, even after an almost fucking deacade, even when they had separated rooms 3 years ago.
He felt bloody drawn in to her, even when she had left his side and prefered to sleep on his precious days.
" Why so late?" She asked with coldness that made one overlook the fact that she still cared- about him, his dreams, and his health, despite knowing the obvious answer.
" Work." His response was clipped.
She grinded her jaw, then scoffed unable to hold her tounge back," At 4 in the morning, right ? When people are getting up for the next day , Mr Lawyer Mahashay comes back from work. What's the need to throw a lavish party , when you can't take one break from work ! "
He finished his tea in one go, slapped the teacup with such a ferocity on the countertop that it startled Shreya."Goddamit!" He growled," What the hell is your problem? What the hell is your bloody problem , Shreya? Is it today's party?-" She flinched but he didn't stop, " or is it my work? Don't you know what it takes to be at top? Don't you bloody know that this is what brings the bread on our tables ?"
She glared at him icily, " What do you mean by that Saaransh? I also am a working professional? I too contribute at our table."
" Oh please," he scoffed and totally got rid of that damned piece of tie." We both know that we can't even pay for our home loan with your salary. And that from past 5 years you couldn't even get a single promotion."
She held-in her tears and snapped back, " Oh yeah ? Then let me remind you that I don't have to Lick the businessmen's shoes and kiss ministers arses for the next big shot all day and night long !"
