The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 46

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The city seemed different today. The building and infrastructure was same as before maybe I myself was changed that's why it felt different in a positive way.

I stopped my car at a flower shop and bought a multi flowers bouquet for her. It looked pretty. She would instantly like it I am sure about it.

She loved to buy gajrey. Whenever our car stopped at a signal, a kid selling gajrey would appear. She would look at me but I never understood till she asked for it. My non romantic self would hand her the flowery bracelets instead of myself tying it around her delicate wrists.

She loved flowers. I hope she will also like this bouquet.

My car stopped at the parking lot of an apartment building. It was a newly built building consisting of studio apartments only. She had shifted here two weeks ago. When I asked her why she chose to live alone, she replied she wanted her own space.

I missed our own apartment that we left behind. My family moved our things out of the apartment that was rented. It was of no use now. Mehr wasn't with me and I wasn't able to live there alone. That place wasn't home without her so I left it.

I reached the third floor where she lived. I released a long sigh and rang the bell. I was waiting for her to open the door anxiously.

After a few seconds, the door opened and my gaze fell at the most precious person in my life.

She was dressed in ice blue baggy jeans and a short white kurta which had multicolor embroidery on it's neck and cuffs. A scarf was wrapped around her neck and a bag hanging at her shoulder. I hadn't seen her dressed like that ever. She always wore simple trousers and long qameez. And to my surprise, she had changed her simple layered hair cut to short pointed bob cut. Her hair was hardly reaching her neck. Her look was completely changed.

And no doubt she was looking beautiful, really beautiful.

I was stunned at her new look. She definitely looked different, but in a good and appreciable way.

She waited for me to speak. I remained stunned for a few seconds.

"Aslamo alaikum!" I mumbled, finally and handed the bouquet to her.

"Iski kia zaroorat thi!" She reluctantly grabbed the bouquet.

(It wasn't needed)

"You like flowers" I said.

"I don't, anymore" She said placing the bouquet somewhere beside her. I was still standing outside so couldn't see the inside.

Her words suddenly silenced me. Did I make her dislike the things she enjoyed?

"You look different but very beautiful" I told her with a smile.

"Thank you" She replied coming out of the house and to my surprise she was locking it.

I wasn't welcomed inside her place.

It hurts me to think that she was still at a distance from me.

"Where are we going?" I walked behind her who was going to the lift.