"𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?"
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"Only five months. Five months into this marriage, and we'll part ways."
"You're-you're joking, righ...
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"You could be a software developer or maybe an IT project manager," he said, trying to engage her in conversation, though she didn't seem interested.
"I know, but everything happened so fast that I never got the chance to focus on my career," she replied, her tone detached.
"But you can do it now," he suggested.
She looked up at him instantly, her mouth slightly parted in surprise. It had been so long since they had locked eyes like this, an unspoken intensity passing between them.
"Dekh lungi," she said softly before turning and walking toward the bed. (I'll see)
He could sense the sadness in her words, and it stirred something in him. He felt a pang of guilt hearing her. He had learned a lot about her from Akshita during one of their casual conversations.
She had mentioned that Rooh once dreamed of being a baker.
It had surprised him-her passion for baking, her secret classes, and her relentless participation in competitions just to prove herself. But when her family, she had reluctantly graduated in a field she had as a second option.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized how little he knew about her. For the past 12 years, he had been thinking about her, but he had never tried to understand her aspirations, her struggles, or her dreams. All he had cared about was his own infatuation with her.
What kind of man was he? How had he not seen her beyond what he wanted her to be?
That evening, he had returned home early as he was done with the meeting and was missing her as well and also to talk to her about her career. But as usual, the conversation hadn't gone as planned. While working on his laptop, he glanced at her.
She was sitting at the corner of the bed, her face expressionless, her legs stretched out. One hand rested on her knee while the other scrolled through her phone.
She looked beautiful in that Mahogany coloured saree, more than he had ever noticed before. She had started wearing saree after wedding and he just couldn't explain how mesmerizing she looked to him.
He still regretted how he had treated her, the coldness and indifference he had shown her. She was biting her lower lip lightly, her focus glued to the screen. An hour passed, and she remained in the same position.
He finally stood up, walked toward her, and without warning, snatched her phone from her hand. Startled, she gasped and looked at him, her eyes wide.
He glanced at the screen and noticed she had been shopping-and now her search had landed on undergarments, no less. Embarrassed, she quickly blinked and averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
He handed the phone back to her. "You've been staring at the screen for over two hours. It's not good for your eyes," he said curtly before walking out of the room.
