IT WAS MEANT TO BE HIM

66- Avoiding

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Erica's pov -
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Two days had passed since that brief, conversation with Kabir. It wasn't much, but it was enough to leave a gnawing emptiness in me. Since that day, he hadn't returned to the bungalow. Not once. It felt like the house had become a stranger's home, a place where I was simply existing-waiting and hoping.

The hotel site, where his project was underway, was only five kilometers away. He could've come back. But no. He stayed there, buried in work that he didn't even need to do. He is the MD His presence wasn't required at the site all the time . But Kabir had his reasons for staying away. It was obvious. He didn't want to see me. I thought of going there but it's his work place..may be I won't like me interfering in his professional space

I spent my days here, in this empty, too-big bungalow, going through the motions. Staff came and went, some of his people bringing over things for him-papers, files, notes-but he didn't come. Not even once.....every time they left, every time the door clicked shut behind them, it felt like the space between us grew wider.

The silence felt suffocating, like the walls themselves were closing in on me.

It was the second night since I arrived, and I had hoped, prayed even, that he might come back tonight. Maybe tonight he would return and-what? What was I even waiting for? For explaining to him ? To apologize? No, there was nothing to explain , I hurt him ..how would I change , I wasn't sure I even had the right to ask for more.

The driver came to take a file and I felt my heartbreak thinking may be won't come even today but before going he said "sir will come home tonight," he said . He wasn't speaking directly to me, but somehow, I felt it was meant for me as I was watching towards him with so much hope.

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I lay in the darkness, surrounded by the silence of our bedroom, waiting for him to come home. The weight of his ignorance and refusal to listen hung heavy on my heart, making me feel vulnerable and alone. As the night wore on, the shadows on the walls seemed to grow longer and darker, casting a gloom over my already fragile state.

My hand instinctively went to my pregnant belly, and I pressed my palm against the gentle curve. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I raked my fingers over the soft skin, seeking comfort from the only being who could understand me right now.

"Baby," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even tell your father about you till now. He's angry with me, na?" I paused, collecting my thoughts as the tears began to flow. "You know, Mumma hurt Daddy so much. She gave him so much pain. And now, Mumma wants to apologize to him, but see , na...mumma is not able to do that till now .....I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "But don't worry, baby. I'll find a way to persuade him. He loves Mumma so much, and he'll forgive me. Then, I'll tell him about you. You know, baby, your dad is the best person. Mumma did wrong to him, and I'm sorry because of me, you both are apart.

The sobs came then, wracking my body as I poured out my heart to my unborn child. The darkness of the night seemed to close in around me, but in that moment, it was just me and my baby, connected in our sorrow and hope.

As the tears finally began to subside, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep, still waiting for him to come home

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It was past midnight when I suddenly jolted awake. My eyes shot open, and the stillness of the room unsettled me. I glanced around, but he wasn't there. I frowned. His car was parked outside, the headlights dimming in the cold night air, so where is he ?