IT WAS MEANT TO BE HIM

73- The outburst

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Erica's pov-
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I lay on the bed, my eyes fixed on Kabir's profile as he watched the movie . I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for him to acknowledge my presence, but he didn't...my mind wandering to the tension between us.

Slowly, I began to inch my way towards him, my movements deliberate and cautious. I didn't want to startle him, but I needed to break the silence that had been suffocating me for weeks. 

I slowly placed a hand on his torso, my face inches from his neck. I could feel the stiffness in his body, but he didn't say a word. He tried to remove my hand, but I held firm, my heart pounding in my chest.

I leaned in, my nose touching his skin, and began to give him soft kisses near his ear while muttering "sorry" over and over again. I knew it was a risk, but I was desperate to reconnect with him, to make him see me, to hear me.

Suddenly, Kabir's voice cut through the air, his tone firm but controlled. "Erica, stop it!" he said

I didn't back down. "You stop it," I said breathing near in the crook of his neck as I kissed him again , my voice rising. "It's enough!!!!i can't take anymore kabir" I continued to kiss him, my lips gentle but insistent.

Kabir tried to move his head away, but I followed him, my mouth still pressed against the skin of his neck. He stood up abruptly, and I held onto his hand, refusing to let go.

"Leave my hand," he said, his voice calm but firm.

I shook my head, my grip tightening. "No," I said, my eyes locked on his.

Kabir's face darkened, and he shouted, "I said leave my hand!" The anger in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was the same tone he used to fight with me in the early days of our marriage, cold and menacing.

I felt a pang of fear, but I refused to back down. Kabir pulled his hand free, and I felt a pang of loss. He closed his eyes, touching his temple as if trying to calm himself down.

"Erica, please don't provoke me," he said slightly massaging his temple, his voice strained. "I don't want to hurt you."

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "No, I want you to. At least this way you'll express your feelings to me. I'd rather bear your anger than this distant treatment of yours. Say whatever you want, but at least talk to me!"

Kabir's eyes snapped open, his gaze blazing with anger. "What do you want me to say, huh? What's left to say between us? What did you spare?
Now you want me to say my side? What about when you didn't even give me a chance to explain myself? You just shut me out, without even listening to me."

The air was thick with tension, the only sound the TV playing in the background.  I took a step closer, my heart pounding in my chest. "You want to know what I want you to say? I want you to tell me what's been going on in that head of yours. I want you to talk to me, to fight with me, to scream at me. Anything but this silence. Kabir just-"

“Ek baar puchti tum mujhse, Erica... ek baar,” he interrupted, his frustration boiling over. “Whatever fake evidence and proofs you’ve gathered—from the doctor to the servant who delivered the report to you—it wouldn’t have taken me long to dismantle every bit of his planning. But no, you didn’t give me a chance to defend myself! You became so indifferent that you left me in the hospital, not even waiting for me to regain consciousness, let alone hear my side!”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. The raw pain in his voice was unmistakable, and I felt my heart ache for him, even amidst my own turmoil.

“What kind of relationship are you trying to save, Erica, when we didn’t even have anything to begin with? A relationship where there’s no trust?”