"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles.
"Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again...
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If someone ever decided to create an award for being unnecessarily rude and then shamelessly blaming hormones for every illogical thing they did, Shivya Pathak would win it so effortlessly that the judges would probably hand her the trophy before the competition even began.
The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to hit her own head against a wall.
Vedant had genuinely been trying to behave nicely with her. The man had done absolutely nothing wrong, yet somehow she had managed to shout at him, hurt his feelings, and then cry herself to sleep as if she were the victim in the entire situation.
Honestly, Shivya Pathak, if growing taller wasn't possible anymore, then at least consider growing up mentally.
The worst part was that he had even supported her in front of his family. Not that she actually needed his help because, if she was being completely honest, she could have argued with every single member of his family by herself and somehow forced them to agree with her by the end of the discussion. Winning arguments was practically a talent at this point.
Still, that wasn't the issue.
The issue was that he had stood beside her without being asked, and she hadn't even managed to thank him for it.
Forget thanking him.
She hadn't even apologized.
And unfortunately, apologizing happened to be one of Shivya Pathak's greatest weaknesses.
She knew she had made a mistake. She knew she had overreacted. She knew Vedant hadn't deserved any of it. Yet despite being fully aware of all these facts, she would still spend hours trying to prove she was right if someone confronted her about it.
Some people had survival instincts.
Shivya had ego instincts.
The woman would rather throw herself into a river than willingly use that dangerous five-letter word.
S-O-R-R-Y.
Even thinking about it made her uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, guilt was a stubborn thing. It sat quietly in a corner, refusing to leave, until eventually it became impossible to ignore.
It had been almost a week since that argument, and during that entire week she had barely seen Vedant more than twice. The realization bothered her far more than she wanted to admit.
Perhaps that was why she was sitting alone in the courtyard, pretending to enjoy the pleasant weather while secretly thinking about a man she had spent the last seven days avoiding.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a familiar voice echoed through the haveli.
"Bhabhi! Bhabhi!"
Shivya turned her head and immediately spotted Shaurya running toward her at a speed that seemed entirely unnecessary for a human being.
