Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
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It's been one week. An entire week since Siya stormed off to her parent's house, leaving me to face this emotional purgatory. My wife; the love of my life, wasn't showing any signs of returning.
I've called her, messaged her, and practically spammed her phone, but her responses remain frustratingly monotone: short, clipped, and entirely devoid of any warmth. The calls end abruptly before I can even plead my case. Doesn't she realize that I need attention too?
That this 'baby' she married also has feelings? At night, I find myself retreating to the terrace, unable to bear the suffocating silence of our room. The terrace was always our place; where we'd laugh, share secrets, and steal kisses under the blankets.
And my family? Don't even get me started.
They've teased me relentlessly for the past seven days, all thanks to my beloved little brother, who had the audacity to spill every humiliating detail about my antics at the Sharma residence. From scaling walls to nearly getting caught red-handed, the stories are now dinner table entertainment. I still remember those days.
"Bhai-sa," Rithvik had smirked during lunch just yesterday.
"Did you really think climbing a gate at midnight would work? What are you, a Romeo in training?" I'd groaned, burying my face in my hands frustratedly as Baba-sa chuckled and Ma-sa tried and failed to hide her amusement. And in all these situations Priya had taken advantage by teasing the hell out of me.
But today... today I found out courtesy of Salim Baig that my brother, my darling brother, is taking my wife on a date. A freakin date! And my wife? Oh, she's not just accepting the idea; she's actively encouraging it. She's already dressed up, wearing one of the fancy sarees, shawl she bought using my debit card.
That's right, which she somehow acquired after it fell out of my pocket during my embarrassing escapade in her garden which I came to know later once money was debited from my account and when I confronted her about the card usage over the phone, she'd coolly replied and her sarcasm that day was over the top, "Consider it part of your punishment."
Punishment! I don't even complain about her spending it....it's her money as much as mine but this feels so... calculated! And the audacity doesn't stop there. Oh no, she even sent me a photo of her in that saree, looking like an absolute goddess, knowing it would drive me insane and caption: Going on date!
I've spent all day pacing the house, replaying the events that led to this. I know I screwed up during the mela. I should've supported her, stood by her side, and listened instead of letting my frustrations boil over. But it wasn't deliberate, it just happened in the heat of the moment, a perfect storm of stress and misunderstandings and I felt my anger was justified that day but blaming Siya wasn't correct. I accepted and I shouldn't have done that.
