Her Replaced husband

Space

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"Don't be so stubborn Aditi, look I've made this salad for you, c'mon taste it , and tell me how is it" I tried to take the plate near her , so she won't be able resist it.

But the next second I gasp in shock, as she turns around suddenly due to which her hand collides with the plate and the salad fell on the ground.

We both looked at the floor in shock. For some seconds there was a pin drop silence.

"I..it's okay, I'll-" I tried to cover up the situation as I knew it fell accidentally, not because she intended to but she cuts me off in between.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, I DON'T WANNA EAT!

AND I DON'T WANNA TALK TO YOU RIGHT NOW" She bursts in anger all of a sudden.

"I just... don't want you to sleep empty stomach" I reply in concern.

"Why do you keep nagging when I said I'm not hungry?, Don't you understand the meaning of space! Just go!,

And if you can't go from here , I'm leaving" saying she began to leave the room but I stop her.

"No need , I'll leave" I looked down and stood up to leave.

"Her actions and words were replaying in my head. I knew it fell accidentally, but why did she made it look like that she did it on purpose?
Did she really wanted to?
This incident did triggered those terrifying memories of my childhood. how my father used to throw things made by my mother.
And these things really scares me off
What if we also end up like my parents?

I know Aditi is not that kind of a person but, Why does she want keep fighting when I want to fix things out between us?

If she has a problem with me , then why can't talk to me instead of sitting quietly?

I don't want any misunderstanding, fights or misconception between us. And for that need to talk.
I really miss those days when we used to sit and talk for hours.
Was it just for a limited time?

What if these arguments bitters our relationship.
What if we also start hating each other's presence in future?"I close my eyes as these thoughts occupied my mind.

I was Sitting on the tarrace when I started feeling cold, I looked at the time, it was 01:30 AM so I decided to go back in our room.