Woes of a Wife

Since you people were so supportive and asked so nicely, I decided to give you this.
Its not exactly a sequel, rather its a companion piece. I hope you'd enjoy it as much as #Back_to_you and love it too.
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You've been awake and crying for who knows how long. It feels like a life time ago that you had proper sleep. You have not had a decent night of rest in a long time. Why? You know that. Still there is almost nothing that you can do to right the wrong. You yourself had toppled your heaven as if it were house of cards.

You are Swara.

Swara Bose.

Swara Gadodia (not that you pride yourself for that, god knows Gadodias are nuts).

Swara Sanskaar Maheswari (Now this is the name thats brings immense joy in your heart)

You go over your rash decision again. Like you've been doing since last seven months. Not that you were in wrongside alone. Sanskaar too had been. But this is no maths. Here two wrongs cannot make a Right, like two minuses make a plus. This is life where two wrongs make worse of situations. And thats what you did in full consciousness. When you were wholly sane, well almost. Since your ever 'understanding' husband had put forth a life depending choice infront of you, not that there should have been a 'choose the best alternative' situation to begin with, you were bound to loose some rationality.

You shouldn't have made such hasty decisions. You should have waited for Sanskaar to cool down. He was most understanding husband to ever exist in this god damn planet and you went against your better judgement to hide things from him. Like you realised now, you should have waited for him to wrap his brain around the situation and put your head together to come up with a solution. He would have followed you eventually, he always did. But you had to develop that stupidly brave symdrome and destroy all that.

After your little 'family re-unification' mission, he had gone ballistic and that served you right. Trust is a two way path. Just like he trusted you with everything, you should have. But you were come over with some hero complex, and went forward to throw the shards of broken trust at his face. How very lovely of you, right?

On the wake of fight between two brothers, your brother-in-law had gone missing. And you had been crazy enough to play 'put-the-blame-on-Sanskaar-for-everything-that-goes-wrong' and excelled in it. Laksh was bratty, immature and impulsive. You should have known that Sanskaar had not chased Laksh out on gun point. If Laksh was stupid enough to believe Adarsh bhaiyya after what they've been through together, then maybe that brother-in-law of yours was too stupid to live. But you had successfully laid the blame on Sanskaar's feet. And in haste of being hurt he had lashed out.

You had cornered him. And like animals tend to do in tight position, he lashed out. But instead of fighting fire with ice you decided that it was wise to set another fire and burned down your paradise. Ain't you the 'Wife of the fucking year'?

You snort un-lady-likely in disdain. You were the only one responsible for you sorry state. Yes your mother had been helpful with Sanskaar adding 'tadka' but you were the catalyst. You had, instead of staying with him, left him behind when he had tried to defend himself.

He gave you a choice to make and you stupidly chose your crazyass selfish sister. You know you realised it a little too late. But its better late than never. Right?

You went forward to open an event management company to keep yourself from descending into madness. You worked day and night. Infact you worked during the day and waited by the phone at night. You waited and waited, and he never missed to call you at 2 A.M., sharp. Basically, you lived for that half a minute. You lived just for that 30 seconds. He had gone alcoholic, something he claimed he would never do, you knew it. He would rage, threaten, ramble and you would listen dutifully. Every night. It was your only solace and you did not want to loose it. Sometimes when he would pass out on you, you had to be very-very creative to persuade very drunken him into getting onto bed, through phone, and sometimes when his voice would crack for lack of sleep, you would flat out scold him and tell him to go to bed. You had no other way since you were foolish enough to leave him in first place.