Swara's POV
He just gave me some time to conquer myself. To get attached to all the pieces that I've been broken into. But all I could do was stare at his disappearing demeanour. He was still. He was angry. He was sick of me probably. He was sick of me because maybe I was too childish for him to call me his wife. That hurt. That hurt terribly. I was longing for a sight of him and when provided with, I'm not able to bear his hatred. Why does he hate me? And all in the while, why is he avenging my father? As I know, they were business partners for a while ago. But then, I didn't see him in any of the meetings after our divorce.
Now, he wants to marry me again? For what? Why is he behaving weird?
I've been kept forsaken for the love I crave for. Why in the fucking hell am I not getting it? It was damn irritating to see everyone yell at you, blame you, and bash you for something that you don't know rather be a reason for!
I feel there's nothing else in my life other than bearing this hatred of my loved ones. Was this neccesary to lead such a life?
I couldn't move anymore as my knees went jello as I dropped my shaking body on the granite floor. Hugging myself, I sat there resting my head on the edge of the bed.
My body shook as I carried bitterly and I bet I'll get a sore throat after this.
***
Three hours passed. The day had been my luckiest as well as the nightmare. Nothing more can I expect than seeing the love of my life living under the same roof as I. But nothing can be as bashful to live away from him, with him next to me.
"swawa? " I hear a voice at the door. Wiping off my already dried tears, I stick my head that way to see Aadhya standing at the entrance of the door to my room.
Nothing can be much prettier, with this little two year kid in her blue pajamas and a pink tee-shirt.
I nodded her to come to me and she ran as fast as her little steps could carry her.
Lifting her in my arms, I stood her on my lap, winding my arms around her little waist.
"you cry? " she asks caressing my face and I couldn't control the smile that crept my lips.
"no, Aadhya!! "
She smiled at me before kissing me on my cheeks.
"dad" she said and a part of me shivered. Was she referring Sanskar?
"Sanskar? "
She nodded her little head.
"dad bring chokit..... " she said animatedly.
I felt a part of my being ripped off. Don't tell me she was his daughter! I remember laksh calling her his brother's daughter.
No this can't be.
"Aadhya? " Ragini entered the room in search of her.
Guessing my blank expression, she took Aadhya in her arms.
"we've to go shop for your wedding. Get ready! I'll answer! " she said before she walked out with Aadhya in her arms.
Though my mind said that there was a possibility of him having an extra marital affair, my heart didn't accept. I knew his love for me was true. I did see that in his blue eyes and there was a time when I was lost in them.
Everything was so confusing. A doubt crept into my mind. What if that was the reason behind him asking me to divorce him? I remember him giving no reasons other than bashing me with few words that made the situation inevitable for me to sign those papers that changed my life.
***
After a round of dreadful shopping for around five hours we were back to the dorm. Now I recognize the place I live in. This was the same place that I had seen Sanskar disappearing when I followed him a few moths back. Now I see it's real beauty.
The dorm is artistic. The garden in the front with plantae that he loved. Different flowers clustering giving it an ecstatic look. The driveway is made exactly at the center with the plants around.
