When you Say Goodbye

Wedding

When Ditiya got back to Indiana, She spent her first month getting back into a daily routine, throwing herself into her job. She made herself so busy that she was getting only four or five hours of sleep per day. And suddenly Coffee became her best friend. Every two days she would shower but tried to change clothes regularly.

Aditi, overriding her mild protests, had taken Ditiya out to dinner almost once every week. It was exciting and a good bonding exercise.

But what happened in Chicago stayed in Chicago. As Ditiya never opened up to her sister Aditi about her times with Dhruv, what she called a mere sensual attraction. Ditiya hadn't asked about Dhruv and certainly had not talked to him. Dhruv and Ditiya stopped texting all together and never talked on the phone anymore. They met once or twice, while Dhruv had come to visit Aditi and Ditiya was not entirely sure how she had managed to avoid him on those occasions. Ditiya was scared. Scared that all it would take was a look and a few words, and she would be a pathetic girl. She didn't want him to see how hopelessly in love with him he still was.

But the things in Ditiya's life suddenly came a change with Arjun reentering into Aditi's life. Aditi's relationships with Arjun began to improve, and she slowly committed herself to become a perfect wife again, and she moved back to Chicago. Everyone was so happy, especially Aditi's and her mother because Aditi did not have to stay alone for rest of her life now.

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It was weird for Ditiya to think that only four months ago it was she and her sister, inseparable, but now only to detach and took root apart from each other. She figured that at least her sister was happy again with her husband.

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It was now after eleven at night, and Ditiya's boyfriend of three months, Rusal, was still not home. Quietly lying there, she heard some rumbling noise of a car with no muffler, which has just started up and seemed to be coming toward the front of her house. It started slowly but picked up momentum. The closer it got to her house, the louder it got, and then the loud noise died down as it slowly came up into her driveway. It grew louder and louder again until the gears were shifted into park or neutral. It stayed that way until it was driven away.

In about 10 minutes, she heard a loud knocking and banging at her door, as well as the mummer noise. Her neighbor's dog barked. House, extremely drunk.

As Ditiya pulled her the door swung opened. Her boyfriend stands there, drunk. He was cursing the weather, the traffic and everything else he could think of.

Ditiya told him that the food was in the fridge and if he was hungry, he could warm it up, she was angry with her boyfriend, it was sharp and clear in her voice.

Ditiya was about to go to her bedroom when suddenly Rusal held her wrist tightly and squeezed, twisting so hard she felt the skin burn.

He lowered his face up to her and forcefully parted her lips with his insistent tongue and kissed her deeply. His putrid breath hit her face as she felt like vomiting.

"Move!" Ditiya hollered, pushing him away with all the force she could muster but accidentally stuck her fingernail into his eye and it started to bleed. When he saw his blood, he went crazy.

"You little bitch!" Winding up, Rusal backhanded her across the face.

Her head lulled the side other of face exploded in pain and she tasted her own blood on her lips she howled in pain as her salty tears rolled down her burned face. A strange feeling had suddenly come over her and she hated it, even if she didn't know where it came from. Because it was just weakness.