Heeeeyyyy!!! I'm back.... with a new chapter.... Anyways here it goes
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After assessing the multiple outfits I had bought that day, and after narrowing down my options, I settled on an eastern style dress. It had embroidery down one side and it was fitted with snug sleeves.
I ran my self a shower, in need of some thinking time. For some reason, the shower was the place in which I could think most clearly about situations in my life.
It was also where I could think more clearly about my husband, and his peculiar behaviour.
It's not like he was acting out and being moody, but there was something off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something off.
Or maybe I was reading into the situation more than I should be. It could always be that Fayaaz is just nervous about being married and so he's being, well, peculiar.
But Fayaaz didn't come across like a person that gets nervous.
He was confident and head strong.
He knew what he wanted in life.
I on the other hand had no idea what I was going to do after this honeymoon phase.
Should I complete my studies?
Should I stay at home?
Fayaaz and I never really discussed it, so maybe I would talk to him about it tonight at dinner.
Looking at the time I dried myself with the soft hotel towels before getting dressed and ready for dinner. then
Fayaaz was standing by the door when I finally stepped out of the bathroom. He looked up with glowering eyes. But once his gaze fell on me, his eyes softened.
'Sorry I took so long. This dress was hard to put on.'
Shaking his head and saying, 'It's fine. Shall we?' he held the door open for me as we left the room and proceeded towards dinner.
The restaurant was magnificent. One look at the chandelier and I was lost for words. We were seated at a table with another elderly couple. The old British sounding lady dressed in a stunning red sari gave me a smile, and I smiled back at her before we exchanged hellos.
Fayaaz pulled my chair out for me and I thanked him before I made my self comfortable. A waiter came to our table and introduced himself, giving us menus.
I scanned the menu and my mouth watered as I read what would be served to us tonight. I picked a fancy looking non alcoholic mojito to sip on, while Fayaaz preferred water.
He got chatting to the elderly man sitting with us on the square table, and so I decided to strike up a conversation with the lady. 'So, are you on holiday here?'
It was a pretty pathetic line to use, but I was never one to approach people out of the blue and start talking to them.
'Oh yes! My husband and I love India. We come here every year.' She replied.
'Oh wow! I think I found someone who likes India more than I do.' I joked.
She let out a small laugh and took a sip from her glass. 'What can I say. I've always found other cultures so interesting and intriguing. What about you?'
Her question confused me.
'What about me?' I asked.
'Are you in India on holiday?'
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Finding Solace
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