Arranged to my hater

Chapter five

CHAPTER FIVE: *Edited*

After listening to Abhimanyu's conversation with his friend Vedh and how much he hates me. I decided to give him the peace he deserves and leave his house.

I hate him not because he hates me but because he hates me without trying to know me. He thinks he knows me well enough to judge me. I know I have made many mistakes. But I'm no saint, I'm a human being, I'm allowed to make mistakes. Why can't he notice the change in me?

I went to Abhimanyu's house, packed my stuff, and left a letter in Abhimanyu's room.

Dear Abhimanyu,

I know that you had never wanted this marriage. I didn't even know how to start this letter but somehow, I need to. I know that I'm not the one you want to spend a life with. Maybe you don't even want to spend a single second with me.

I overheard your conversation in your office with your friend. Believe me, I didn't mean to. I just came to talk to you. To ask you the reason you hate me. I wanted to ask many questions.

Last week when you came home drunk you kept saying, why did you do it Ishita? I wanted to know what I did. But after listening to your conversation and knowing how much you hate me. I got my answer. So, I just thought to set you free.

I had already signed the divorce paper. You can find them on top of your desk. I don't want any money from you Abhimanyu. I know you have worked hard to get where you are today. You have sacrificed a lot.

Please don't blame any of this on you; I was just trying to do the best for you and me, as well.

Dearest,

Ishita.

I loaded my stuff in my car and left his house. I don't know where I'll go but I can't stay there. After almost one hour of driving here, I'm outside a club. I don't care if I've dressed in club-appropriate clothes or not. All I care about right now is getting drunk.

I squeezed myself away from the crowd and found my way towards the washroom. I shut my eyes from the harshness of the bright lights of the bathroom. That's when I noticed the almost darkness in the club other than the flashing colorful lights and some lighting on the bar.

I entered the washroom; it was empty except for me. I looked at myself in the mirror and cringed at my attire.

I'm wearing a yellow sleeveless top paired with light blue denim jeans.

I look hot but I look like Ishita from 3 years ago. How many things have changed in 3 years? Except for my loneliness, it's the same as it was 3 years ago.

I straightened my hair and exited the washroom to get over the reason I came here.

Get drunk.