An Estranged Wife

Letter 9- Calm or Rise of Storm!

Dear Stranger, 

I heard you're not keeping well. Sorry but no sorry, I don't feel the tiniest particle of pity for you. How ironic! Initially, your one scratch used to raise my blood pressure level to an extent where I had wanted to swallow your pain with my mouth. 

Can you believe it? 

I loved you so much so that I forgot that you don't lose yourself in love, you rise in love. But I guess I actually don't know what it is to love because had it been true then it would have been returned by love and not by your aggressiveness which would put even a tasteless tonic to shame. 

You know they say arrange marriages bring you true love, but what a shame that is. Any kind of marriage could bring true love if the intentions are right. If the people know the real definition of love. But as messed up as our minds that messed up has become the definition of love and marriage for people. 

Now no one wants to marry for love or by love. They want to marry for comfort. Physical or financial; there is no end to it because if people marry with love then no marriage would be a fail. The percentage of divorce would be zero. But as the time is passing, people are adopting the modern approaches, they're forgetting the real values of a relationship. 

At one point in time, a relationship of a couple wasn't only about how many times, they could get intimate on the bed, it was about how many times they could stand beside the other in adversities like true warriors. 

Now marriage is equal to attaining a sex partner for life, a baby making machine is brought to the home by paying the price of her dreams and ambitions, and by fixing a giant heart. 

A heart that has got to bear every torture of her man in name of a compromise, because if she doesn't then she is no wife. But a bad wife. 

Anyways, you surely take your medicine on time. You're not supposed to give up so soon. 

Not because I can't see you in pain, but because if something happened to you, then who would receive my wrath of days. 

There needs to be you to listen to my aching heart. Isn't it?

You know last night I had a dream. A beautiful and extraordinary dream, that suddenly became a nightmare.

In the dream, I saw myself on an island. A lonely island. 

Surrounded by the water, and a few thick bushes. It was a serene sight to stay in with no stress hovering over me. It was the tranquillity demanded by every human being, and not surprising, that I wanted the same. For the same, I walked between the bushes, and suddenly it was all cactus and thorns that I encountered. 

Panicked, devastated, and lonely I looked around for something to hold. The wind blew violently, causing my hair to flow. They almost hit me on my face, and I shut my eyes tightly. 

It was black. 

"Pari," I heard your voice near my ear. I turned around abruptly and bumped into your chest. 

"Sameer," I whispered, and without another thought, I embraced you tightly. You hugged me too, and we stood holding the other for as long as we could. It was the only moment with you I think I was in truly love with you, and so were you. A hug that every woman wants with her man. A hug of love, contentment, security and above all, respect. 

"I thought I lost you," I said. 

"You won't." You replied curtly making me pull back. 

I took your hand and kept on my belly making you feel the life inside me. A smile graced your lips, and tears stung my eyes when you planted a kiss on my forehead confessing the three words of love. 

"I love you, Pari."

The words every girl waits to hear after her wedding. 

I heard them but before I could reply suddenly you began to step back from me. Shivers gushed down my spine; I tried to hold you but the further I walked, you stepped back. My voice choked in my throat seeing you leave me alone in a deserted place. Your smile was still plastered on your lips. Nothing made sense, I wanted you back so badly that I ran as fast as I could forgetting all about myself. Sweat beads covered my face, my abdomen ached, I clutched it and still ran to hold you. 

You disappeared in the fog leaving behind your fragrance. I tried to catch the scent into my system. In vain, I fell on my belly, and a shrilling scream burst from my mouth. 

"Sameerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," 

I woke up with a jerk. Can you believe even then I called you? Like always I scanned the room, hoping to find you. You were not there. 

I saw the reflection of my bleeding soul in the mirror. It was all red. A dark red that could scare away anyone. It didn't scare me. It revealed me that my once red heart was shattered that the red has spread in my entire body like a poison. 

A poison called Sameer Malhotra.

I thought you to be a flower. Sad, you became the opposite. 

You might be thinking why I didn't remind you of any of our moment today. Consider it the silence before I send you the next letter. 

And I'm sure after that we'll see each other face to face. It's my confidence in my broken words now. 

Until for last. 

P.S. A female isn't a burden on anyone; if given the opportunity she could beat a man too, but could a man ever do those things which a female could do? As soon as girls mature, parents are worried to send her off to her home but they never think this that will that home and its people allow her to call it as her home? A husband thinks his wife needs to stay below him; why doesn't he think that she has come to stand beside him, not beneath him or above him. 

And you're one of those who thinks your wife isn't a human only. She is a hollow box of trash, which needs to carry a garbage like you.

How was the chapter guys? Did you like the small dream?

Do give your opinions. Next one is going to be the last letter. 

What are you hoping to happen?