Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

53. The One Where I am Lost

"You're late again," Kabir grumbled, his arms tightened around his chest. Rolling my eyes, I stood next to him, corrected my trench coat and stared at the building in front of me.

"I don't like it," I said. "It's too dull."

He heaved heavily through his nose. It was the tenth house I had rejected. What was my mistake? In their new house, I too had to live and I couldn't live in a place I didn't like. He only gave me the right to choose a house for them and whatever houses he brought into my attention were all waste of time.

"You need to change your dealer," I declared. "You're wasting time too." I pointed my eyes at him. "I need to start writing another book."

"Then choose one," He stated. "Come on, he has two more houses to show."

Debating, I spoke out, "Show me a better house then. A house is not a house. It's a place you'll come back each day, a place you will feel from all the tiredness of your work, a place that feels yours, a safe house." A small smile flickered on his lips, and without saying anything, he walked to his car and opened the gate for me. "Don't try to charm me off."

Nevertheless, I slid into the passenger seat while he talked with a man. Scurrying my gaze around the car, it halted on the small box placed between the seats. Frowning, I opened it to reveal a silver watch. It looked brand new.

Seeing a note, I picked it up and read.

My condolences are with you.

-Sanya

Before I could think further, he slid into the driver's seat, his eyes fell on the box and snatched it quickly. "Don't go through my stuff."

"Who is Sanya?"

"No one." He dropped the box in the glove box and started the car.

"No one doesn't give you such costly watches. Who is she?" I demanded. "Who is she?"

"I do business with her. It's none of your concern."

"It might be if my husband is becoming too much protective of her."

He cursed lowly under his breath, swirled the steering wheel harshly to another side. To gather my attention, I placed my hand on the door and stared at him in shock. What had I asked him to get this much angry? I had just asked who was that girl, why was he reacting so badly?

"Kabir-"

"I'm tired of this now," He snarled. "Your jealousy and all. I married you, and your this jealousy is like a doubt. We're husband and wife, not boyfriend and girlfriend. Start respecting that." Stopping the car, he hopped off without giving me a chance to explain myself.

A deep realisation hit me on how accurate his words were. What was the point of this jealousy when he was mine? We were husband and wife as he had put it. All his life he had proved his love to me, shared all the secrets, confided into me and here I was demanding and acting bratty.

I stared at the watch box. Would he tell if I ask politely?

But why had he reacted so badly? What was the mistake here? His tone or my question?

I still wanted to know who was she, not because of jealousy but because I was interested to know about his professional life, to not be a boring wife held back by her own career.

Biting my lower lip, I opened the door, followed him to the house to find him engaged with the agent, assessing the house. Taking deep steps, I stood next to him, tried to find a moment to talk to him but for then I placed my attention on the agent.