Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

54. The One Where I Want to End Us

"Yeah, I will get that," I mumbled into the phone, sliding the door to enter the hotel. "Anything else?" The common noise I had been accustomed to since past one month entered my mind.

"No," He replied, his voice distant.

Several doubts rose in me to ask him, ask why he hadn't been calling me much from a month, ask why he was avoiding my calls with an excuse of busy with work. Didn't he miss at all as I was away from him for a month? Didn't he care to know if I was fine or not? Didn't he see how much it was hurting to know he called to get some files from New York?

"Okay." I halted in the middle of the hall. "They booked my room as Mrs. Oberoi." People passed through me, my eyes to the floor.

Five months to our marriage and nothing felt better. Why did it feel I was the only one there, not him? Why before marriage our life seemed better?

"Tell me you got it changed." I didn't. I liked hearing that at some point in our life, in some corner of the world we were husband and wife. "Anyway, just get it. I need it urgently."

"Okay." I moved my feet again. "How are-"

"Alina, I'm busy." He talked with someone else on the other end. "I talk later."

"Okay. I-" The phone got cut. "I love you," I whispered, sliding the phone down my ear.

He was better as a boyfriend, at least he talked with me, at least I knew he was next to me, talking to me.

We were better before marriage.

Had I done a mistake?

Kicking the blanket, I swirled to stare at the empty space of the bed. He had said he would come tonight, he had promised he would last night, he had sworn to spend one night of a week with me.

Sitting, I grasped my phone to call him but everything was in vain when none of them were answered. I clutched it harder in my hand, the anger lashing at his ignorant behaviour.

Standing up, I caught my car keys, descended the stairs and went to the direction of the car and settled in to go to his house. When I was there, I parked the car and slid the key of the house to enter in and jog to his room to find it empty.

Where was he?

Again, I called him but he didn't answer. Confused, I was about to wake Nisha up when I found her laying beneath the books. I shouldn't worry her. Withdrawing out of the house, I sat back in my car and swirled in the direction of the hotel.

Was he fine? What if the burden of the work was getting too much in his head? What if he wasn't fine even after crying? What if everything was getting too much for him?

Stopping the car outside the hotel, I exchanged a polite smile with the guard and entered to reach the reception. The receptionist raised her head and smiled, "Ma'am, how can I help you?"

"Is Kabir in the office?" I asked, drumming my fingers on the black smooth shining marble. The interior of the hotel still amazed me, the antique pieces craved to be placed in my home.