Always together

Always Together. 1

A loud sigh escaped her lips as her eyes shifted at the empty side of the bed. For some reason this has become her daily routine now. Waking up all alone without him beside her. It should have bothered her before but now she do not feel anything. Emptiness has numbed her. Her every morning starts with the feeling of emptiness and like she cannot do anything. Like someone has drained her energy.

Just then her stomach growled reminding her that she had to eat something. She was famished. Lats night dinner was actually delicious, at least it did smell delicious but she did not eat because she hoped to have the dinner with her husband. He didn't come.

A bitter laugh bubbled out of her at the thought. What was I thinking? He would never change. Why was I even hoping? She thought with a sad smile on her lips.

It's not like she didn't try. At first she was rigid and stone cold at his attempts but now when she was willing to let him in he had build iron clad walls. One that were too difficult to break. One that she hated to the extent that she sometimes felt to get away.

Letting out a yawn she stretched her arms, felt her limbs crack at that and bent towards the bed stand beside her bed. She leaned forward and unplugged her phone only to come face to face with tons of notifications from all the social media sites. The sites she was part of. She stifled a groan feeling the vibrations of the notifications as they were piling on. This was going to be annoying.

After few minutes of staring at her phone which was blazing with notifications she opened her Gmail to check the important mails. She's actually relieved to see that there are only few mails to answer. She marked the important, her publishing company's and her management ones. She could read those while having breakfast.

When she thought of becoming a writer she did not except this. Like her parents did not approve of that as her father was a well known surgeon, he wanted his only daughter to continue that profession but she rebelled against that. She was sensitive child. The sight of blood always made her queasy and nauseous so taking biology was literally like walking into death for her. Her mother approved of this, of not being a surgeon but she did not like the idea of her daughter becoming some writer.

But Natasha didn't give up. She started writing from very young age. She used to write short stories here and there and finally after gaining confidence she opened a blog of her own. She started writing series there, snippets and everything that that made her happy. Soon she got a offer from publication house for her mystery novel and her career sky rocketed.

Her first novel instantly became a best selling, sold over two million copies and she was beaming in pride. Her mother and father stopped talking to her after that. She moved out of the house and continued writing. She didn't turn back once. She was doing something she loved. She was writing.

After her second novel she got more fans, yeah not readers but like actual fans who were following her on various social networking sites. She gets excessive number of fan mails, some wants to meet her while some wants tips from her and some send her hate. It was all too much for her but soon she adjusted to that. This was her life now.

You would think after eight years it would pipe down but it was exact opposite. She was now getting more hype than before. Maybe because her first book is being made into Hulu short film.

Sometimes she wants to reply to her fan mails and stuff but she thinks it's her assistant that should do that job, right. Well her assistant was a lazy bum. She did not do any work with grace. She was loud and loves to create chaos.

'The response should be authentic and original' Were her  words when Natasha asked her to reply to the fan mails. Yeah she is that lame with excuses.