Billionaire's Innocent Wife. (Completed)

C H A P T E R - 18

"A grief without a pang,void,dark and drear .
A stiff drowsy unimpassioned grief.
Which finds no natural outlet.
In word ,sigh or test......"

~~ S. T. COLERIDGE

Sanyukta...

Days started turning into weeks and weeks into month but my husband's coldness towards me didn't budge and I decided to adapt myself to live like
a trophy wife.

We never shared a word . Sometimes I wonder how we were living under the same roof but neither I nor he knew anything about each other or our life.

Like my husband ,my in laws parents had been avoided me like a non living object except Grandpa and Andy but even their comforting company didn't fill the hollowness of my heart.

I too deserved a married life in which my husband shower his care and affection on me .

It was another afternoon same like other days .Andy went to her college.Firstly I wanted to visit my Mom and brother but later dropped that idea as whenever I meet her ,it was very hard for me to hide the happy  facade of my  troubled married life.

I was sitting on the garden swing with a hopeless romantic novel in my lap.Fortunately the day was shiny and pleasant warm breeze was brushing my skin .

I really missed this weather as this country has an extreme cold climate unlike of Jaipur.I put on a grey warm sweater and pyjamas with socks .

If my mother in law would have seen me,she had taunted me for my shaggy appearance but I can't dolled up for all the time .I don't feel easy in those skin kissing and barely long dresses.

"Pride and Prejudice..aha you have a taste for epics.."a distinct familiar voice hit my ears.

I snapped back to look at the person,
he was my brother in law who appeared there out of blue as this man never came across my way .

"Hey..."I slowly chipped not knowing what to say .It was our first conversation after my marriage.

"You don't mind sitting me here...?"he pointed at the vacant space beside me.I nodded my head sightly.

"Hmm..it seems you love to spend time with books..if you want..I suggest you to check archive no. 9 in the library...it has all the best romantic works of all time.."he said squatting beside me.

"Not really it just..I have no other jobs.."I shrugged my shoulders but he caught the gloom behind my smile.

I got the chance to observe him properly for the first time.He resembled his mother's race opposite to his siblings .

His eyes are caramel brown with same chocolate hairs and a chiseled body of a Greek God.I felt jealous of him as he has more charming personality than my husband . Perhaps he was same of my age.

"Can I ask you something..?"he fidgeted with his cell phone.

"Yeah.."I hummed.

"Why don't you resume your college.Grandpa told that you didn't get the chance to get the graduate degree.."he said.

I felt embarrassed .He didn't mean
to hurt my sentiments but it hit me where it pains the most.My poverty again proved the reason of the mockery resulting fresh tears in
my eyes.

"Hey..I am sorry..please stop crying."he said with concern passing his handkerchief to me.

I quickly grabbed it and wiped my tears.

"I want to be independent to take up my responsibilities but what about Grandpa and Mom Dad..and specially Mr. Shekhawat..."I didn't know why revealed my deep buried wish to him