The colours of love

Tough times.

Smile.. it speaks volumes. It could be a n accepting smile or a reluctant Smile, a cunning smile, a knowing smile, or it could be an arrogant smile. When person smiles, his emotions are expressed without him being vocal about it. But at this point, when Layla was on her knees crying, and I was totally stunned to react, my husband smiled. He smiled, a calm and peaceful smile and walked out of the house.

My eyes were glued to the retreating figure, because I was lost. Did I phase out of the major part of the conversation or something? Or did I imagine all that happened just now? Despite my doubts I walked out of the house. I wanted to do something rather say something to Layla, but I realised it would just aggravate the issue. So I silently stepped out of the house to see my husband leaning on to the bonnet of the car, staring into the space. I slowly approached him. He looked at me and gave another smile and ran to the opposite side of the car and opened the door, for me.

What is happening? This is not how Dev is supposed to react. I agree that he is mastered the act of hiding his emotions, but this.. this is extreme. I stared into his eyes, and I wanted to uncloak him. I wanted to read his emotions. But his eyes did not give away anything. So I silently sat in the car.

After he started driving the car, I just noticed him. I did not see his pale knuckles, gripping the steering. He was not angry. I did not see him running his hand over his head, he neither restless nor irritated. His right eyebrow is not raised, he is not deep in thought. He is calm, like he is enjoying the drive. His calmness was starting to get on my nerves. What an irony!

Irked, I turned to the window and looked outside. This is not the road to our house! Dear God! In an attempt to decode my husband I did not notice my surroundings, which happened to be a far off location from both Layla's and our house.

"Dev," I mumbled.

He hummed in response.

"We.. we are in a wrong route."

One of the corners of his lips raised. "My life is on a wrong route".

I looked at him, and he still looked calm, except his knuckles had become pale and his eyes welled with tears. It was as though something in him snapped just now.

"Dev," I whispered and touched him. He suddenly severed the car to the side and applied breaks. It was such a sudden jerk, and impactful enough, for me to almost hit the windscreen of the car. I instantly put me my hand around my stomach. I started breathing heavily.. because of the fear of my baby getting hurt.

"God! Sona? Are you okay? Say something, Damn it. "

I merely nodded. But immediately felt nauseous. I removed my seat belt and stepped out of the car and threw up. And like the responsible husband he is, Dev immediately ran to help me.

After I puked my guts out, and answering Dev's question about my wellbeing, Dev and i settled down in the back seat of the car, rather I pulled him to sit with me in the back seat of the car.

"What's going on in your mind, Dev? Let me in."

He smiled again, but this time it looked pained. "I am fine. I am totally fine."

I held his hand and said, " You don't have to hide it from me. I know you have to have a good grip on your emotions, I come from a business family, I know that too. But we are not doing business neither am I your associate. I am your wife. You have to tell me, what is going on. You have to let me in."

"Layla did not let me in. I am her cousin right? We all grew up together. She had the freedom to say anything she wanted, at any time she wanted. Why did she not tell me?"