Wooing His Wife | ✓

Chapter 12 - Love : A Madness

Shivaay stood before the door to her room. He was once again oscillating in his thoughts. He did not wholeheartedly want to do this – apologize. He blinked. If he started pretending before her it would have no end. His relationship with her was special because he was himself, the real him with her around. He was bothered about none of his flaws, shortcomings or faults. She gave him the indescribable freedom of being himself with her. He didn't want to ruin that. 

He could either go to her with his halfhearted apology or simply continue to express his hurt. Gulping he decided on the latter. He stepped backward still considering the two options. Being with her or him being real with her? He chose latter. He turned and walked to his room. He was surprised when his eyes looked up at the door of his room. She stood their staring at him. He had never felt so nervous. 

She crossed her arms leaning against the door frame.His steps became slower as his eyes locked with hers. When they were close enough to notice details, they both observed the glistening water in the other's eyes. 

"Had dinner?" She asked nonchalantly.

He nodded. "Had a veggie roll. It's filling enough." He stared at her. She found endearing ways to melt him. He missed his wife. His wife must be dynamic, loud, cranky, prying, overdramatic, all the unpleasing adjectives put together but at the end of the day, she was still someone he needed, respected and cared for. 

"Good night!" She said softly, walking past him. He closed his eyes as his hand without the will of his mind reached hers to stop her. 

She lowered her eyelids and swallowed hard. Keeping a straight face, at least as much as was possible in the situation, she turned. He kept his jaw muscles tightened to show he wasn't affected. He always did that when he thought the emotions inside could leak out. 

"Sorry!" 

There was a tensed silence as their eyes looked deeply at each other. She finally spoke, "You don't have to apologize halfheartedly. "

"I am sorry for this. Everything to you, for you, I do wholeheartedly. " he said not leaving his hold on her wrist.

She blinked. What did he mean by this? 

"Sorry for this. " he said pulling her closer. "I never want to see you in pain. I am sorry I am the reason. But not sorry for my behavior."

Sweet and sour. Black and white. Spicy and bland. Cold and hot. Just like these, he was. Everything that came from him was either paradoxical or had two unmatched colors. He made her feel two extremes at the same freaking minute. In a moment she wanted to kiss him, and in the very same punch him. In one moment she would feel he had melted her to the entire depths and in the very same moment she felt herself freeze to insanity. Sorry but not sorry? 

How did she ever fall for this complicated piece?

"I don't understand.." She said honestly looking into his eyes. As though searching for that little secret that would enlighten her about him.