The Ideal NRI Couple mistake

17 Ishani

Added the song because every one I know is trippin on Kabir Singh songs. And it's my favourite!

Morning rolled in along with the worst hangover ever! And I remembered last night a bit hazily. I know I was angry at Neil but what had gone so wrong was not on my mind. All I could think of was dying due to the amount of alcohol in my system. Never again! I was compromising my only Neil time by acting like a bloody teenager!

Why did I need all the alcohol, I got up reeled and rolled to the bathroom and started puking out my guts, literally. The contest was a week away and I looked dead! I washed my face over and over again to clean myself up. Giving up on the clean face I took a painkiller, an antacid and some after morning drink that was supposed to decrease the levels of booze my system had. I was furious at Neil and a part of me wanted to run home to mom and my friends. But I knew this was a marriage not just arrangement I could walk out of. Still hitting me was a new low by Neil and as the night became clearer in my mind, tears started flowing down. Neil did not have the right to hit me no matter what. I was and would always be committed to him and he needed to learn to trust me. Maybe we really has issues that we both needed to sort especially before he started all the baby planning shit talk again.

I walked out to the guest room and locked the door. I wrapped the thick comforter trying to get a faint fragrance of my mom's ponds talcum powder that remind me of her warm hugs. Somewhere during this pity party I feel asleep, when I got up the door was banging loudly which scared me. It took me a minute to remember where I was.

"Ishani Ishani please open the damned door." I could hear Neil yelling and abusing. The phones were ringing non-stop and Neil answered, "namaste mummy I'm home but Ishani is sleeping. Sorry her phone is dead. I'll tell her to call you when she wakes up." And then I heard him curse again and he was banging the door. "Ishani don't talk to me but just tell me you are fine. Ish can you hear me?" I wasn't sure I wanted to talk yet. And then I heard him on the phone again, "dad it's me. No everything is a mess. Dad I can't believe but I need another marriage advice from you," I heard him walk out and talk in muffled voices. I knew this was my chance. I dashed into the kitchen and got myself enough chips and coke to last the day. Either one of us would be growing up tonight and after his ridiculous behaviour I was sure it wouldn't be me!

"Ish I love you. I'm sorry babes. Please come out. You haven't eaten since morning. You'll get sick." I listened while munching my favourite American cream and onion Pringles along with diet coke. I was sure his father told him to do this. I needed an apology and a real one. I was waiting for it and would wait all night if the need be. Slapping isn't something I could forgive that too from a man I trusted more than myself. I threw the box of chips away as my sadness returned full force. Why was it so hard for Neil to trust me? And would I now ever trust him?