Goodbye Yesterday

Sameer's Return

Xaharau, the first chapter of this book is dedicated to you. You're amazing ❤

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"Come on, Divija!" Adhika walked into the kitchen, to ensure everything was in order. "Quickly take the dishes to the dining room. Make sure everything is in place."

"Yes, yes." She nodded. "I got this! You can go ahead to your room and get dolled up. I'll take care of things here."

A grateful smile curled up Adhika's lips. "I trust you will."

Quickly, she left the kitchen for her room. Since she woke up, she had been doing one thing or the other. After a month, her husband was finally returning home. She was ecstatic. She could not keep calm. He was not the perfect husband, but he was everything she needed in a man — he respected her a lot and never, had he given her a chance to complain.

At the age of twenty three, she never thought she would be in her matrimonial home, but as fate would have it, she was. 

She smiled and walked into the bathroom for a long shower.

Emerging with a knee length towel, wrapped around her petite body, she ambled to the dressing mirror and took a seat on the stool in front of it. Her eyes dilated, as she stared at the reflection in front of her — it was her husband's. She smiled and then face palmed. "I must be going crazy." He might have left for a business trip, but his presence was still felt by Adhika. He was all she could see when she looked into the mirror — the first face she saw each morning.

After she was done applying lotion to her body and applying light make-up, she walked to their walk-in closet and picked a blue saree. It was her husband's favorite colour on her. Indisputably, she knew he would want that and for his happiness, she was willing to do anything.

She could not wait for him to return any longer. A month seemed like eternity to her. Initially, she thought she would not be able to bear it, but she found herself doing just that. Though she missed him terribly, she was good at hiding it from others, especially that nosy cousin of hers, Divija.

Running out of patience, she picked her phone from the table and took a glance at the time. For some weird, inexplicable reason, time seemed to have come to a standstill. She pouted and dropped the phone back on the table, exasperatedly.

A knock of the door jolted her out of her trance. "Sameer?" Her lips spread into a smile. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and fixed her lipstick, before hurrying off to get the door.

In a split second, her smile turned into a frown, when she opened the door and found out, it was only Divija. Her brows furrowed and her nose flared. "What is it?" She snapped, utterly disappointed by her appearance.

"I just came to inform you that everything is all set, ma'am." She rolled her eyes. "It's not my fault that your husband is not here yet." She playfully stick out her tongue at her and ran away, before she could get the chance to transfer her pent up aggressions on her.

She slammed the door and puffed out air from her mouth. She could not believe how silly she had been. Of course it could not be Sameer. He would not have knocked otherwise. She had been too excited to give it a thought.

She walked back into the room and plopped into the bed; her gazed fixed intently on the ceiling, like it was the most fascinating thing she had seen all year. "Should I call him or not?" She contemplated. "No, I shouldn't." She concluded. "I'd be disturbing him too much."

Instead of sitting idly in the room and waiting eagerly for him, she decided to go downstairs and confirm if things were already in place, like Divija said. Not that she did not trust her. She did — a great deal, but because she was overexcited, she wanted everything to be failsafe. Everything had to be perfect.