Fate

66. White Saree.

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Rehaan.

Anguish, deep heart piercing anguish is what I saw in her eyes, the same eyes I saw the fire to conquer everything she wants, the warmth to embrace the flaws of her loved ones. The fire was gone somewhere.

Three nights and fours days, since she let her emotions speak for her and she's back to pretending all good when not once she came to join me to office. Forgetting is hard but she isn't trying. I stopped hopping that she'll want to move on, so I am gonna fucking push her out of this phase.

She has confined herself in the walls of our home which is not at all healthy, she'll suffocate herself beneath the weight of her emotions, no matter how many times she let it out before me, pen it down but till she goes back to the rhythm of her normal life which revolves around her work, I wouldn't be able to pull her out of the pit of hollowness she's pushing herself in.

That's the last thing I am letting my wife do. She fucking deserves the world.

I would rather prefer staying up and patiently wait for my wife to return back to me instead of watching her suffocate herself yet try to be there for me because there's no point.

If she's not happy, how could I be?

I also got it that I underestimated my woman the moment she said that she knew about the murder. I don't know what she would have done if I actually told about her grandfather way before than Karm, maybe we never would have got married.

She would have survived it like she did, anyways but surviving and living a life are two different things. At the moment my wife is surviving and I will doom that bastard if I didn't get her back in every sense.

I am still wondering how much could she bear? She walked through her parents' death, then the truth of their death and now this. How much more? I don't want to know, I'm not letting anything reach her, never again. Nothing's crossing my wife before me.

Softly clicking the door open, I gazed around in our room to find her but all I saw was, one messy room with papers around.

"No." I heard her distinct growl and a smile graced my face. As fierce as ever, her fierceness is the only fuel to my hope that I'll eventually convince her to move on.

Stepping inside I saw her standing in the balcony with her hair tied in a loose bun, her back facing me as she talked to someone on the other end of the call she was attending.

"Alright, Sharanya. I'm furious, you need to shut the fuck up and listen to me once." She warned and I silently chuckled as I stepped inside the balcony

"Hey." I whispered in her free ear as I wrapped my arms around her waist and I heard her breath hitching, literally. It managed to bring a smirk on my face and she tilted her neck to look at me in the eyes

"Ayesha?" Sharanya's voice blasting through her cell phone brought her back. She instantly turned back and I smiled bending down to keep my chin her shoulder blade

"Bitch." Sharanya was the short tempered one between the three friends, I saw that in the hospital.

"Yeah," her voice was breathy and I pulled her closer in my embrace holding back a grin; "Ayesha? You fine? OMG! ARE YOU MAST-"