Inescapable Love

Enough!

Ekaksh's POV

As I settled into my office for another busy day filled with back-to-back meetings, the minutes slipped away too quickly.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it was already midnight. With a sense of urgency, I wrapped up my discussions and gathered my things, eager to head home.

My thoughts were racing as I navigated through traffic, and it was almost as if I was on autopilot when I finally pulled into the driveway.

As I stepped out of the car, the cool moonlight bathed the scene, and the staff greeted me with their usual smiles, a stark contrast to the quiet embrace of my home.

The moment I opened the door, a familiar silence enveloped me, and the lights were dim as they typically were, almost as if the darkness itself was waiting to welcome me.

I felt a subtle chill in the air as I climbed the staircase, each step echoing slightly in the stillness.

Just as I reached the landing, a voice broke the silence. "Welcome home," it said, a mix of warmth and an underlying tension in the tone.

It was Sarah, my wife—though it sometimes felt like we were more like strangers forced into this role. She stood at the top of the stairs, adorned in a stunning navy blue saree that accentuated her graceful figure.

The fabric shimmered softly in the minimal light, and for a moment, I was taken aback by her beauty, even amidst the complexities of our relationship.

She said " Aap aagaye? Fresh ho jaayiye mein dinner lagati hoon"

I said " Tum so jao, mein khane wala nahi hoon"

She said " Please thoda sa kha lijiye"

I said " No"

She said " Mumma asked me not to let you sleep until you have your food and it's very late"

I said " You don't stay awake for me and do the duties as a wife."

She said " I just wanted to-"

I cut her off by saying " Stop it Sarah. Enough. This marriage is nothing for me.
I married you and that's all. If you are thinking you'll do all this and we'll be fine. Then you are very wrong. This is marriage can never have a chance"

I said " And stop wearing all these bangles and stuff. When there is no acceptance and a real relationship why do you want to? Why do you want to show that you are married when I don't consider you as my wife?
And if you are thinking by doing all this we are gonna change and we'll have this relationship like a real one then you are very wrong"

In a moment of overwhelming frustration, I raised my voice at her before retreating upstairs to gather my thoughts.

The weight of our situation pressed heavily on my chest. It feels like everything in this house—her bangles clinking softly, the vibrant red of her sindoor, the glint of the mangalsutra—serves as a reminder of a commitment I never wanted.

Each item echoes the reality of something I wish to escape from: being her husband.

To me, the idea of marriage was never part of my plans; it was never something I envisioned for my future. Accepting her as my wife is a notion I simply cannot entertain.

This is just a temporary phase—a year that feels painfully prolonged but will eventually come to an end.

I don't want her to engage in any of the traditional marital practices that I find torturous. The thought of marrying her fills me with deep remorse, and I would feel even more regretful if I allowed this relationship to develop further.

I want nothing from this marriage; it's a connection that I don't want and never desired in the first place.

I'm resolute: I will never accept this arrangement. It was a marriage forced upon me, and that sentiment will never change. I refuse to give this relationship a chance or entertain the idea of "us." That possibility feels foreign and unwelcome to me.

Sarah's Pov

His words hurt me. I just wanted him to have his food because Mumma said so. Every single word of him hurt me so much.

I know how hard it is for me. There is no acceptance and the weightage is so hard for me. Though I have those unsaid feelings for him, I'm accepting him and his family as mine.

I made a firm decision: it was time to stop pretending that my marriage was a source of joy. With resolve, I walked toward our bedroom, feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me.

As I stepped into the bathroom, I turned on the tap for a cold shower, the icy water hitting my skin like a thousand tiny needles. It was just what I needed to gain some clarity amidst the turmoil inside me.

As the water cascaded down, my heart ached, and hot tears streamed down my cheeks, mingling with the cold droplets, each one a testament to the unbearable pain that had settled in the pit of my stomach.

I had known that he struggled to embrace his role as my husband, but I had never anticipated that the love and respect I craved would be so elusive.

At that moment, I found myself questioning everything: didn't I deserve at least a semblance of respect, a genuine concern for my feelings, or even simple conversations that would bridge the growing distance between us?

The silence in our home was deafening, and I felt utterly alone, drowning in uncertainty about our future together.

I changed into my nightwear. The red bangles, the nuptial chain everything reminded me of how terrible this relationship is.

I called mumma " Mumma kaha ho aap? Dinner hogaya?"

She said " Yes beta ham bas Ayaansh ke ghar pe hai, Kiana was in no mood letting us go so we'll be back in a week"

I said " Oh accha. By the way mumma kuch puchna tha"

She said " Yes bacha?"

I said " Voh na I have got a bad sprain in my wrist so xray ke liye na mujhe chooda utarna padega. Toh mei-mein utar sakti hu?"

She said " Sarah bacha theek hona? Mein aau? Ekaksh ko bolti hu and yes sorry mein bhul gayi bol ne ki tum utar sakti ho chooda"

I said " No problem mumma he's with me so don't worry. Thank you."

After our conversation stretched on for quite a while, I finally said my goodbyes and hung up the phone.

She has an overwhelming number of expectations placed on us, and I find myself forced to put on a façade.

With a heavy heart, I slipped off the delicate bangles that had tinkled softly on my wrist, their familiar sound now a reminder of what I was trying to distance myself from.

Next, I unclasped my nuptial chain, the symbol of commitment that felt increasingly burdensome.

Even though I know deep down that this isn't the right path to take, I feel compelled to go through with it.

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