Sneha's POV

It had been a month. A month since we have been married and a month since he left to New York without even informing me.

He used to call mummyji and dadi daily but never even once did he try to talk to me.

I just received his message once that too in the beginning of the month saying that he was sending me his account information for me to spend.

I was really angry at the moment. He didn't bother to tell me anything about his departure and now was sending me money as if I was some gold-digger.

Obviously I didn't use that money. I am quiet capable of taking care of my own expenses.

He is coming back today evening. This also I got to know from dadi.

Mummyji and me are going shopping today. She wanted to buy some gifts for her best friend's daughter's wedding. So she asked me to tag along.

Since I had an off I agreed and we are shopping.

Since I was running out of office clothes I got some cute outfits for myself.

Rishabh's POV

I reached home. Finally back to India forever.

Dadi was sitting in the living room and slumped besides her.

"Mummy kaha hai?"

(Where is mumma?)

I ask her and she says that she and my wife went shopping.

She and mummy came back an hour later carrying a lot of bags.

How much did this girl spend? But why did I not receive any message regarding the transactions? Did she not buy herself anything?

She looks at me for a moment and then goes to the room taking around 5 bags with her.

I go after her to inquire about her shopping.

"Tumne paise use nhi kiye. I didn't receive any message."

(You didn't use the money.)

She looks at me with anger and says.

"I have my own money to spend. Mujhe aapke paiso ki zarurat nhi hai."

(I don't need your money.)

I raised my eyebrows at her tone.

"What's with that tone?"

She turned to me completely and stood near me folding her arms to her chest.

"Don't you think you owe me an apology?"

I raise my eyebrow and ask her.

"Apology for what?"

"Aap mujhe bina inform kre chale gye. I got to know this from a house help ki mere husband toh New York mai hai. And that too for a month. Mai wait kr rhi thi aapka. Aapko nhi lagta you should have atleast told me ki aap jaa rhe hai."

(You left without informing me. I was waiting for you. Don't you think you should have atleast informed me that you are going.)

She said with a half furious and half hurt expression. I was actually about to apologize but then I remembered how I was being forced to marry her.

My expressions hardened and I asked her.

"And why would I do that?"

I ask looking straight into her eyes.

"Biwi hu mai aapki Rishabh."

(I am your wife Rishabh.)

I chuckle mockingly and she looks at me confused.

"Biwi! More like forced biwi. Agar mujhe option di gyi hoti na iss shaadi ke liye toh mai ye shaadi kabhi krta hi nhi. God knows aisa kya hai tum me jo dadi ko tum itni pasand aa gyi."

(Wife! If I was given an option I would never have married. God knows what dadi saw in you.)

Sneha's POV

"God knows aisa kya hai tum me jo dadi ko tum itni pasand aa gyi."

(God knows what dadi saw in you.)

He says and I start recalling everything.

I caught Aneesh cheating on me.

"How could you do this Aneesh?"

I asked him with tears. 

"Toh aur kya karta mai. You were not ready to give me what I wanted."

(What could I do.)

He said nonchalantly and I looked at him hurt.

"You said you loved me. Toh physical relationship shouldn't have mattered right?"

He chuckles mockingly and says.

"Pyaar? Tumhare andar aisa hai hi kya jo mai tumse pyaar karta. Na tum sundar, na tumhe tameez se dress up hona aata, na hi baaki ladkiyon ki tarah achha dikhna aata."

(Love? What is there that I would have loved you. Neither are you beautiful, neither you know how to dress up, and nor you know how to look good like other girls.)

I look away with tears forming in my eyes.

"Sahi keh rhe hai aap. Kuch bhi nhi hai mujhme. Na mai sundar, na mujhe tameez se dress up hona aata aur na hi baaki ladkiyon ki tarah achha dikhna. Why would you want me?"

(You are right. There is nothing in me. Neither am I beautiful, neither I know how to dress up, and nor I know how to look good like other girls.

I mumbled and went out from there. I went to the common balcony and sat by the plants.

Am I so bad that no one wants me? Not even my own husband. Will I never be loved?

Rishabh's POV

What just happened? The way she said everything it seemed like she was reliving something. 

The tears in her eyes did something to me. I loosened my tie. Why am I feeling suffocated? And why the fuck is she affecting me? Should I apologize? I think I should. I went a little overboard.

She seemed very hurt. I changed my clothes and went out to look for her.

She was not there in the living room. Dadi asked me to get her to dinner and I nodded.

I was looking for her and finally found her sitting in mumma's garden area.

She was sitting with her hands on the railing and her face on her hands.

I cleared my throat gaining her attention. She did not turn but I knew I had her attention.

"Dinner ready hai. Neeche aa jaao. Sab wait kr rhe hai."

(Dinner is ready. Come down. Everyone's waiting.)

"Mujhe bhook nhi hai."

(I am not hungry.)

She said and I sighed. 

"Listen I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Lekin khaane pr gussa mat nikalo. Come eat."

(Don't show your anger on food.)

She got up and came near me. Her eyes and face was emotionless.

She looked straight into my eyes and asked.

"You are sorry? For what? For calling me your forced wife ya phir uske baad jo bola?"

(Or for what you said after?)

I closed my eyes and mumbled.

"Dono ke liye."

(For both.)

She was still looking at me. She continued to look at me for some time as if trying to read me.

We shared an eyelock and then she spoke.

"Ek baat puchhu?"

(Can I ask something?)

I nodded without any word.

She gulped and continued.

"Kisi aur ko pasand krte hai aap?"

(Do you like someone else?)

I shook my head without any hesitation. I didn't know why but I felt the need to comfort her at the moment.

"Ek waada kr skte hai?"

(Can you promise something?)

She whispered and I nodded still looking into her eyes.

Her eyes were now glistening with tears and spoke a thousand words that her lips could not.

"Agar kabhi koi aur pasand bhi aati hai toh mujhe bata dena. Mai ussi waqt aapki zindagi se chali jaaungi. Lekin kabhi-kabhi cheat mat krna."

(If you ever like someone else then tell me. I will leave from your life that moment. But never-never cheat on me.)

She whispered in a choked voice and a tear fell her eye. At that moment her eyes were telling me so many stories.

I gulped harshly trying to get some words out of my mouth but could not. I just nodded.
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