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SNEAK PEAK
"Why did you do that?" I tried my best to remain calm and crossed my arms over my chest, hardly taking a harsh gulp of breath, "Is it necessary to remind me every second that we're married?"
He gave me a wounded look, "I was just introducing myself."
"Really? You've a prestigious title to introduce yourself with. Why did you say that?"
Soft brown curls waved in the air as he raked a hand through his hair, "I said it because that's what I am." He told me desperately, "I am your husband, Pratiksha. Why will I hide it?"
I shut my eyes as his warm palm crept over my cheek, subduing the chill settled within me. It hurt. Everytime he accepted this relationship, it killed me. I had waited long enough to see a day like this but it was too late then. I didn't want to sail in storm again.
He won't understand me. He never did, really.
Coiling back from his touch, I steeled myself to be stern and darted a glare on him, "This is the last time I'm asking you to not do this. If you're so kind to still consider yourself my husband, please add a prefix 'soon to be ex'. That will honestly reflect our relationship."
I wanted to hurt him, bruise his huge ego so that he'd leave me alone but he merely watched me with an expression that didn't suit him. He looked awful when he was in pain. I had to look away, "Please focus on your conference and go back to India. I will be really..."
"You should eat."
"What?" My stunned eyes found his gorgeous face again. He stepped closer and pressed a granular bar on my hand, "You look weak. I know you're missing your meals. So typical of you. Please just eat this."
"Samay..."
"Just eat!" He insisted, murmuring and holding my palm tightly. "I am sorry for what I did but please don't punish yourself because of me."
I saw him smiling faintly. Is he here to judge my patience? My eyes filled up and I turned my back to him before tears could fall on my cheeks.
"Pratiksha, I know that I..."
"You're killing me." I snapped, shaking my head. "I don't want you around me. I don't want you to care for me. I don't want your attention. I want nothing from you so stop punishing me."
I gave the bar to him with a sigh, "Go please. I am not the one made for you."
Having no courage left, I rushed from there across the street. I couldn't play the same dialogue on loop. I knew the fact. I accepted the reality but did it make things better for me? No. In fact, it intensified the pain. I'd rather sulk in a corner alone than showing him my tears.
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