Author: Khush

“We are going to honeymoon? On a Mediterranean cruise? A private one at that?” I exclaimed. I had heard they were expensive, and the ones I had heard of wasn’t private. This one actually was. I’m not sure what I looked like, but when he gently pushed my chin up, I realised my mouth was open forming a perfect ‘O’. “Isn’t is like too costly? It might as well be the budget of our whole marriage! More than that?” I asked him. I mean sure it sounds great! Great doesn’t even define it, but it’s way too costly. And that…

I was being pecked on, again and again. He was nuzzling on my neck, breathing over it. My breath hitched, he started trailing hot wet kisses down my neck, gently over my collar bone, his hands trying to get into my shirt, gently pushing it up. I was getting on high, a soft moan escaped my lips, and he smiled over my neck. “Good morning, my lady.” He said. I just moaned in reply, he smiled. “Come on darling, you have to wake up.” “Nuh uh, and don’t dare stop what you are doing.” I said. He paused, “No you…

Kartik’s POV The truth was out. I didn’t want to believe that this was it, but I didn’t really have an option not to. It all did fit properly. I had given him an option of walking away, he didn’t. The way he broke down had to be real. I always had seen concern for me in his eyes, but had deluded myself in believing that it was all fake. I had myself convinced that he was the culprit. And now, everything I believed to be true was turned false. Everything that I thought was right was wrong, my life…

Kartik’s POV What has she asked for? For me to talk to them. They’ll give me stories, and all I can do is cry over them. No I didn’t want that. I wanted truth. Which MG wasn’t capable of giving. But I couldn’t deny her now, she had already promised me she wouldn’t talk to them once I hear them out. I’ll do it, I’ll even take her, once she hears the half cooked lies of them, she’ll know what’s true. And her efforts are futile. I agreed for the talk. She said, she’ll go and get them. I denied,…

Naira’s POV I woke up from my slumber only to find the reason of peace is missing. I panicked I wasn’t dreaming, was I? Kartik had come here, hadn’t he? I checked in the bathroom, which was empty, I was about to run down the stairs, to confirm if he had come or not, when he entered. “What are you doing roaming around like that? You are still weak. So dare not get up from that bed.” He said. He had brought food with him, along with a bowl of soup, and a bowl of kadha bleh. I didn’t want…

Kartik’s POV It had been a week since we had a talk. I missed her very much. It broke my heart to see her alone and crying herself to sleep every night. She never said anything, but I could see it. I could see the streaks of tear that had been running down her face. I could see that she didn’t even bother to cook anything to eat. I could guess by the speed at which coffee was getting over, that caffeine was the only thing that had kept her going. I could she had lost a lot of weight,…

I was in Singhania house today, it has been a week to that dreadful night. Kartik still won’t talk to me. I was there, for 2 days, couldn’t eat, couldn’t go about, couldn’t do anything but think about that horrible evening. I had tried calling him, he wouldn’t respond, I went I’m to office to talk to him, yet he didn’t answer. He would come at ashram, only when he knew I want there. Turn up at our flat so late in night that I would be sleeping. He slept in the same bed I knew by the creases in…

Naira’s POV He had left, the door was open, my heart was down, I ran after him. When I reached the gate of our flat, he was no where to be found. I ran frantically, without even looking at where I was going. Praying each second, asking for his safety, asking that I find him soon. Suvarna ma came after me. She asked me to go home, it is not safe for me to run around in night. I didn’t want to be safe, I wanted him. She told me, he would be back soon. That he was no kid.…

Kartik prepared the breakfast, while I went to freshen up. He was making moong dal pakode, with my favourite chutney. With some toast to go with it. He didn’t know to cook well, but he was ok. He could stand in the kitchen and make something edible at that. He was secretly jealous of men at my home, where they all knew how to cook, and could make their wives rest for a while. I knew if I went ahead and checked his phone I’ll find many recipes. I took my time, in the shower, letting the water wash away…