His lips brushed on my neck as his fingers wrapped around my earring, taking them off before moving them down to my back as he pulled me into his embrace.
His laughter echoed in my ears as the feather inside the pillow scattered all over the floor, my own giggles merging with his as we lay on the bed exchanging ‘I love you’.
He carried the noodles as he snuck into my maternal house at midnight, unable to sleep without me keeping me awake with him
His constant calling and texting.
His voice telling me he missed me, did I miss him?
His complains of the alarm.
His gratitude towards my support.
His guilt.
His lies.
His betrayal.
“No. No. No. Kyu Bhagwan Ji. Kyu?” I cried as my reflection stared back at me.
I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. My wedded self stared back at me, a smirk on her face as she tutted.
“Bad luck isn’t it. First husband left you before the wedding night and second one left you after enjoying the wedding night.”
She shook her head tauntingly, “You never were anyone’s first choice, not Fateh’s, not your family’s, not anyone’s.”
“Stop it.” I clutched my ears, “Just stop it.”
Her words echoed in my head as I stumbled, loosing my footing and I held onto the table beside me. My eyes caught sight of a framed picture of Fateh and I.<span;> <span;>Grabbing it I threw it at the girl in the mirror, shattering it on impact. The photo fell out of the frame, landing on the table and I picked it up studying it.<span;> We were laughing and happy but who knows maybe that was his act as well. Both sides of the picture in my hands, I tore it into pieces throwing them onto the ground where it belonged.
My legs buckled as I moved to the bed, my fingers caressed the sheets. Just yesterday we were throwing pilows at each other confessing our love.
I held onto the pillow, holding it close to me as I inhaled his scent from it.
I love you.
His voice repeated In my head over and over again.
I love you too.
Stupid. How could you fall for that? A man who never loved you. A man that used you then discarded you.
The pillow in my arms once comforted me, now hurt me more than anything. I chucked it aside not caring where it landed until I heard his voice.
“Tejo?”
I remained silent not wanting to talk to the man who had broken my heart into millions of pieces.
“Tejo wh-” His silence told me he had seen the broken mirror.
His hand on my shoulder as he crouched down to my face level, hooking his finger on my chin forcing me to look at him.
“Tejo what happened? The mirror, the pillow,” His eyes looked around the mess in the room, “Everything scattered. Why?”
“Tejo -”
I didn’t let him finish as I pushed past him with the hand that wasn’t in a sling, grabbing my clothes and headed to the washroom. The further I stayed from him the better.