Part 2
I had learnt to live my life alone. Yes I did have thousands of people surrounding me, my friends, my parents, my colleagues but none could fill the void that had been created by his absence.
The days would still be lived through by working. The time of the day I detested the most was the NIGHT. It was in the lonely hours of the night that made me see no escape route of the life I was living. It was in those hours that my Hobby of reading or watching movies turned into a bane for me. My books were LOVE stories where everybody would get whom they wanted and here I was living a love story which was ended by fate even before I had time to live it. I had been delineating myself as a hard stone to all who had learnt to live a life alone without being bothered His absence, but deep within I knew that I was lying, lying to myself, and the world to everyone just to escape from their sympathy. I didn't want any of that, all that I wanted was some love, someone to hug me, someone to kiss me, someone to wipe my tears, someone to fill that empty place on the bed to feel someone's presence around the mansion I was living in.
I detested chocolates. It was that box of chocolates that took him away from me. I would have given up anything I had in my life, just to have HIM back in my life, just to feel his lips on my forehead, just to feel his around my waist holding me protectively. He would always mock me in the morning that till he would not hold me I would not go to sleep, and I would retort back that he was giving too much importance to himself there was nothing like that. Both of us knew that I was lying. I would lie awake in the bed for hours, but his presence on the bed was enough to make me feel sleepy. And the moment he lay down I would crawl into the crook of his arms and his left hand would go around my waist holding me tight to me. I would be in deep slumber in minutes. My mornings always started with his morning kiss and then I would roll in bed for few minutes while he went down into his gym. He would sometimes call me Lazy for never working out, but I seriously tried once. He dragged me and the whole time I kept ogling him making him distracted. Next day he gave me clear instructions that I was not to enter his gym again. And I was the happiest woman on earth that day.
He never let me into the office once he knew I was pregnant. I tried reasoning with him that I could work for few months but he would not budge a inch. At last I gave up. If he was happy in me being at home and taking care of myself I didn't mind it, and he was right. I would feel so tired after few minutes of working in the kitchen too. We had cooks and maids at home but I loved cooking for him and it was mandatory that I prepared the dinner whatever may happen.
Since I was at home I even made lunch for him and sent it to the office but by the third month I would be tired of that. One day after making lunch and sending it. I saw the time. I knew I could sleep for some time so that the dinner could be ready in time. But I was woken up with a start with his arms around me carrying me. I looked at him. I thought I was late but when I saw the time it was not even 5. On questioning I came to know that he had come home early and found that I was sleeping coz I was tired and he was taking me to the doctor. I tried protesting but no use. He took me to the hospital. The doctor told him it was just coz I was weak and from that day I was not even allowed in the kitchen.
It was four months of pampering that I lived in not knowing that after that I will have no one even to smile at me or even bother if I had my meals. I ate coz my body needed it but it was all same to me. Weather the cook served me my favorite Rajma chaawal with loads of dry mango powder or was it the bitter gourd that I detested was served to me, it made no difference to me.
His dream was to take his company to the top. I knew I had to achieve it, it was the only thing I was living to fulfill his dream. All my dreams, my smiles, my hopes had gone when he had closed his eyes. I had become a ruthless working woman. The emotions held no place for me. My eyes that held love today were cold. The whimpers of the children , the crying ladies or the maimed beggars that once moved me to tears today made me look at them with scorn. I was fighting a lost battle. No the company was at the peak. I had picked up from where he had left, But I was fighting a battle with myself that I knew I had lost long ago.
The company had acquired several projects and I was called for several parties but I would turn down most of them. To get to these parties meant I had to deck up myself and I decked up myself only for one person and he was not there to appreciate my beauty. It made no difference to me weather all the guys looked at me lasciviously or the ladies were jealous of me. For me the compliments of only one man mattered.
Over the months I had given up going back home at nights. I would stay in the office and work. Sometimes my friends worried that I would spoil my health but lest they knew that at home those memories that haunted me would drive me insane. I was a branded work alcoholic. I had fulfilled his dream and now I knew that I could close my eyes in contentment for eternity.
Here I am the girl who loved the deep slumber and her simple home a Branded SHREWD BUSSINESS WOMAN.
Kumkum Bhagya
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