SS: Bewafa THE END pg62 - Page 33

Originally posted by: DonnaHarvey

I am so sorry for having butchered your name forgive me please😳

Originally posted by: kendra

there is nothing like that!! most of people are confused between kriti and kirti !! (even my relatives) 😉😆

Originally posted by: DevilClan

M unable to undrstand dat Wht does Madhu want?

Originally posted by: AroraN

Love Bittu ji ...he said truth...RK deserves this to hear

Dips..,why is she here ..to spoil everything

Loved Madhu's reaction 👍🏼

Today is her fourth week in to the pregnancy and I am bombarded with media phone calls. I have respected her wishes and refused to comment. However, the tabloids are beginning to get on my nerves. I don't know how to spell out the problem without letting my insecurities show. Believe me, I tried.

"Madhubala, they asking me if you're with another man. I know you're not but, I …...may I please make one statement?"

She gives me the same blank look she does everyday.

"I am starting to bloat. Get me stretchy pants or something. I can't wear the designer bullshit for long".

"Please, would you give this a gentle thought?"

She shrugs her shoulder and flips through random magazine covers. An hour passes by in excruciating silence as if quite were the norm. I want to talk. But, the only noise I hear is the her hand against the gloss paper. Her hand, I notice something on her hand. The wedding ring is back; her fingers stay a little longer on my featured spread. She reads my words more thoroughly than the next actor. I still mean something.

"What do you want me to say?"

She drops the magazine on the floor.

"Should I pretend I don't know anything? Should I smile and make out with you? Is that what you want?"

"No, that's not what I want. I will take a phone call and tell them we are okay. That we're having a baby. Everything will be fine".

"Are you positive? How come you're certain everything will be fine? Clearly, I was not good enough for you once. Let's not kid ourselves, I am not getting any younger. I am covered stretch marks and celluloid. There is no guarantee you won't go down that road again. Why should I trust you making yet another decision for me?"

Time and tolerance, I repeat in my head. Only time and tolerance will heal the deal cuts I left behind. l will have to hear out whatever she has to say. Ideally, I should have to suffer a lifetime to know the extent of damage I have done.

"If that is what you want then, I will stay quite".

I clean up the dishes under her gaze. She has a subtle discomfort apparent in her movements. I, very boldly, take the opportunity to feel her again.

"May I?"

She signals in a yes, probably out of desperation. I massage her feet, with shallow breaths in and out every other second. I muster up the courage to tell her.

"She was the producer's wife. I got greedy. I met my demons. I…"

She holds up her hand in disbelief and what hear next is not believable either.

"What happened next? Did she tie you to the bed, pull your arms up and force herself in? Is that happened? Weren't you a helpless little pig? You had a choice, you bas***d you. You still have a choice. I don't want to bitter. I don't want to be your bitch wife who forgets nothing and nags you all day for a moment's indiscretion. But this was more, wasn't it? You knew he loved her and I thought you loved me. Did you see their kids? They were angels, so precious. You destroyed their family like you did ours. What do you want me to do? Kiss and make up? I am hurt, very hurt".

"I just want to be honest. I want you know everything I didn't say. I want you to know I am sorry. That it is not your fault, not anyone's fault but mine. I didn't have my priorities straight. I want you and I want our child. We can't kiss and make up. We won't kiss and make up. But I am here always even if we don't kiss and make up. I love you".