I grabbed her arms and turned her around on the bed so that I was hovering over her. She looked at me with a small smile playing on her lips, and it killed me knowing that I wouldn't be able to keep that smile alive for the rest of the night.
"Don't you think we should have a little time to figure ourselves out?" I murmured to her softly. "Neither one of us was expecting this - just last night, we met after six years."
She glanced down at my lips, and I knew that what I had just said had gone over her head. She wasn't paying attention. She just wanted me.
"Sanyukta," I whispered, and she lifted her head from the bed so that she could kiss me, but I moved my head back.
I didn't mind kissing her - in fact, I would love to. Right now though, I couldn't let it get to the point where she had expectations of the night.
"Sanyukta, we have a lot we need to talk about," I said to her. "Why don't we just talk?"
She struggled from under me, but I had pinned her arms on the bed, so she couldn't move her body.
"Randhir, why do you want to talk?" she asked impatiently. "We have our whole life to talk."
"We have our whole life to do this too," I said to her.
"But I want to do this tonight!" she argued. "It's my wedding night Randhir. Every girl dreams about their wedding night."
How could I just crush her dreams like that?
"Okay fine," I said to her, knowing that what I was about to say was very, very risky. "But on one condition."
"What?" she asked softly.
"You have to agree, that after tonight we'll use protection," I said.
"Why?" she asked, looking at me like I was speaking in a foreign language.
"Because I'm not ready to have kids," I said simply.
"What? How could you say that? You would have had a kid by now!" she snapped, then her eyes filled up with tears, and I let go of her arms and sat up on the bed beside her.
She sat up too and sniffled. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close to me as she cried.
"It hurt me so much Randhir, when I lost her," she sobbed, "I felt like dying. It was like I had no other reason to live."
"You have your whole life Sanyukta," I said to her softly. "You need to realize that - when someone leaves us, it isn't the end of the world. People will come and go, but life will go on."
"It still haunts me," she said, "It has been so many years, and it still hurts."
"You know," I replied softly, "You're very brave. You chose to have a child, despite knowing society would point fingers at you. You remained firm and unshakeable for your baby. You even moved to Canada for your child."
She pressed her face harder into my chest, and I rubbed her back soothingly.
"All of it was for nothing," she said. "It was a waste."
"It wasn't for nothing," I said to her softly, "All of it happened for a reason, and the reason may be unknown to us today, but nonetheless it happened for the best."
"How can you say my daughter died for the best?" she croaked.
"Maybe God needed an angel," I murmured.
In my mind, I knew that perhaps the reason was that she had to be so vulnerable, so that when someone came along to make her strong, she would weakly fall into their arms and allow them to build her again.
I came for her.
"I need an angel too," she whispered.
I was her guardian angel, always here to look out for her and to love her. My role was clear to me now - the reason for my existence was her and only her. I was nobody without her. The sole purpose that I walked on this planet was to help her and walk with her until she reached a light.
"You will find your angel," I told her softly. "Don't worry about it - your angel is out there, guiding you and taking you where you need to go."
"Why aren't you ready for kids?" she asked me softly.
"I want to spend time with you," I replied to her. "Just you and me - we could travel, we could have fun, and then when the time is right... we can settle down and have as many kids as you want."
She hugged me tightly, and I kissed the top of her head.
"Okay then," she agreed, "That sounds fair."
She broke our embrace and then touched my cheek softly, as she looked up into my eyes.
"You know Randhir, all these firsts... from first kiss, to the first time we made love, I would always dream about. It was supposed to be perfect. Both times though, I didn't remember," she whispered. "The giddy feeling, the excitement, the nerves that comes with all of that - I didn't feel it."
"I have an idea," I said to her softly, "We can continue our college romance from where we left off... we can hug, we can kiss, but the time, hesitation and nerves of doing more than that, can still exist. That way you won't miss out, and every experience will be like your first experience all over again."
She looked at me with teary eyes, as if her heart just melted after she heard me say that.
"Really?" she breathed out.
"Yes," I said softly, and took her hand in mine softly before bringing it to my lips.
I kissed her knuckles.
"Okay," she replied with a smile on her face.
I lay down on the bed and she snuggled up next to me in my arms, and placed her hand on my stomach.
"When you're ready, we can do the rest," I murmured to her softly.
"So you're my boyfriend," she stated.
"Mhmm, and you're my girlfriend," I replied to her.
Then she closed her eyes and smiled against my chest. Our relationship had been short-lived back in college, but by picking up from where we left off, it would ensure that Sanyukta didn't miss out on any of the experiences that she had once looked forward to.
"Good night," she whispered, sounding happy.
"Good night," I replied, closing my eyes.
If there was one thing that was right - it was putting the other person first. If I hadn't put Sanyukta first, I wouldn't have been able to avoid the situation without breaking her heart. I put her feelings first, and empathized with her, so I knew how to manipulate the situation.
I was able to avoid being with her, because I was doing it for her.
I was able to bring a smile on her face, because I was willing to suffer a whole lifetime of misery for that one smile.
That one thought, that one reality, was enough to make all that existed bend and conform just for my purpose. If my will was pure, the way would be shown, just like it was shown today.
55
The next day, we were on our way to India. Sanyukta slept for most of the plane ride, and so did I. We had a layover in Athens, so we were sitting at a small bistro inside the airport together and drinking coffee.
I didn't fail to notice that her eyes were on my lips. Every time my cup of coffee touched my lips, she would look at it enviously. I couldn't help but smile - seeing her jealous over a coffee cup was cute.
So I intentionally brought the cup to my lips again and again, sipping on it for longer periods of time. Finally, after sipping on my coffee for ten seconds straight, I put the coffee cup down on the table in front of me, my hand still around it.
Sanyukta grabbed my cup from me and placed her lips over the spot where my lips had just been and I looked at her with awe. She didn't even put the cup down until I spoke to her.
"You have your own coffee," I pointed out.
"I wanted yours," she said stubbornly, putting the cup down and glaring at me.
"And why is that?" I asked coolly, as if I had no idea why.
"I think my coffee is too strong. Yours tastes better," she replied.
I smiled at her - she was lying through her teeth.
"Really?" I asked.
Then I picked up her coffee cup and took a sip nonchalantly.
"Tastes the same to me," I said to her.
"Something's wrong with your taste buds," she responded.
"Or maybe you're lying," I replied with a smirk.
"I am not!" she exclaimed defensively. "Why would I lie?"
I reached out across the table and touched the top of her hand lightly - I saw her tremble.
"You just wanted a taste of my lips," I said to her bluntly.
Her cheeks turned a crimson red color and I grinned - oh she was beautiful when she blushed. What I wouldn't do to give her what she wanted right then and there.
"You - you are wrong," she spluttered.
"Am I?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, and returning my expression to a neutral one.
"Yes! I don't want to taste your lips," she scoffed, "As if! Where do you get these ideas?"
"You're a bad liar," I pointed out.
"I am not!" she replied, turning even more red.
"Yes you are," I responded, smirking.
She pushed her chair back and stood up.
"I'm going to the washroom! It's almost time for our flight - I'll meet you at the gate," she said quickly, her face completely red. "Oh and you're wrong!"
I pushed my chair back and stood up too.
"Are you sure you want to leave?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, you won't get to drink from my cup if you leave."
"Shut up," she replied, blushing, and then turned around and left, as I chuckled behind her.
"I love you," I murmured softly as soon as I saw her disappear.
I loved her more than anything else in the world, and when she performed these cute antics, it was like I was falling in love with her all over again.
That was when I realized that with every passing second, I was falling more and more deeply in love with Sanyukta, and that realization made me feel warm, and very content.
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My love was proportional to her love. I was getting closer and closer to loving her infinitely, but unless she hit infinity, I was not able to. My hands were tied.
Her love for me was increasing, and in turn, so was mine.
Once I brought her home, I was happy to see that she was smiling.
"Welcome home," I said to her, and she grinned widely at me.
Then she set off to explore the house - it was a big house with two stories, a basement, and three bedrooms.
As she looked around the house, I picked up our suitcases and took them to my room. I hurried to clean the mess that I had left there before going to Canada.
Sanyukta entered the bedroom and she looked at the condition of the room before sighing loudly.
"Randhir," she said, "What's wrong with you? Now that I'm living here, you can't leave our house like this!"
"Really? Will you force me?" I asked her, raising my eyebrow.
She breathed sharply and glared at me, as I walked towards her. She walked backwards until she hit the wall. I blocked her escape route by placing both of my hands on either side of her.
"Yes," she breathed out, glancing down at my lips. "I will force you."
"How will you do that?" I asked her, bringing my face closer to hers.
She was trembling, and I hadn't even touched her yet. I knew she wanted to just jump on me and have me right then and there, but I couldn't allow her to so easily.
"I - I - will st - stay away from you if you make a m - mess," she stuttered, as if she was having a hard time to find the words in my presence.
"Really? Will you be able to?" I asked her softly, my lips an inch away from hers.
Her hands slid up my chest, around my neck, and I felt goosebumps erupt on my own skin.
"I will be able to," she replied, regaining her composure. "But I don't know if you're interested in testing that out."
"Maybe you're right," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
I let go of the wall and grabbed the back of her head, the bottom of my palm resting on the nape of her neck. She was breathing quickly, and glancing down at my lips obviously. I looked down at hers too, before I licked mine to wet them so the kiss would be smooth.
As I leaned towards her, my eyes closed of their own accord, but I felt her hands slide down to my chest and push me back. She giggled and ran towards the bed.
"No," she teased, laughing.
"Oh yeah?" I asked, and ran towards her.
She tried to run away, but I was too fast. I grabbed her waist and pushed her down on the bed, as I fell on top of her.
Her eyes closed as her breaths got faster, and my lips got pulled towards hers. Her grip on my shirt tightened, and all I could hear was her rapid heartbeat and quick breathing. More than anything though, I could sense that her desire was aching to have me.
57
As my lips moved closer and closer to hers, her hands on my shirt tightened and I immediately rolled off her - I was getting too carried away. While I was fine with making out with her, I was just worried about what else it could lead to.
I lay down on the bed and she turned around and propped herself up on one elbow, looking slightly disappointed.
"You're no fun," she whined.
"You're so beautiful, that if we start something now, it'll be impossible for me to stop," I told her, and I saw her blush faintly.
"Who said we need to stop?" she whispered, resting her head on my chest.
I caressed her hair softly, as she closed her eyes. I didn't reply to her - because I didn't know how to. She was jetlagged, and so was I. We both fell asleep like this in no time, with her in my arms.
When I woke up, Sanyukta was nowhere to be seen. I rubbed my eyes, and called out, "Sanyukta?"
No answer.
I started to look everywhere - the bathroom, the kitchen, the other rooms, even the basement. But she was nowhere.
Where could she have gone so late - it was past ten at night? I still hadn't set her up with a mobile number, and she didn't have the house keys - so I couldn't even go anywhere.
I turned on the TV and sighed - I would need to talk to her about this. Disappearing like this was not right.
An hour later, I heard the front door open and I immediately turned off the TV and went to the door. It was Sanyukta.
I grabbed her arms and roughly pushed her against the wall, next to the door furiously.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked angrily.
She looked up into my eyes with fear - she had never seen me like this before.
I was not angry at her - I could never be angry at her. I was angry at myself. I was angry that I slept so deeply, that I let her slip away.
"Randhir, are you okay?" she asked me softly.
I shook her roughly.
"Sanyukta are you out of your mind?" I asked her. "This isn't Canada where it's okay for you to be out until past midnight - this is India. You can't be out alone this late!"
Her eyes filled with tears and I immediately felt guilty for yelling at her - but what could I do? She had to understand that she couldn't just disappear like this.
"Randhir I just went to get these," she mumbled.
I let go of her, and took the plastic bag that she was holding from her. I looked inside and pulled out a pack of condoms.
I held the condoms up in front of her.
"These? You had to go out this late to get these?" I said angrily.
"Well you weren't showing any sign of getting them," she replied, finding her voice.
"Sanyukta why does everything have to be about sex?" I asked her, getting angry again. "What's the harm if we wait? Why do you need to run out the first day we get here to buy condoms - that too, in the middle of the night?"
Her eyes filled with tears and she pressed her back against the wall.
"You're right," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
Then she ran up the stairs, and I guiltily watched her run off.
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She was lying down, crying into her pillow, when I entered our room. I sat down next to her lying figure on the bed, and softly touched her head. She didn't turn around.
"Sanyukta," I murmured, "I'm sorry."
She still didn't turn around. She continued to sob into the pillow, and I felt horrible - I didn't ever want to bring tears into her eyes like this.
"Please look at me Sanyukta," I said, "Please."
She turned around and sat up on the bed, her eyes puffy.
I moved closer to her, and wrapped my arms around her body.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered into her ear, as I stroked her hair. "I really am sorry."
She placed her hands against my chest and pushed my body off hers.
"I don't want to talk," she responded. "Leave me alone."
I took one of her hands and brought it to my lips so I could place a wet kiss there. Her eyes filled with tears once again as she yanked her hand away.
"I said leave me alone," she whispered.
I cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her forehead softly, and I felt her shiver. I kissed her cheek, then trailed kisses down her jawline.
"Randhir stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she struggled to control her erratic breathing.
"I love you," I murmured, as my lips then moved closer to hers.
Our noses touched for a slight moment, as she glanced down at my lips.
"S - stop," she murmured, but I knew the intensity of what was happening was too strong.
Six years. Six whole years of being apart. Six years of sexual tension that we suppressed.
I slid my face closer and her eyes closed of their own accord. My eyes closed too, and I felt her give in, as her hands rested on my thighs.
Our lips brushed against each other's ever so lightly, and I felt tears fall down my cheeks - I couldn't tell if they were her tears or mine, I couldn't even tell what was happening.
All I knew was that her lips were on mine, and it was a feeling like none other - perhaps the most intense feeling I have felt in a while, or even for as long as I lived.
Six years later, when our lips met, and our hearts synchronized to beat as one, I learned that even if we failed as humans, as husband and wife, or as boyfriend and girlfriend, we would never fail as lovers.
Our lips spoke a language that even we didn't understand, and that was what this kiss taught me today.
59
The world disappeared. All that existed was Sanyukta. Even I had left my identity behind.
As our lips sang a song that only our souls recognized, I caressed her hair. She slid her hands up my legs and under my shirt. Soon we were loving each other like never before. Without saying a word to each other, we spoke volumes, just by the language of touch.
Who would have known that a sense like touch would have a whole language dedicated to it? Who would have known that Sanyukta and I would make love, not with our bodies, but with our souls? Who would have known that I would constantly be falling more and more in love with Sanyukta? Who would have known that I would not even understand the depth of our love, despite loving so deeply?
We both had tears in our eyes, as we made love tonight. It was like we had been waiting for an eternity to unite. It was as if we had finally reached our destination, the reason we walked on this planet.
Was it possible, that I was born here, just for this? Was it possible, that I was a part of this Universe, just to love another? Was she the sole reason for my existence?
I held her in my arms, both of us still silent. I didn't need to tell her I loved her. She knew. She didn't need to tell me what she felt, because it didn't matter, I would love her regardless.
I was her slave, happy to serve my master. She could love me or hate me, she could stay with me or leave me, she could kiss me or slap me. I would accept it all whole-heartedly.
For me the world started with her, and it ended with her. This one-pointed focus towards her, was what would take me forward. Every breath I took was for her, every beat of my heart was for her, and every movement of my body, was for her and only her.
Her tears fell on my chest and I caressed her hair, my own tears falling down my cheeks. I wasn't crying because I was upset. I wasn't crying because I was happy. I was crying because I was here, and at this moment, what was required of me was to cry. It was inevitable.
This Universe was perfect. Everything about it was beautiful - from our separation to our union. The last six years had been lonely, I had been alone, away from her, thinking about her constantly - with the hope to see her again. I was seeing now that even though Sanyukta hadn't been with me in the last six years, she had always been here.
It was just like I had learned that touch had its own language. I also learned today, that I was never alone - that she had never left my side, and it was only due to my limited senses, that I didn't see her. After all, how was I supposed to see beyond what my eyes saw? I could only hear what my ears were capable of. I could only feel what my skin touched. How could there be a universe beyond my senses? I would have never thought that it would be possible to see beyond what the human eye could see.
A realization hit me - that senses were limited. The world was not as limited as our senses. I was not able to see ultraviolet rays, or hear beyond ten octaves of sound, but did that mean that those rays and sound beyond that ceased to exist? Just because I wasn't able to comprehend it? My mind was limited. It never saw Sanyukta for what she really was - the soul that was within. I saw her as Sanyukta. I would never be able to recognize her if she came to me in another form, even if the same essence was there.
Why couldn't I see her for who she really was? Why did I see her as just Sanyukta? The answer was that I was blind, disabled, unable to perceive beyond what my mind told me was right. I listened to my mind attentively, while my heart told me something else.
Now, I was happy to say, that I was learning - and had this separation not have happened, I would not be able to see what I saw today. I would not be able to be where I was today.
Sanyukta's body might have been in my arms had the separation not happened, but her soul would not be. She might be happy with me, but my purpose would not have been served.
I closed my eyes and sent a silent thank you out into oblivion, today I was truly grateful for everything that had happened to me.
As I fell asleep, I held Sanyukta more tightly, as I listened to her steady breaths, which were slowly beginning to match mine.
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In the morning, I asked Sanyukta if she wanted to go and visit Parth and Vidhushi but she refused.
"No, I was barely even friends with them," she argued.
"Alright, you don't have to go - but I should at least tell them that we're married. They'll be in for the shock of their lives, but -" I started.
"Randhir, can't you just spend the day with me?" she complained.
We were in the kitchen, and Sanyukta was cooking something for us to eat. I was sitting on the dining table, speaking to her.
"Okay, I'll spend the entire day with you," I told her with a smile. "But if you get bored, don't blame me."
"We'll think about that after we get bored," she said irritably, "And you shouldn't annoy me while I'm cooking - thoughts and intentions latch on to food, and then you'll eat it... so if I'm thinking ill, then you're digesting those ill thoughts and it could harm you."
"Sorry miss," I apologized, and stood up, before approaching her as she fried potatoes.
I wrapped my arms around her stomach from behind and buried my face into the crook of her neck.
"Randhir," she breathed out.
"Sanyukta," I responded, kissing her neck softly.
I slid down the sleeve of her dress so that her shoulder was exposed, and I felt her tremble against me, as I placed light kisses on her shoulder.
"S - stop," she moaned.
"Make me," I whispered, my stubble grazing her shoulder gently.
I moved my hands down her stomach, down to the skirt of her dress. I pulled it upwards, and I heard her breathe even more quickly. My hand caressed her panties softly, and she pressed her back against me hard, as I slid my fingers inside the cloth and rubbed her softly.
"Randhir," she moaned. "Oh..."
"Say my name again," I whispered into her ear as she pressed her back against me more tightly.
I started to stroke her faster, as she grinded against me. I captured the top of her ear in my mouth and started to suck on it, causing her to gasp even more loudly.
"Randhir," she moaned again.
Her hands slid down to find mine, but I used my other hand to keep her hands off. She moaned more loudly, and it turned me on a lot - but my task here was to pleasure Sanyukta.
She dropped her head back against my shoulder as my lips found the side of her jaw, before she breathed sharply and her whole body trembled, as she had a toe-curling orgasm.
She was weak - she almost fell against me, but I removed my hand from between her legs, and held her against me.
"What was that?" she mumbled.
"It felt good?" I asked her.
She turned around and pressed her face against my chest.
"So good," she said honestly.
I kissed the top of her head and smiled into her hair.
"Am I still annoying you?" I asked her softly.
"No," she whispered, still out of breath. "Can we eat later?"
"Anything you want," I replied to her, chuckling softly.
She turned off the stove and then grabbed my arm, before dragging me back into the bedroom, in order to satisfy some more desires.
61
A month passed where Sanyukta and I had a lot of fun - we had our share of little fights, but more than anything, we were happy being with each other. She was beginning to grow happier as time passed.
I told myself, the day I saw a genuine smile on her face - which was not dependent on me, would be the day I would be willing to die.
That day had still not come, but as time passed, we were heading closer and closer to that day.
One night, after I returned home from work, and we had dinner, we had begun to make out - it was not unusual for us. We kissed often, and we had probably gone through dozens of packs of condoms already. We had a lot of fun in bed.
Her lips were on mine, her tongue fighting with mine for dominance, as her hands were unbuckling my belt. My hands were on her bottoms, squeezing them, and pulling her closer towards me on the bed.
After we removed all of our clothes, I reached for the pack of condoms but Sanyukta grabbed my arm.
"Randhir it's enough," she said seriously, "No more condoms... I want to feel you, all of you - I don't want anything between us."
Oh how I wanted to feel all of her too. I did not like the idea of having a piece of latex in between us either, but what could I do? I was helpless. For her sake, I had to do this.
"Sanyukta I'm still not ready to have children... there's so much I want to do with you," I murmured to her.
"But Randhir, can't we find another way?" she asked, tears prickling her eyes.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her naked body against mine.
"Will you take pills?" I asked her softly.
"Birth control pills?" she asked.
"Yeah, if you take birth control pills, we won't have to use condoms," I suggested.
"Okay, I can do that," she agreed.
Then I kissed the top of her head and caressed her back softly.
"We can go to the doctor tomorrow," I told her.
"Okay," she said happily. "I love you Randhir."
"I love you too Sanyukta," I told her with a smile.
I did not know then, that this decision would be the one decision that turned everything around.
62
Sanyukta started to take birth control pills, and after two weeks of being on them, we stopped using the condoms.
She was to take a pill at the exact same time everyday. Sanyukta took her pill in the afternoon at 4 PM. I would still be at work at four, but I would often text her to remind her.
For the first three months of her being on the pill, it was exciting - the way I got to feel her directly brought forth a new level of intimacy.
After the first three months passed, Sanyukta started to get lonely. I would spend more time at work, and she had no friends. She didn't want to meet anyone, or even get to know the neighbours.
I asked her over and over again, if she wanted to meet Parth and Vidhushi - they were good people, and they would never think ill of her, but she wanted to be in her own cave of loneliness.
That was when distance started to form between us.
When I would come home from work, Sanyukta would be lying down in bed, fast asleep - even if it was just six in the evening. When she woke up or came into contact with me, it would be to dully tell me to put my socks in the laundry or to eat dinner.
She stopped speaking to me completely - and it was taking her back into her depression.
One day, I decided that I had enough. She needed to speak up.
So, when I came home from work - earlier than usual. This time it was just past four, and I had obviously caught her by surprise, since she was cooking in the kitchen and hadn't laid down in bed, pretending to sleep.
"You're early," she said.
"I wanted to spend some time with you," I told her softly.
"Why?" she asked, looking at me suspiciously.
"I can't spend time with my wife?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows.
"It's just a strange thing... that's all," she muttered. "You don't care about me anymore."
"Who told you that?" I asked her, and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind her.
I felt her body stiffen against me as my lips found her neck.
"Randhir stop," she said. "I don't want to do anything with you."
She turned off the stove and turned around to face me, tears filling her eyes.
"What did I do?" I asked her.
"You come home late. I am so lonely here. By coming home early one day, it won't change anything," she snapped.
"Sanyukta, how many times have I told you to make friends," I asked her impatiently. "You know Parth and Vidhushi are dying to meet you and there are so many other people you can meet -"
"Shut up Randhir!" she screamed, tears falling from her eyes. "I don't want to make any friends. I don't want anyone or anything. I don't even want you. Just leave me alone!"
"Sanyukta," I said softly, and placed a hand on her shoulder before I engulfed her in a tight hug. "I love you so much."
She sobbed against me, but I held her so tightly that she relaxed in my embrace, as I caressed her hair.
"I want to have kids Randhir," she whispered. "I want to have a child - I want us to start a family. Please Randhir, let's have a child."
I felt my entire body fill with shock as she said that - how was I supposed to tell her no?
"I want to go places with you," I whispered.
"We still haven't gone anywhere! At this rate we'll only have kids after I hit menopause, and by then it'll be too late," she snapped.
"Sanyukta, we haven't enjoyed fully," I said to her.
"I don't know about what your enjoyment is like Randhir - ditching me and going to work, and then coming home expecting for me to sleep with you!" she snapped.
I pulled her body off mine and looked at her with shock.
"How can you say that?" I asked her. "You know I've been busy, but I try to spend as much time with you as I can."
"I want to have a child Randhir - I'm not asking you," she said.
"Sanyukta we are not having a child," I snapped at her, getting frustrated.
"Yes we are," she argued.
"I don't care Sanyukta... we are not having a child, and that's final," I responded impatiently.
"Too bad, I'm already pregnant," she snapped, her eyes filling with tears, and then turned around and ran up the stairs.
I felt like a bullet had just shot through my heart.
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