Heyya, guys!
This week has been tough on SaiRat and on us. Here's to hoping that this does not rile you up more😆
"There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing and be nothing" - Aristotle
C...Callous
"Virat, uss din jawab nahi diya tha tumne. Kya jagah hain meri tumhari life mein," Pakhi probed.
"Pakhi yeh," and before he could formulate a response to what he considered an obscene question, he saw her standing by the door. Her eyes were cast down, making it difficult for him to decipher what was going through her.
She knocked on the door.
Their bedroom door.
Her bedroom.
She knocked.
In a voice seemingly devoid of emotions, she apologized for interrupting their conversation and said that she had to take her books to study on the terrace.
Why the hell was she apologizing for coming into their room!
"Sai, why are you," he was still trying to find the correct words to chastise her for apologizing when Pakhi replied,
"You can come in Sai. It's good you are learning your manners," she said in a mocking tone, her face smug for having another one over Sai.
"Ji Didi" she replied, still composed. Her fist clutching on the salwar gave away her anger though. However, Pakhi was too lost in her mental celebrations and Virat, too lost in his thoughts to notice.
She gathered her books and stationary, while Virat looked at her through the mirror, silently hoping that she would look at him.
She did not.
He was used to angry Sai, rebel Sai, happy Sai, crying Sai. But this Sai, this indifferent Sai was like a dagger to his heart, it pierced through him and shattered all his defenses.
Sai left her room as she came in, eyes still transfixed on the floor.
"It's good she's learning that she should not poke her nose where it does not belong. It will help her later when she leaves," she replied in a candied tone, making him wince in disgust.
"She's never leaving," he countered almost immediately, not even shocked at the veracity of the emotions with which he said that.
To any outsider, the scene that just played out would look like a third person had interrupted the conversation of a couple, was embarrassed at having done so, apologized and left.
Only, Sai was not any third person!
She was his wife.
He did not know what he hated the most, her apologizing for interrupting or the callous manner in which she so easily disconnected herself from him.
Was this the reason why his family were cheery these days? They no longer complained about Sai being rude. He realised that he would have to ask his mother. He was aware what his family was capable.
Had she let them taunt her?
The mere thought made his breath hitch.
But, she had not been like that in the room for they did have conversations. Or maybe she did, that's why, much to his displeasure, she did not stretch their conversations longer,saying that she had to study.
"Was it too late?" He would wonder for the rest of the night.
How was it guys. I wholeheartedly accept the chappals🤣
But I`m not as evil as I`d like to be, so, move on to the next post☺️
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