She let out a bitter chuckle, pulling herself another step backward. Away from him. "Mi kashala maaf karayala havay? Tu mala ka sorry mhantoys? Netra Tai la mhan. Tila khup tras zalay na mazyamule aani tila tras zala mhanje tula tras honarach. Nahi? Ja tu. Tichykade ja aani tila sorry mhan!"
He did not dare lift his gaze that stayed glued to her feet. Opening his fist, he slapped his hand against the wall, quietly but unwillingly swallowing her words.
He no longer had the right to refuse to stand getting linked to Netra. He himself had dragged her to the cliff of insecurities. He himself had made her climb on the mountain of false narratives.
He himself had made her feel that Netra was more important to him than her.
He himself had made her feel that… he would choose Netra over her because he had. Because he had chosen to trust Netra over her.
He had made a choice not to trust his wife and that choice had brought its repercussions along that he could not run away from.
"Mala jila sorry mhanaycha aahe… jichi maafi magaychi aahe… ti mazya samor ubhi aahe. Apurva, mala mahiti aahe… mala maaf karna tuzyasathi avghad aahe," he passed to look at her for a second and caught the familiar expression, "avghad mhanje difficult. Mhanun mi tula mala maaf kar nahi mhatla. Mala maaf karshil? he bollo."
"Nahi kela tar? Netra Tai kade jashil?" She raised a brow. "Ja na mag. Mi tech tar mhantey. Ka ithe time waste kartoy? Ja. Ja tu. Netra Taai kade ja. Paay bara zala mhanun kaay zala. Ti vaat baghat asel tuzi. Tila aavadto na tu. Tula hi tich aawadte na. Ja. Mast enjoy kar tichyasobat. Aata ya Apurva Vartak cha tumhala kadhihi… kadhihi tras honar nahi!"
"Apurva Vartak Kanitkar," he corrected in a faint voice that still held the needed determination that he had to convey. "Aani mala kon aawadte he tulahi changlach mahiti aahe." He finally let his gaze meet hers as he allowed her to hear his indirect confession.
The sincerity in his voice and the honesty in his eyes made a deep crack in the mask of indifference that she was wearing. For a long moment, she couldn't bring herself to look away.
I can never love someone like you.
You are a liar.
I am ashamed to have you as my wife.
Holding the cracked pieces of her mask together with the glue of hurt that his words had brought to her, she turned around.
He doesn't love you, Appu. He will never love you. She reminded herself before she forced her feet to take her away from him as fast as they could.
Defeated, he knew that he did not have a right to stop her. The most that he could do was urge and request her to give him a chance but if she wasn't willing to, he knew that he deserved what he was getting.
A sudden noise that filled Apurva's ears brought her feet to an instant halt. Fear gripped her heart as she struggled for a moment to look what has happened.
"Khadoos," she murmured in a daze when she turned around and caught him clutching his head with his one hand while the other one seemed to be searching for some support to hold on to. She watched him blinking numerous times and she knew what was happening. "Khadoos!" She yelled before the comb slipped out of her hand and rushed to him.
"Khadoos… Khadoos… are you okay?" She was quick to slip her hand around his shoulder to hold him. She glanced at the broken flower pot on the ground before looking back at him.
"I am….fine, Apurva. Don't… don't worry. It's just -"
"Migraine, I know," she completed his statement while taking a moment to pull herself together, "come with me." She intertwined their fingers before making him walk with her.
His vision was an absolute mess. The one that he had always hated. One of the things that he had been persistently whining about for the past one year had been his migraine. Headaches weren't bothersome but the aura sucked. It had been quite a while since he had a migraine attack last.
He had almost forgotten that migraine was that uninvited guest who would always visit him when it shouldn't but for a change, he silently thanked the guest who he absolutely loathed otherwise. Because it was because of him, she was standing beside him. And he couldn't be more ecstatic.
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Reading in pieces cannot make you feel what reading the whole story in a go might so ... gonna complete this and bring this to you with the hope that you wouldn't regret investing time in reading this. ❤️
PS: I'll add translations after I finish the whole thing. ⭐️
Edited by IAdoreYou - 3 years ago
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