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Table of Contents:Prologue - this post
Chapter 1 + 2 - Page 3
Chapter 3 + 4 + 5 - Page 5
Chapter 6 + 7 - Page 6
Chapter 8 - Page 8
Chapter 9 + 10 - Page 9
Chapter 11 + 12 + 13 - Page 11
Chapter 14 - Page 12
Chapter 15 + 16 + 17 - Page 13
Chapter 18 - Page 15
Chapter 19 - Page 16
Chapter 20 - Page 17
Chapter 21 - Page 19
Chapter 22 - Page 21
Chapter 23 - Page 23
Chapter 24 + 25 - Page 24
Chapter 26 + 27 - Page 25
Chapter 28 - Page 26
Chapter 29 - 31 - Page 27
Chapter 32 + 33 - Page 28
Chapter 34 - 36 - Page 29
Chapter 37 - 39 - Page 30
Chapter 40 - Page 32
My husband of two years comes home late at night. We hardly speak now. Our marriage is falling apart.
Ever since I had a miscarriage, he hasn't been speaking to me. The doctor told me my chances of being able to conceive were very low... our sex life has been suffering too.
Randhir and I had a love marriage... but the same passion we once had for each other was now disappearing. It was like we were never really in love. We had turned into those boring couples that we had sworn to never turn into.
What made it worse was that he didn't seem to be interested in fixing our relationship... it was like he didn't love me anymore - perhaps he didn't even care.
There is this girl... a girl who I know he talks to a lot. Ragini. She works at his office - and I know they've been working late together. I want to trust Randhir, I really do, but when I see him smiling and texting her, when I know he spends more time with her than he even spends thinking about me, how could I not suspect him?
Most nights, as I feel the empty space on the bed beside mine, I wonder... Randhir where are you? Why aren't you here with me? Where has our love gone?
Even on the nights that he comes home and sleeps next to me, I feel the same way. It feels like I'm sleeping next to a stranger, and not the Randhir I knew.
The Randhir I knew was my Randhir, who would spend every waking moment of everyday, trying to make me smile. He would kiss me, make me feel loved. All I feel now, is alone.
The man sleeping next to me was not my Randhir.
Can we make this marriage work? Can we revive that old spark? Is it possible for us to learn to love again? Or is our relationship broken beyond repair?
Perhaps there is still hope, there is still a reason to bring warmth into this cold relationship. Maybe we can fall in love again... or maybe I'm just hoping for too much.
Sincerely,
Sanyukta Randhir Singh Shekhawat
Title is inspired by the song 'Just Give me a Reason' by Pink
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