"Sometimes I Get To The Point Of Frustration That I Just Become Silent"
I stood over Watching The Present Scene , I was Dumb , I was Helpless...My Pregnant Wife was mercilessly being made to wash utensils , A whole lot of them!
I gently stroked her hair,she turned..i made an apologising look with tears in my eyes..it was for real..i was crying..sanskaar maheshwari was crying..my wife smiled feebly..she was helpless so was i..
I ran as fast i could...couldn't stop till i reached a local bar..i popped in 2-3 bottles of desi whisky..drank it with lot of thirst...,revealing an intoxicated,frustrated, weak look..i ran back home...
My wife had already finished and sported a simple rest making herself ready for what was next..i banged the door open limping towards my bedroom..where she was asleep..i got lost in her innocence ...
I came back to reality..i stumped my foot and faked a cough..she woke up looking scared...i felt she understood the upcoming.. Yes! She did!
She kept weeping No"! No"! Sanskaar"! You won't Do it "! Please"! ...i picked her up
She kept protesting.. I was deaf today..i had controlled enough.. This could be the end..
I ran towards her house with my wife shouting...
I Love You Swara"! I calmed her ...
She dozed peacefully...i kept running..
I pecked her lips , she smiled...
I know you won't make a mistake...she whispered..
I smiled"...
hey guys! this is Esha again...was inactive a bit ...this story is very close to my heart <3...i've penned down the prologue..please give your reviews..there's lot in store :) ..