Weary

She was looking like an attractive bottle from which luscious velvety cream was overflowing in that cream with yellow flowing in from the boarder edged with gold lace saree and delicious blouse . She looked very tastefully dressed. So fresh almost appetising. He on the other hand looked weary . Weary of all the tentacles which were reaching out of his past. He was not pleased that she was going out of the way for Shagun and told her so.But he was weary and his opposition didn't have the usual vigour.He just wanted her to be -- Khush-- if she was Khush it was alright with him. I just don't understand how Ishita could not see Raman's weariness and continue to look like a model for a creamy bar of soap. Surprising that she could not sense his pain and tiredness. An otherwise sensitive woman whose sixth sense always responded to the vagaries of his temperament could not detect that he was not his usual self. At that moment it seemed Shagun was her priority and not this man who meant so much to her. The turmoil in Raman's mind was not reaching Ishita's mind.Raman was willing it not to reach her.He was willing it to keep a distance just as he was planning to disassociate with her so his problems would not plague her in future. Once again Raman had become a tired man.

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