Meant To Be Married

ArunaI snuggled under the plush purple blanket. But my eyes remained open. A lone teat trickled down and disappeared in the soft white pillow. My back was towards Sumit. He was sleeping on the other side of the king-sized bed. A sliver distance separating us. I did not know whether he was awake or asleep neither did I want to know.

ArunaMy mood was sour. Courtesy to my dear husband. "Oye, don't feel down. That arsehole's brain is empty", Rashu tried to cheer me up. I sighed and poured milk in the saucepan to heat it.

ArunaI stilled when his soft lips locked with mine. But then I responded. My eyes closed. I kissed him back. It wasn't a desperate one but had a slow, languid pace. My palms rested flat on his chest. I could feel his heart, beating at a fast pace. Just like mine.

Aruna"Rohit, where the hell is your brother?" I gritted through clenched teeth.Tia had left to check a patient in the neighbourhood telling me to call her if I needed

SumitBlack dots marred my vision as every objected become a blurred image as I sat on the floor of the dimly lit washroom. I panted as I felt my whole body trembling. I was sweating profusely. My chest constricted as I tried to calm myself. It was a miracle that I had managed to come here to suffer silently without waking up Aruna. I prayed that the walls muffled my voice.