Raina~Here I am again starting at the moon, like a lost lover. I do not if I should feel happy or sad. Happy because my husband took my side and sad that he took my side because I am his wife. Nothing more nothing less. "Please stay" I begged and held his wrist without looking in his way. I let out a sigh of relief as he sat on the other side. Heavy silence lingered between us, I had so much to say but he was too angry to listen to me. He is too sad to understand me. "The moon is looking pretty today," I say and kept on gazing at the serene moon. "It has never looked ugly," he says with a deep sigh. Indeed moon has never looked ugly, even after having so many flaws, it still shines the brightest in the sky. "Why are we like this, Agastya? Why can't we just stay happy like normal people?" I asked, but I wanted something else. I wanted to ask, that why does not he trust me. Why does he get influenced by every damn thing? He did not speak a single word. Maybe he does not want to o
Raina~ My dad always used to say that a one must always understand and feel the gravity of things. Even the lightest things weigh more. But why does this white thin paper in my hands, between my fingers, which used to weigh more than anything feel lighter than a feather? Is this because my husband has killed all the gravity of this letter? By saying that I am nothing but a housewife who lives under the roof of her husband and her husband provides for her. That she has no say in the decision taken for her. I have always been interested in English literature since my teenage years. I wanted to be an English professor, I wanted to do my graduation and post-graduation from the Oxford University. But all my dreams got crushed because of my that one mistake. And now this. I randomly filled out the application form for the university and did not expect a bit that I would get into one of the most prestigious universities in the world. I was over the moon when I got this letter, because
Agastya~ I clicked my tongue as I read the name of Evans flashing on my wife's phone screen. He has been calling for the past fifteen minutes. What do you have with my wife Evans? I slid the green button and brought the phone closer to my ear "Raina, why are you not picking up my calls? Are you okay?" a low chuckle escaped from my lips. Concerned much. "Raina lives with her husband, hence you do not need to worry about her," I say in a monotone. I heard him sigh "Hi Agastya, how are you?" I rolled my eyes at his distant tone. "Why have you been calling my wife?" I ask, this time in a stern manner. He has to get this idea that I do not want him to talk to my wife. "Umm, I just wanted to ask, if she is okay?" I took a deep breath " Let me remind you one more time, Raina lives with her husband you do not have to worry about her. And not talking to you is her own decision after the stunt you pulled she wants to stay away from you as far as possible. And do not take her pity as someth
Raina~ "It is showing the location of upstairs," Nina says while frowning at her phone. "But upstairs is our room," I say. "Maybe, you did not check correctly and bothered me for nothing" she says, while rolling her eyes. "Well, I do not have any interest in bothering a whore for nothing". I bit my tongue and cursed myself for saying this. She looked at me for a second there was hurt flashed across her eyes but soon it disappeared. "Be careful, I might fuck your husband" she says and started climbing upon the stairs. I want to bang her head for saying this but I need her right now. She arrived ten minutes ago and said that the phone was in the house itself. If she finds the phone I will forever be grateful to her. "It is near your bed" she declared and kneeled down, there was no space under our bed. It is only drawers and nothing. "I already checked in the drawers, my phone is not there," I said and she ignored me. She pulled the first drawer and chuckled, I coughed as I saw th
Raina~ I wiped my tears but it did not help, because my eyes watered again and my cheeks got damp again. How can I say something this cruel to him? Why do you always bring out the worst in me Agastya? Why fucking why. God, he must be feeling awful, but he made me awful too. I sunk my face deeper into the pillow as I heard him approaching the bed. But he did not lay on it like usual, instead, I felt him walking away. Abd I waited, I waited for him to come back but he did not. My heart clenched painfully, does he not love me anymore? He was the one who said I must talk to him, that I should never ever keep things in my mind, and now he is doing the same. Why is not he asking me? I will tell him everything if he asks me. But he kept on distancing himself away from me. My body aches to be with him, my hands my lips everything does not feel mine anymore. It feels until like if he does touch me, I will live in an illusion. This is so fucked up and I am hurting. *** Day 3 Dear Diar
Raina~"What's with this behavior, Evans?" I ask, almost with sheer annoyance in my voice. He looked at me and then just sighed. "I am not obliged to answer you," he said and started to walk away. I hold his wrist, stopping him from walking away. I did not like the way he talked to me. "Yes, you are obliged to answer me. You were in fucking ladies' room, Evans. What if someone else would have found out? There is media out there, do not you care about your reputation, huh?" I ask and he just stares at me, his jaw clenching. He removed my hold away from his wrist "Why do you care? It is my reputation and it is none of your business" he gritted out. I gasped at the rude tone he just talked me with. Evans never talks to me like this. I am taken aback by his rude tone. "I am your friend" I stated with confidence but now it feels as if he does not consider me one. A low chuckle escaped from his mouth and it sounded painful. "Drop this act, Raina. I do not want your pity, I never asked
Raina~ Things are getting worse day by day between me and Agastya. Abd it is so depressing. We have not been on talking terms. Last night he did not come home and I did not call either I was worried all night, but I texted Nitin and asked if Agastya was safe. And he informed me that Agastya is performing a critical surgery, so he will not be coming home. But it is almost 6 in the evening today, he has been out for almost two days and the worst part is he has not called. He did not even text. Even though my ego is stopping me from calling my jerk of a husband, I pick up my phone from the nightstand and am about to dial but tossed my phone on the side as I hear someone climbing upon the stairs and I know that someone is. I took a quick glance at him and found him already staring at me. My breath hitched, he was looking at me as if he wanted to hug me tightly, but he did not make a move, and neither did I. I will not take the initiative every time, saving our relationship is his re
Raina~ I stopped dead in my tracks my eyes wide in shock as I saw the scene in front of me with aghast. My dad was sitting on the single sofa, and Trupti was sitting between Tara and Angelina, or whatever her name was. My sister who is in the initial stage of her pregnancy, whose tummy is still flat I guess, was blankly staring at the floor while her hand was on the shoulder of the heavily pregnant black-haired bimbo. It was a shocking scene for me because my sister was kind of consoling the woman whose husband was impregnated. "I think this is for the sin I had committed, that I won't even get to see my baby. This is what I deserve". She says and sobbed and my sister just let her cry on her shoulder. Tara was rolling her eyes, while my dad could not care less. "Yes, you deserved it, now there is no point in crying, you already broke a home, you should have thought before committing such a sin.I spoke in a loud and clear voice, grabbing everyone's attention toward me. "Raina--"