Chapter 1
…Kiara
Late.
Again.
For the sixth time , Harsh was late for our daily dinner.
Harsh and I have been married for a month.
Nothing too special, just a marriage of convenience between two families.
We met a couple of times before marriage, talked , exchanged our views and expectations from the marriage,everything went smoothly, until it didn’t.
I prepared his favorite dishes thinking we could talk over dinner, but alas he didn’t even bother to answer my calls when I specifically asked him to come early tonight.
If he didn’t want to put any effort into the marriage , why should I.
It’s not like I’m dying for his attention.
We practically are strangers and it will continue until he makes the first move, cause I’m done with this nonsense.
Marriage is a two way road, if he isn’t willing, no matter what I do it won’t work.
So yeah, now I’m going to live my life to the fullest.
So I ate my portion of dinner, I didn’t want to sleep on an empty stomach because a jerk stood me up.
But that jerk is your husband.my mind chirped
I packed the remaining food into an insulated container and stuck a post- it note on it.
Carrying the message:don’t waste food.and reheat it before eating.
I went to the bed alone,thinking about what to do next.
Mind filled with racing thoughts, emotions at their peak.
Fear, excitement, anxiety and most of all the sense of freedom that comes when you put yourself before anyone.
Even if it’s your husband.
No one should be as important as yourself. only if you are happy, then only you can be with someone.
Soon sleep engulfs me, taking me to my dreamland where I’m not restricted by anyone not even me.
But somewhere deep in my sleep, I could feel a strong arm enveloping me into warmth.
I stiffened due to the sudden intrusion, but his velvety voice strained with tiredness and his signature scent of sandalwood and cinnamon mixed with something unique about him reassures me.
That it’s him.
My husband, who has not been home for three days.
Some may argue it’s not a big deal for the CEO of one of the biggest jewelry stores to leave home for days for work.
But the thing is , he is not the CEO for me, just a husband who vowed to cherish, respect,protect m, care and love me.
But if he didn’t have the basic courtesy to at least send me a text regarding his departure why should I lean into his touch.
So that’s what I did. I gently removed his hand from my waist ,moved to the other side of bed without disturbing his sleep.
Harsh has always been a heavy sleeper, his busy schedule didn’t give him much time for rest.
When I faced him , I was awestruck, again at how devilishly handsome he looked.
Dark raven hair, appearing smoother than silk slightly damp indicating that he took a shower,
Long thick eyelashes that every girl would kill to have,
Muscular yet lean like that of an athlete trained for years.
I still remember how shocked I was to see him in person for the first time, all those magazine covers didn’t do justice for him.
If he was not into business, he could easily opt for modeling.
But that’s when the old saying comes ,
“Don’t judge a book by its cover “
He was polite, respectful, sometimes coming off too cold.
He lacked the warmth which I wished for in my husband.
I thought he too had some expectations , which obviously couldn’t met by me, after all we are only humans.
But I hoped to start our relationship as friends if not lovers.
He seemed interested at first by my offer.
And I even believed at one point we developed a mutual understanding of each other, but it seems that all of it was a ruse to marry a girl quickly so that his time wouldn’t be wasted.
I fell for his charm once, blame on my weak heart,
Fall for him twice, blame on my mind.
And I would die before falling or feeling anything for him again.
I thought I could melt his cold demure if I was patient enough, but every thing comes with an expiration date.
And so does my conviction to befriend him.
Looking back, he never initiated any conversation, never contacted me first, never informed me about his work trips,if he doesn’t give a shit about our marriage so do I.
I was always the good girl, perfect daughter, diligent student, hardworking doctor, listening and following every damm thing they said.
Now I’m done with all their bullshit., it’s time to allow myself to be free from the continuous need to prove myself.
