Chapter 24: 25. LOVE DRUNK.

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─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Jyoti's pov :

"Fuck you" I shouted.

"I-I just wanted to ask you out and since you were busy I was concerned......"

"Stop irritating me, I'm at the office and I won't attend today's dinner date"

"But why, I mean-"

"I'm just tired and I need rest"

"I told you right, not to overwork yourself ? Why don't you understa--" the owner of the voice spoke.

"YOU are NO ONE to tell me what I should do and what not, stop bothering me, first of all it's completely my wish what I will do and secondly I'm not at house anymore, so stop calling me out of no reason, I've got a meeting to attend, I'm hanging up"

I hung up on Nakul before settling down on my seat. How can a person be this clingy and clumsy. I mean, how? It's because of him I got late on the very first day of my office just because he spilt an entire bowl of soup on my clothes. I'm seriously annoyed by him and I've got no wishes to go on any dates with him.

Flashback to morning,

Jyoti pov :

I woke up groaning with a severe headache. The bright scorch sun rays hitting my face forced me to open my eyes . I saw Nakul sleeping adorably on the couch while hugging his knees. I felt sad and wanted to cover him with a duvet but I headed off towards the bathroom unbothered.

After returning I made breakfast for him and when I saw him coming down stairs I indicated to him to serve the breakfast while I went up to pick my file that I had left in the cabinet. He nodded and showed me a thumbs up.

After I picked my file , I went down again and sat down as he started serving me.

"Neend kaisi gyi?" I asked

(How was your sleep?)

"good, don't worry about me, I'm fine"

"I'm not worrying, just asking"

He smiled but the very next second his smile faded away when the bowl of hot soup fell on to Jyoti's clothes and a loud sound of slap echoed through the room.

She slapped him hard and stood up from the table,before heading upstairs changing her clothes and heading off to her office, 20 mins late on the first day.

Flashback ends.

Back to Jyoti pov :

Now here I am stuck with him. I can't even make him understand the fact that I don't have feelings for him. I was forced into this marriage. I respect him as my husband but what bothers me is his clumsiness. What will he do when I leave him? Stupid ass. I shouldn't have slapped him like that, poor him.

Shit, shit why am I worrying about him, focus Jyoti focus. I mentally slapped myself and started working on a project to divert myself from his thoughts.

Strange isn't it? How I'm always bothered by his little actions when I'm not even emotionally attached to him.

I don't know either, if I really am.

- ໒꒱ ‧₊˚Nakul pov :

I returned home at night with a bouquet of roses and an apology letter for this morning. I opened the door to find Jyoti sitting on the couch with a book open on her ipad.

She's working perhaps I thought to myself, as I kept my bag on the table and opened my shoes.

I handed her the bouquet with a small apology letter , and approaching her with a smile I asked her, "are you free tomorrow?"

"I am, but of course not for spending my time going on some stupid date I'd rather enjoy Netflix from home" she retorted

"okay, it's fine, but won't you sleep? It's already 11:56, you should sleep instead of staying up and working

"can you please? Stop pestering me? Oil your own machine" she said coldly before heading upstairs.

Probably she's busy or stressed out I thought to myself as I let out a groan and wished to spend time with her. I switched off the lights and hugged my knees adjusting my ass on the couch, tightly shutting my eyes.

Time skips to the next morning :

Nakul pov :

I woke up in the morning and went for jogging since it was too early and I had lots of time left for the office. Despite me being a CEO, I preferred being punctual on time rather than lavishly spending my time. While jogging around the nearby park, I fetched some freshly plucked dandelions from the field.

They looked so pretty that I couldn't resist myself from making a tiara out of it wishing to tie it on Jyoti's head when I get home.

I headed off home soon and entered the kitchen to find no one around, except for a bowl kept on the table. I thought she might be around somewhere in the garden but to my dismay, she wasn't there. I went upstairs to check if she was there inside the bedroom or not.

I called out, "Jyoti, Jyoti Singhania are you there? Please answer me".

I didn't receive any response when I found the door was locked from outside. I bolted the door open in an instant , and checked the bathroom. I was utterly disappointed and lost in my thoughts, when the dustbin caught my eyes.

Inside the dustbin lay the bouquet of red rose that I had brought her yesterday with my note crumbled and half torn into pieces.

My heart sank and I tried blinking away the tears from my eyes. I couldn't help as tears welled up in my eyes and I sat down. I'm a very emotional and sensitive man when it comes to my loved ones.

I loved her so deeply, since the day I met her in school. We both were in the same school and I always liked her since childhood, but due to my introvert nature I couldn't confess my feelings .

When my dad showed her picture to me I instantly recognized her and without thinking about the outcome I agreed to our secret marriage, which is nothing but a contract.

A wave of sadness washed over me as I felt helpless looking at the bouquet lying in the dustbin.

Why does she always have to ruin my efforts? Why does she never care about my feelings?I'm a human too, I have feelings too.

I recalled each and every word of hers. Her words pierced through me like shards of glass, each one a painful reminder of my shortcomings.

I tried to hold back my tears, but they betrayed me, streaming down my cheeks as I grappled with the hurtful truth . In that moment, I felt small and insignificant, the foundation of our love crumbling beneath the weight of her disdain.

Nakul's shoulders tremble as silent sobs wrack his body, tears streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall of emotions. His face contorted with anguish, eyes tightly shut against the pain he couldn't articulate. He slowly left the room before tearing apart the flower tiara that he made for her throwing it inside the dustbin.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A girl was seated inside her cabin , on her comfortable chair chewing a pen in her mouth,while gazing at the rain pouring down on her window.

──★ ˙ ̟ Jyoti pov :

Six inches are too good, until you can't feel your legs the next day!

Yah, I'm talking about heels. My feet hurt so much and I'm not even able to walk properly. Plus, ever since the piece of mirror broke in my bedroom nothing but concern had filled my mind. I thought of going home early today but perhaps this weather won't spare me. I walked out of my cabin before bowing to my boss and heading off to the car for reaching home safely.

I gazed at the windshield beside me on which rain had started pouring down obscuring the world outside, while creating a symphony of splashes as it hit the pavement.

I watched people hurrying along the sidewalks, huddled under umbrellas or seeking refuge in doors.

The air filled with the fresh scent of rain, mingling with the urban smells of damp concrete made a smile appear on my face as soon as the smell hit my nose. Despite the chaos, there's a certain beauty in the way the rain transforms the familiar landscape, turning it into a glistening, otherworldly scene, a beauty which I might fail to express in words.

I plucked in my airpods enjoying the weather with Olivia's songs on repeat. Finally, I got out of my car with my umbrella as I reached home and quickly changed into my fresh clothes, sitting down on the couch waiting for Nakul to arrive.

Turning on the TV I grabbed a hot mug of coffee as I sat with my laptop designing the ideas of our company's new project. As the show unfolded, I found myself growing more impatient for him to arrive and watch the series with me.

After all, ek romantic movie kon akela dekhta hae?

(After all who watches a romantic movie alone?)

I kept on waiting and waiting which felt like an eternity and finally the moment when I was about doze off to sleep , I heard a sudden distinct knock on the door.

She leapt from her seat trying to unlock the door, when Nakul entered from the door with the help of Shivam.

He stumbled through the doorway , his speech slurred and his steps unsteady. His clothes were disheveled and his eyes fixated upon her, as a thick cloud of alcoholic smell clung to him.

"Are you drunk ? " I managed to say while staring at how Shivam made him walk in.

I did not receive a reply and grew furious, "Answer me . Are you drunk ?freaking drunk? "

"I... I aM" He managed to laugh and answer but deep down only he knew how much pain he hid inside his heart.

"And how big is this work you've done, that you're shamelessly agreeing that you're drunk. ? " She pointed at her drunk husband asking Shivam, .....

"do i have to handle him? " I snapped.

Shivam answered sternly, "isn't that obvious? He's your husband-"

"I understand but-"

"Leave him bhaiya, she's no one , no one to me " He spoke almost breaking down.

"Stop taking nonsense, I think you're talking too much Mr Singhania" I snapped furiously.

"I know, it's always me who is wrong everywhere, who talks nonsense , who annoys you , but tell me then why did you choose a person like me who's filled with flaws.? "

"You-" I headed towards him.

"You spoilt everything Jyoti, every single fvcking thing" Shivam told me.

"Do i really have to handle him? It's not possible for me-" I uttered.

"It'll never be. He's your husband for God's sake" Shivam retorted.

"But we're just couples in front on the world, it's just a paper that holds our bond, a fvcking contract because of which I'm forced of tolerating him. I don't like him. He's too childish. I don't even like his presence around me-" I spilled the truth out unknowingly.

"What are you huh? You don't deserve to be a wife. You have no idea of judging someone before knowing the complete truth. You don't! You don't have the right to disown a person who's crazily in love with you since their high school " Shivam blurted out.

He steadily walked out furiously murmuring, " Let him sleep here, don't show your fake concern, for God's sake don't ruin his life. "

And the moment he left I knew I fvcked up, I fvcked up so bad....

Does he really love me that much?

But from when? And why didn't he ever tell me?

Suddenly it started to hit me about how rudely I treated him even before marriage. I always refused for dates and clearly set up a whole contract to divorce him after a span of 6 damn months. How can I be this cruel?

I wanted to kick the air and I couldn't but feel helpless as I saw Nakul lying on the couch , busy murmuring something to himself.

I went over to him and touched his tear stained cheek with my palm, evidently regretting my decision.

As I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in my embrace, he pushed me apart harshly saying,

"oH mOhTaRmA, mae shAAdi shUda hOoN, "

How can a man be this much?

"Look at me, look at me Nakul it's me, it's Jyoti" I held him by his waist, something which he should have been doing.

"I aM nOt lOoking aT aNyone oThEr than mY pReTty wIfeY, move "

He shouted and pushed me aside when I felt my cheeks burning red, due to the compliment he gave me.

At last I pulled the duvet over him and sat down below the couch on the floor caressing his hair .

As night passed by, I stayed awake unable to sleep and as the sun finally woke shining above my head I packed his lunch that I had made by my hands.

I might not be a good cook, but the least I can try is being a better wife.

time skip to next day morning, :

At office : ―✦

— ⋆ ˚｡°✩  Nakul's pov :

"Look who's here? I'm not dreaming right? " I passed her a glance.

"I... I came to give you the lunch since you didn't take it in the morning"

She slowly whispered.

"And what for ? " I asked twitching my eyebrows.

"As an apology" She raised her head and looked straight into my eyes.

She walked close to me and held my hands tightly as a tear strain left her eyes.

"I'm sorry" Jyoti uttered .

"It doesn't seem so Mrs Singhania. All these days i kept wandering like a lost puppy around you because I believed you wouldn't treat me how others did, but I was wrong as always. What did you do? Except for hurting my feelings? "

My voice strained with emotion as her eyes locked with mine.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Nakul, please, I.... I was just tired and I blurted out whatever came in my mouth stupidly. "

Her eyes betrayed a mixture of guilt and regret , as she struggled to find right words in response to my question.

"But I heard many things last night which made me think of how cruel I became in these years. I heard you lo...loved me since highschool.

Is it true?

Did you love me ? tell me honestly Nakul" She looked into my eyes.

"And what will you do with the I information?  You shouldn't be bothered about me Or my feelings, besides I respect your decision, I'll surely divorce you after 6 months. "

I calmly spoke in between taking a sip from my coffee staring at Jyoti's blank face unbothered.

"I really didn't, I never wanted to hurt you. It was the hate inside me that burned my inner turmoil forcing me to hate you. Trust me i never wanted this marriage, I was clearly forced by my father for the sake of his damn company. But that doesn't mean I'm unhappy with this new journey of my life. I never hated this marriage no matter how I reacted, it was the emotions that took over me and made me hate you for a thing you never did"

She concluded.

I felt the urge to wipe her tears and kiss her whole face but I restrained myself from showing sympathy. I'll treat her the way she used to treat me before.

I thought to myself as a hint of pain washed over me and without hearing her final words I spoke nonchalantly,

"I don't think I've got time to talk so much early during office hours. "

"Look... I just wanted to apologize, and nothing and about feelings, I know I'm not a person who can understand feelings so deeply but as far as I have realised, even if not a good daughter, I'll try being a perfect wife"

She left the cabin with her final words making me stare at her horrifically shocked.

"Ye konsi mohtarma hae, ek pal juta marti hae, to dusre pal gale laga leti hae, inse pyaar na karna mere liye to asambav hae,

Inse pyaar na karna jeeke bhi marne ki tarah hae, "

(Who is this woman, today she slaps me tomorrow she hugs me. My life is incomplete without loving her.

Not loving her is like dying )

I blushed as I felt a course pf adrenaline rushing through my veins as my mind replayed her words, each time making me drool more over what an artwork she is. An artwork made by God's themselves.

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