One evening
when Rohan arrived home from work, exhausted and famished, he realized that
Amisha hadn’t made anything for dinner. He blew his top when he saw her lying
on the bed, vacantly staring at the ceiling, lost deep in her thoughts. She
looked disheveled and haggard. Previously she used to take trouble to look
presentable for him, when he returned from work. Nowadays, she had just given
up on everything.
“So you didn’t get time to cook
meals today?” he enquired irritably. She just stared vacantly at him, which
incensed him further. “Amisha, I am asking you something. Please reply!”
She turned to her side and
muttered, “I am not well.”
“I can’t see anything wrong
with you. These days, you have become very lazy. What’s the matter?” he asked.
“You should know better,” she
said caustically.
He sat down next to her and
forced her to sit up, by physically lifting her. “Come on, explain! I hate you
for talking in riddles. Please be frank and let me know what’s bothering you.
Maybe I could help you. But if you keep going on like this, I don’t know what
could be our future!”
“Our future!” she grimaced and
said, “Yours is surely bright and mine is dark as hell!”
Amazed, he looked at her, as if
he was seeing her for the first time in his life. She had never talked so
cryptically to him before. She had always been pleasing and well-mannered.
Gently, he asked her to get ready.
“Come, I’ll take you out for dinner today. Will you wear that pink sari, which
is a favorite of mine? Yes, and also your lovely smile!”
Amisha visibly brightened and
started getting ready. Rohan had decided to get to the bottom of the matter
that night. He couldn’t bear to see his wife so unhappy and depressed. Maybe he
was at fault, as he had become a workaholic and hardly spent time with her.
He went to freshen up. Just then,
Amisha heard the buzz of his cell-phone, indicating that he had received a
message. It was from Samaira. “Hi dear, long time, no see?” it read. Amisha
deleted it.
She scrolled through his calls
received and saw 10 calls from Samaira. She was furious, but decided to
confront Rohan after dinner. She didn’t want to miss the opportunity of
spending some precious time with her husband.
Rohan drove her to a swanky
restaurant with a Greek theme. Playful cupids and beautiful cherubic angels
were carved on the marble columns of the dining hall. Soft music played through
the music system as the steward politely ushered them to a corner table. Rohan
looked very sauve in his smart attire of neatly pressed blue shirt and black
trousers. Amisha looked presentable in her soft-pink sari with pearl
accessories. She had left her hair loose, brushed to one side. The elegant nape
of her neck enhanced the even features of her face. The soft lights played
magic on her, and she appeared enticing and alluring to Rohan.
The copyright of this novel is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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