“You aren’t mad or hurt by what I said to you? I had a bit of an overreaction to your words, but whenever you say stuff like that, whenever you question my feelings? It makes me think you are going to leave me.”
“Don’t you want me to leave you? Isn’t that why you wanted a divorce?”
She stays quiet to my questions, but her silence speaks volumes. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it out loud, I know that she doesn’t want me to leave her.
She wants me the same way I want her. Like the air we breathe.
“But no, I am not mad or hurt,” I say.
“For sure?”
I smile, leaning down to kiss her cheek, and she closes her eyes.
“For sure. I know what you said was in anger, but I also know it was true. If we ever separated, even though it will never happen, I know it will be because we failed to protect something that was so sacred for the both of us.”
She turns towards me, burying her face in my chest as my words get heavy.
“I am tired,” she says, and I can simply understand the underlying meaning of her words.
Because I am too. Tired of us fighting. Tired of us having so many complications. I miss the time when we could exist, but I wouldn’t put in so much effort for someone other than her.
She makes everything worth it. The fight, the chase, the tiredness. Everything.
“I know,meri jaan,” I press a kiss to her head. “Sleep. I have got you.”
And I mean it. I have got her for the rest of our lives.
Till death do us part.
* * *
“You are making it wrong,” I hearMaasay, and both I and Mom sit on the dinner table watching the comedic scene unfold infront of our eyes.
Aisha insisted on making breakfast today, andMaasaid she wanted to see if she knew how to cook.
I think she just wanted an excuse to talk to her, but who am I to stop them?
“I think this is exactly how aparathais made,” Aisha counters back, annoyance filling her voice, and I bite my lip to control my smile.
“I think you are wrong,” she adds even though she isn’t.
“When do you not think I am wrong?”
“True.”
“If you’re such a pro, then you make it.”
“Move.”
Thankfully, Chhavi isn’t awake yet, which is why they’re able to work this way, calmly and without any fights. I mean, this is a normal conversation between them.
“Aisha,” I say. “We have the dinner scheduled for tomorrow.”
“What dinner?” Chhavi the devil asks as she comes out of her room.
“Work,” I simply reply.
“But I wanted to have a day of fun with my sister,” she says with a dramatic pout.
