“It just feels like it,” she says with a shrug. “I don’t get the same vibe from you two.”
“Meaning?”
I am curious to know what vibe she used to get from us earlier.
“Meaning that you guys always had such heart eyes for each other at the beginning,” she says. “Now it seems like the love has fizzled out. Don’t take my words harshly; I am just concerned as your sister.”
I quirk an eyebrow. I don’t know what she is talking about. As far as I know, I look at Reyansh the same way I used to look at him before. And as far as everyone around me has told me, I don’t think the way he looks at me has changed either.
“There’s nothing like that,” I say, honestly. “I don’t think that we have changed that way. If anything, we love each other more. I won’t lie, there were issues—”
“Did he cheat?”
My eyes widen. What the hell?
“No,” I say, way louder than I should have. “No. He didn’t cheat. He doesn’t even look at any other woman other than me.”
“Then what happened?”
I bite my tongue, thinking about whether I should tell her or not. I don’t want her to talk shit about him. I can’t tolerate that, especially knowing the level of understanding she has and the filter she has on her mouth.
But she is family, and despite her bitchiness, I don’t think she has any bad intentions.
“We just got so busy with adulthood,” I start, careful of my words. “You know that we got married young, and obviously I wouldn’t trade that for the world, but we had our own ambitions, our own careers to make. We didn’t realize when our careers took more priority than each other. So, I proposed that we separate.”
Her eyes widen, and I now realize how shocking it sounds coming from my mouth. Even the twenty-one-year-old Aishawould be shocked that I tried to separate from the one person I couldn’t live without. There’s no better feeling than turning into a lover girl solely for one man.
“But isn’t that what you are not supposed to do? Didn’t you guys promise each other that despite everything, the love between you two won’t ever change?”
Her words are harsh, but I know she isn’t wrong. We did, and that is what hurt us the most.
“I know, but that is what hurts the most. But we made an effort to fix our relationship. That is the most important part—not letting each other go even when things get hard. I gave Reyansh time, and he made an effort to work on things that didn’t work out between us. It was enough to show me that he truly cared.”
She nods, and I hope she doesn’t ask me any more questions about it. I made up my mind after taking a lot of time, and it was really hard, as it is to put a stop to my overthinking. I don’t want her to trigger it into something bigger.
“That’s good. Just make sure he isn’t using you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Haven’t you seen the men of our society? They usually do this. They get an ego boost after doing this. Just make sure he is not love bombing you. If he has fixed the issues for sure, then that’s great. I just hope he doesn’t break your heart after making you trust him again.”
Her words make me guilty about telling her anything. Reyansh isn’t like the men we grew up around. Like the ones who take everything on their fragile ego. He isn’t one to break my heart after healing it in the first place.
But I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it.
“He isn’t like those men, Chhavi. He loves me truly. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have made efforts to stay and fix it.”
“I am going to ask a personal question, and I hope it is okay.”
I want her to shut up because she is pissing me off now. She is poking her nose where she isn’t welcomed.
She doesn’t even wait for me to refuse.
“Do you guys get intimate after you asked for a divorce?”
I glare at her. This is the same line she crossed the other day, and it only makes me mad that I said a word to her about our relationship problems.
“I knew it,” she says, getting whatever she wanted to know from the look on my face.
