“Girl,” she deadpans me. “Are you for real? Your husband. Who else?”
I roll my eyes. “Soon to be ex-husband.”
She chokes on her drink and I shake my head.
“Are you okay?” I ask once she is done with her coughing fit
“I am fine-tastic,” she says wiping her mouth with a tissue. “Areyouokay? I thought you were just joking with the divorce thing.”
“Why would I joke about that?”
I look at her and sigh. “It makes sense if I divorce him.”
“Why? Don’t you love him? And he loves you too, right?”
Love. A word that used to define my entire being once upon a time. Now feels like a distant emotion. Something I cannot relate with.
Do I still love him?
Yes. And that is what hurts the most. The fact that I can’t stop loving him despite how much he has hurt me.
Despite how much we have hurt each other.
But does he still love me? I don’t know
I am not sure and even if he does, is love enough to sustain our dooming relationship?
I think not.
“You know the answer to that, Sasha,” I gulp down the tears blocking my throat. “But it’s not enough.”
Our conversation is cut short as Aarav makes his way to me and I see Reyansh behind him, staring at me with those eyes that make everything so difficult for me.
“Bhabhi,” he says. “It’s time to cut the cake.”
I drop my glass on the table next to me and walk after him, all ready for this night to end.
It’s been long and I need to talk to Reyansh soon before I change my mind.
As everyone gathers around me while I blow out the candles to cut the cake, I remind myself that this happiness is temporary.
Because it is so easy to get swayed by emotions.
I cut a small slice of the cake and turn to feed it to my husband who is looking at me with so much tenderness it could melt anyone’s heart.
He feeds it to me before leaning down to press a kiss on my cheek but I awkwardly move my face away.
Not because I am scared of his touch. God knows I have craved it for so long. But because I know that if I give in this time, I won’t be able to move away.
My stomach dips as I look at the hurt look on his face. One that he covers with a small smile.
All we do is hurt each other then why isn’t he the one letting me go first?
Maybe then I won’t feel so guilty.
“Aisha,” he whispers in my ear as Aarav and Saisha move to plate the cake. “What did you wish for?”
He asks and I look at him, contemplating whether to tell him this now.
