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VIHAAN SURYAWANSHI

And then she walked away. My wife didn't turn to look at me, nor did she realise the pain she gave me again. She just walked away as if I was nothing but a mare stone in her way. My wife was here for twenty four hours, converting every little particle of the air in my room to smell like her.

I dropped my suit jacket on the bed, followed by my waistcoat and unbuttoned my sleeves rolling up revealing my arms as I walked towards the side of the table. The book, the rule book looking at me as I picked it up.

Aavya collected every little thing she had in our room before she walked out, promising that she would never be back. Her eyes had no ounce of regret. She made me step into the warzone, pretending she’ll fight with me and no matter who wins—I shall win. I had a belief, a trust that no matter what I’ll make this marriage a success for us.