Eyes speak most than mouth.

Ch-37

Rahul stood in front of the hospital door as he gazed at his wife. He was worried when he saw her standing near the window… but when he saw her walking to the chair and sat there. He was relieved.

He wanted to go forward and hand her the food. But as if a cast spelled on him, he stood rooted in his place doing nothing but watching her. Her every expression. She looked beautiful like an angel. But now… she looked like a fallen angel.

Rahul's Pov…

I saw her standing near the window watching the rain. I know she loves rain and the way she depicts the concept of rain is unique too. She depicts the concept of rain based on her mood. How adorable.

I wanted to go over and hug her from the back saying to her I am back and I will take care of her. But I know I have no right.

How could I fail to notice that my mom turned into a devil? No matter how bad her first two months were… she never showed it on her face during our face-off time. But in the third month, due to my mother's petty tricks, we both got played.

I wanted to love her like the only woman in the world, treat her like a queen, pamper her like a princess, spoil her like a kid. But everything shattered in a blink of an eye. What have I done to her?

I saw tears rolling down her eyes, every tear that rolled down her cheeks turned into a poison that directly poisoned my hurt heart, making it unable for me to take it.

Yet… she never complained. Yet… she never said a single thing. Yet… she didn't blame anyone. Yet…. she blamed herself. There were a lot of yets.

I felt like someone was stabbing my heart mercilessly as I stared at her. 'Can I get you back?' I badly want to ask her. But I have no guts. Where is my conscience?

"Eswara, Help me out of this hell," I heard her pray. Her voice doesn't hold any life or her usual playfulness. She was broken. No… Not broken… she was beyond broken. And it's all because of me.

Despite the fact that I am not directly involved… I am involved indirectly. I should have called mom or dad to know the situation in the house. I should have atleast called her younger brother, Abhinav. But I did nothing. I just let my mother take care of her.

And indeed… It's hell. If not hell what it was?

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Laya's POV:

I just stared as the raindrops slapped the glass windows and how they slid down them.

I don't know why but I felt that… the rain wanted to show their superiority to the glass windows but when they didn't budge… the rain dropped and tried to beat up their enemy in my opinion… that is glass. But Glass didn't budge; instead it stood strong despite the attack of countless raindrops. The glass broke the tiny raindrop into ridiculously small drops.

After a war, the bodies of the soldiers were moved into the piles before they were swept away. Similarly, all the dead raindrops were thrown out of the glass windows face just like that.

I wanted to laugh at my ridiculous imagination, but I am in no position to laugh.

All I could think was running away. I can't bear this anymore. I would die from hunger beatings from my mother-in-law and even her frequent attacks from her.

Í got up from my chair and turned around as I got ready to move to the bed. There I saw my so-called husband came for me and stood there. Indeed he was handsome… but I lost the sparks that started inside me. The fluttering that occurs in my stomach whenever I see him, stopped just like that. My heart no longer races in his presence, my stomach wouldn't do somersaults in his presence. I became numb and just decided to let go of him in this life. How can someone love me?

That's a joke.

I walked back to the bed and decided to rest. But I want a phone. I tried to search for my phone only to realize that it was in my… oops it was in our room.

Sigh…

As if he sensed my need, he gave me his phone. But I didn't dare to take it. I just laid down and tried to sleep.

But he woke me up and asked me to eat. I don't know what they wanted to do to me? I didn't dare to eat it. Who knows if he added poison in it or not.

I better not eat it. I will just ask the nurse to answer.