Since it was my last day of vacation, I took full advantage of it. I spent my whole day binging in the local restaurants and playing on the beach with strangers and their kids. I even did scuba diving and rode the jet boat along with parasailing.

I would have said that overall my vacation was awesome, but there was someone who was sulking from the morning. He came with me to the beach and followed me wherever I went, but he didn't utter a single word.

I would have ignored him if he wasn't spoiling my mood too. I told him to be in his room and he just shot me a murderous glare. That was the only time I conversed with him and let him be for the rest of the day.

Everything was going fine, but there was a small doubt which was bugging me since I woke up. I remembered playing yesterday and not returning to the hotel, so when I found myself in my bed, I was confused; even my clothes weren't the same which I had wore while going outside.

And when I went to ask Yuvaan if he brought me back to my room, he blew off on me and started yelling that I should stop bothering him. As I had gotten a hang of his mood swings, I didn't get in an argument and decided to have fun by myself.

But a few minutes after I left, I noticed him following me and shooting daggers at me like he always did. When I got back to the resort to relax, he threw me an annoyed glance and retired to his room. I ignored him and spend the rest of my time happily.

In the flight, I took a window seat but my eyes kept drifting off to him. He was sitting two seats away and glaring at the old man beside me. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to judge his behaviour and he caught my stare.

I looked away and once we landed back in India, I took a breath of relief. No matter how much I liked traveling overseas, returning back to my country felt really good. I sat in the car beside Yuvaan who shifted away when I accidentally touched his arm.

Throughout the ride, he kept his mouth shut and I kept staring at him; he was acting weird, he always did, but I felt something was off this time. Earlier, if he was frustrated with me, he would shout or curse or disrespect me, but he was acting completely different.

"Aren't you staring too much?" he accused when he saw me looking at him with curious eyes.

"My will." I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes and slumped more in his seat. He kept checking his phone, and I saw some texts from his best friends. He shut the phone close and let out a huge breath.

"What will you do after the divorce?" he questioned in a low voice.

I raised my eyebrows. "That's none of your concern."

"You don't remember anything?" he queried.

"What am I supposed to remember?"

He glanced at me for a second and then went back to look out of the window. I was going to ask him again but stopped myself in time. I reminded myself to not get involved with him because the outcome was always bad.

But before I dismissed his topic, I glimpsed at his reflection in the window and was kind of surprised to see a sad frown on his face. My mind kept telling me to ask him, but I shut it up and focused on the outside scenery.

Shruti Aunty hugged me when we reached Yuvaan's house and completely ignored her brooding son after looking at him one time. Shaurya, Advait and Heena were also there, and all of them were in a happy mood.

I was expecting some kind of drama, but I was glad to know that Shruti Aunty was helping me with everything. She sent me to my room after lunch and told me to take my time. There was no need to rush things and I could stay for some days if I wanted before I left.

She showed me the divorce papers and informed that all the procedures were done. I only had to sign on the documents and she handed me my certificates and other important stuff which Yuvaan had confiscated.

She apologized and promised me that I wouldn't have to worry about anything. I thanked her and retired to my room. I was tired from traveling, but I wasn't able to sleep. So, I decided to watch some TV before reviewing my resume.

Getting a job was my top priority as I wouldn't be going back to my home after leaving from here. I borrowed Heena's laptop and began checking my documents and making sure if anything was missing or not.

I sighed in relief and began my work. There was nothing much to change, so I began applying for jobs in architecture companies. I filled up the form but got confused when the 'Marital status' section came up. There were four options and I wasn't fitting in any of those.

What was my status? Married? Soon to be a divorcee? Not marrying ever again? Married by fraud?

I pursed my lips and saved the form under drafts. After browsing through the latest designs and brushing up on my studies, I laid down on my bed and waited for sleep to take over. My hand searched for something to grab, but when I found nothing, I retreated it and put it over my stomach.

I still hadn't gotten over my habit even after so many years. If Arman saw me sleeping like this, he would give me a long ass lecture and tell me to grow up. I usually made him sleep by my side forcefully and held his hand.

When he was small, he wouldn't mind and say that he was there to protect me, but as he grew up, he found it absurd and told me that I should stop calling him every time I had trouble sleeping. I didn't realize when my baby brother grew up whereas I was still stuck in the old memories.

It was hard at first, but I got used to it. I called my friends for a sleepover a lot so I didn't feel loneliness creeping up the second I was left alone. Asking my parents for help was an absolute 'no'. According to them, I had a lot of issues and they were already tired of running behind me when they could focus on making more money.

We weren't rich form the start as everyone thinks; I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. We were a lower middle class family and only became rich when my father met some men who helped him to make his dream of a successful business become a reality.

For him it was heaven, but for me it was nothing less than hell. If I didn't have Arman with me, I wouldn't have survived.

Aru... I am coming back. We will live together and have a lot of fun just like old days.

I didn't notice when I fell asleep and woke up to observe the sun rising up from my window. I checked the time in the wall clock: 7:01am. I freshened up and exited my room. I observed my surroundings as I walked towards the dining room and everything was dark.

I reached the kitchen and saw Grace preparing breakfast in silence. She looked really weak and her movements were slow too. I told her to relax and she nodded. She left and I prepared the breakfast for everyone as I was in a happy mood.

Yuvaan, dressed in a black suit, arrived and ate the breakfast without any protest when I told him that I made it. He didn't say anything and kept eating while looking at me with a dark gaze.

I felt bad vibes, so I distanced myself from him and pushed the tea cup towards him. He finished his meal and picked up the cup. He took a few sips and twisted his lips in distaste.

"Is this what your mother taught you?"

He threw the tea on the floor and snapped up from his chair. He strode towards me and grabbed my chin in a strong hold.

"Answer me!" he thundered.

"I am sorry. I promise I will not repeat this mistake again," I cried out as my lips trembled.

What the hell are you doing, Reyna?

"Pathetic."

He tilted my head to the side harshly and I didn't dare to make any eye contact. Tears were rolling down my cheeks continuously, no matter how much I tried to control them.

Why was I crying?

I wanted to scream and hit him but I didn't have any strength. Suddenly, I felt so weak that I thought I would drop dead any minute. I clutched the chair beside me tightly for support as I felt my legs trembling.

"What did I do to have someone like you as my wife?" he spat and moved to get his coat from the couch.

He threw me a glare and left. The moment he went out of sight, I dropped down on the floor and cried my heart out. It hurt to be insulted every day. I wanted to leave but I didn't know where I would go.

Reyna! Are you listening? Reyna...

My own husband didn't love me. For him I was nothing but a liability which was forced on him. I meant nothing to him. I never meant anything to anyone. I was just a human shell with a dead soul.

No, human would be a very good term for me. You know what I was? Trash. A Gifted trash.

Trash, wench, bad luck, liability, whore, slut, garbage, witch, trash, wench, bad luck...

Ding dong! Ding dong!

I snapped my eyes open and shot up from my bed. I blinked rapidly and quickly glanced around. When pendulum's fading sound landed in my ears, I glanced at the time: 7:01am.

What the hell? Didn't I just wake up earlier?

I waited for some time to let my mind register everything; I was sure I woke up, but I didn't know how I landed myself back in my bed.

Was I dreaming? But it was too realistic. What if it wasn't and I just fainted after dehydrating myself from all the useless crying? There was only one way to check.

I decided to repeat the same procedure and left my room. But unlike what I experienced earlier, my surroundings were basking in the fresh sunlight and I noticed some maids roaming around. I went to the kitchen and saw Grace preparing breakfast while listening to her favourite songs.

I approached her and told her that I would do it. She refused at first but agreed when I pressurised her. She left to take care of other chores while I cooked. As expected, Yuvaan arrived dressed in the same clothes like earlier, but when he saw me, he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Where is Nana?" he asked.

"She is busy in something. Here, your breakfast." I put the plate on the table and motioned for him to take a seat.

He sat down and began eating while glancing at me in between with a strange look. I prepared tea and gave him.

"What are you doing exactly?" he questioned.

"Drink," I said and ignored his curious stares.

"No, I don't want tea; I want to drink coffee," he said and began calling Grace but I stopped him.

"Didn't I tell you she is busy? How come suddenly you want to drink coffee when you drink tea every morning?" I asked.

"What's wrong if I want coffee? I am not asking you to make it," he retorted.

"You won't get any coffee; drink what I have made," I said in annoyance.

"No," he replied.

"Drink it!" I yelled.

He widened his eyes in shock, and I narrowed my eyes at him. He glanced around when the maids stopped doing their work and focused their attention on us.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You have a personality disorder or what?" he accused and got up from his chair.

I shot him a glare. "Did you just call me insane?"

Why wasn't he reacting like I was expecting him to? Was I really dreaming earlier?

"I didn't call you that at all, but what you said isn't wrong either. You are the most insane person I have ever met, Reyna," he said and picked up his coat from the couch.

He shot me a smirk and exited while I stood there, staring at his retreating form. I curled my hands into fists and tried to kick off my annoying inner voice.

That was so much fun, Reyna. Why didn't you do that earlier? Should we try that again? Come on, it's been so long since we talked. Don't lock me up again; I feel lonely here.

There is no one to play with, no one to talk to, and I really miss you. Please, Reyna, let me out. Don't you think it is time already?

I am back 😬 and hoping to stay on track.

Thank you for reading and your patience💜