"Hi." She smiled softly sitting on the opposite chair.

Its been 7 year of marriage and this woman still has the same effect on me. Even today my heartbeats rushe with her one smile.

"One black coffee without sugar. And one caramel mocha and one chocolate brownie." I recited the order as the waiter came, earning a soft thank you from her.

"Raman." She played with her fingers like every time she does when she is nervous.

"I know I have not been the best husband . . ." I started taking her hand on mine "But Ishita, you can tell me anything. You know that right?"

She nodded softly, making me smile.

I always thought I was giving them the best life but I never realised I was missing from the picture.

Trying to bring world at their feet, I didn't realize my babies and my love were drifting apart from me.

Finally after she decided to leave me, along with my kids; I am learning to communicate with my words.

Its been 2 months since she left our house, since my parents are yearning to meet their grandchildren, since I am learning my mistakes and trying to win her heart again.

"I. . . I just. . .I just wanted you to speed up the divorce proceedings." She muttered, making me numb.

I thought we were making progress. I thought I was getting better.

She wanted me to spend more time with kids, I was doing that.

She wanted us to spend quality time together, we did that too.

She wanted us to share our insecurities, our happiness, our fear; we did.

I don't know what I am doing wrong.

Unless she was lying, lying about I could I make this better, lying to her new maid, lying because she knew that was me. Did she knew that was me?

"Ishita, I can explain. . ." I tried. I tried to tell her, I was sorry. I was so desperate to see them that I lied to enter her apartment.

I lied about my gender, about my true identity, about everything; because I wanted to be close to them.

But as always she cut in mid.

"I am so sorry, Raman." I somehow controlled myself from wiping her tears, after all what right did I have? "Its just. . . I am falling in love again. And I did not want to led you on."

Somehow controlling myself from bursting in tears, I smiled.

"You don't worry. I will make Adi-Ruhi understand. We can go for join custody, I will also understand if you want the full custody. But you will let me visit them right." If it was any other situation, I would have laughed at her innocent question.

Why would I keep my babies away from their mother? If anything she will take better care of them than me. But right now all I could do was nod softly.

"Can I meet him? Just. . .just to make sure that he won't hurt my babies." I hurriedly added hoping she won't see my desperation.

"She." She might have seen my confusion as she added "Its she."

She? Did I push her so hard that she swings the other way now?

"I . . . I don't how it happened. But I like her, I think I love her." She blushed softly, like she used to when talking about me. "She is so good with Adi and Ruhi. She loves them like her own."

"So who is the lucky girl?" I asked trying to control my frown.

"Gulabo." She whispered softly.

Did she just said Gulabo? This woman. She wants to divorce me because she loves me only. Hey Matarani, are you sure she has all her screws in place?

*****

I wanted to write One Shot, something like this.

But I don't think I could execute it properly.

Anyway this is what it is *sigh*.

Regards.
~Gia.