I am still upset with Rohan, I don't know why. This is not the first time he has made me feel undesirable. This is strange... irrespective of all his repulsive nature I am ready to dance at his tunes, irrespective of throwing water at all my expectations, my heart  longs for a little space in his.

Rohan helped me to get up at my feet on the terrace. The short span for which he held my hand, makes me crave for him more. My heart is void, it wants to be filled with love, affection and care. The only person who could have done it fails to notice my tears and my love in those tears.

As I try to undress myself out of the wet clothes, I look at myself in the mirror. Am I not attractive enough to command a bit of desire in my husband? I know I don't fit into the general terms of beauty, but don't I deserve to be loved?

Maybe I don't fit in the definition of beauty. The reason why Anshul left me for someone else, and now my husband doesn't desires me. Should I be have been more fairer? Should I gain a bit of weight? Should I change my dressing sense?

As I try to find a reason why every person I have tried to love rejects me tears flow down my eyes. Maybe the fault is not in me, but in my stars. My fate always deceives me and binds me to the wrong person. I regret this marriage. I have tried a lot to gain his love and attention. I can't do more. I think I should accept that just like thousands of women across India who are stucked in a loveless marriage, I am stucked too. Yet, I am lucky; my husband is not a drunkard, I am not a victim of domestic violence like those women across the country. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I quicky grab my dress to answer to the call.

"Anjali, take this. " It's a suprise that today Rohan has knocked my door.

"What's this?"

"A hair drier."

Mr husband is in a caring mood.

"This is Shristi's. Maybe you should use this. Else you might catch cold."

He went out even before I could say a thank you.

Maybe I shouldn't regret this marriage. He has a soft heart which is badly broken after Aisha dii's demise. It will take some time to join those broken pieces and make it fall in love again.

I decide to sit with my books for some time. After all they seem to be lonely without me, I have totally forgotten them since my marriage.

It was past 8'o clock when I decided to check on Rohan and give him some company. His door was slightly open and I found him running the balm vigorously over his forehead.

"Umm... headache?"

"Yeah.."

"Do you need something?"

"No.. thanks."

I decide to make a cup of tea for him and head towards the kitchen.

I handed the cup of tea towards him.

"Take this, it will surely cure your headache."

"I don't like green tea."

"You can atleast taste."

As he sipped the tea, I noticed his eyes closing in deep satisfaction. The furrow between his forehead relaxed. The last drop of tea landed on his lips. How I wish to wipe it off with my lips!

I realised I am not thinking straight again.

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it. It was so strong. My headache seems to have vanished! What did you add which made this tea so strong yet good!"

"Elaichi, cardamom, black pepper and a bit of ginger. "

"Incredible! It was really good! Will you prepare such a cup of tea everyday for me?"

"Yes, sure."

This is just a request to prepare tea, not to love; don't be so happy.

I was about to leave his room when Rohan called me..

"Umm... Anjali, are you free?"

"Yeah.. why do you need something?"

"I think I am feeling cold..."

I bring a thermometer to check his temperature.

"No I don't need this."

"But you said you are feeling cold. So let me check if it's fever. "

"Actually... cold inside."

"I can't understand what do you need?"

"Someone to remove my closeness of heart."

"You mean..?"

"Your company. Can you please sit here and talk with me for some time?"

The weather outside was cool. My heart was cold, bereft of love. I am in dearth of affection. I never knew just a request could provide such warmth to me. The inner goddess in me wanted to shed all her goodness and become the untame queen of seduction for this night, she wants to rip apart every barrier created between the union of her love. Yet, she was a meek girl outside who feels chills down her spine with just one touch of her beloved. I don't know what should I call this feeling, romantic love or obsession?

I don't know how the time passed. Mostly Rohan went on speaking about his beautiful days with Aisha dii. I recalled some of our fun filled days from childhood.

"Aisha must have been the apple of everyone's eyes since childhood, isn't it?"

"Yes, she was."

Admist the darkness of the night I could feel both of our eyes moistening at the recall of our past memories.

"Good night, it's about 12 o clock, we need to sleep."

"Hey Anjali!"

"Yes, do you need something else?"

"Can you please exchange your pillow with me?"

I was taken aback by such a request.
"Yes, but why?"

"Your pillow has an unique aroma of the jasmine oil you put on your hair. I like the smell. I don't know why but it soothes me and helps me sleep faster."

A smile spread across my face. There was something about him which results in irresistible attraction towards him.

The inner goddess in me was ready to dance at his footsteps.

"Okay, sure. "

As I slept in my room, resting my head on his pillow, I felt the warmth of love.

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