Redeeming Love by Shikha Mishra (books for men to read .txt) 📗

Chapter 19

Disha's POV

I don't like this feeling. This pain, this heartbreak everything is unbearable. I....I want my tablets.

I dart towards my purse and rummage through it. My frustration increasing with every passing second. In anger I find myself throwing my purse on the floor shattering everything on the floor.

“Disha what the fuck is wrong with you?" I hear vihaan shout as my body is been shaken up by him. I look away from the shattered things of my purse to his eyes.

“YOU." I shout. “If you hadn't taken our baby's life everything would have been normal. We.....we would have been happy. We wouldn't have been like we are now. If you hadn't I could had my happily ever after with you, which I always dreamt of." My breathing heavy.

The next second I get engulfed in his arms. My hands circle his body as I start sobbing furiously. “This is all your fault." I keep mumbling inbetween my crying.

“Yes. I know." he says after my every complain. After my crying comes to control I part away from him.

“I hate you." I mutter after parting away from him.

“Do you really?" He replies.

“Yes." I reply as I get comfortable on the bed. The emotional pain long forgotten as if it was never there. “You can't sleep on the bed." I say as I see him laying beside me. I give him a ‘I will never let you lay beside me' look.

I am mad at him.

“I thought you got sober." he says still not moving from the bed.

“I am.... Now leave the bed. I am mad at you. Besides now you are not my husband or boyfriend to lay beside me." I say while giving him a deathly glare.

“Says the girl who was begging me to let her have me only few minutes ago." he replies with a triumphant smile as if he has won some war.

“Now you are not in demand so LEAVE." I retort back.

“What if I don't leave and sleep on this same bed?" he says while lifting his left eyebrow.

“Then I will sleep on the floor. Now choose bed or floor." I say knowing fully well that he will not let me sleep on the floor.

He signs in defeat and says “I will sleep on the floor...." my lips twist in a smile “but first answer me truthfully. Do you really hate me?"

“Yes." My answer is fast.

“So you don't want me in your life?" he ask another question. “You don't want to be mine?"

“No. I don't want you in my life. You are not mine. You belong to soniya." I mumble.

“You don't mean that. You still love me. I am sure of it." he says with determination.

“It doesn't matter if I love you or not. Now go away and sleep on the floor I am getting reallllyyy sleepyyy." I say as my eyes starts dropping. The last thing I saw before giving in to sleep was a tear dropping from his eyes.

My vihu is sad.

This was the last thought before I went in a deep slumber. My eyes opens in the middle of the night. I turn in other direction and move closer to the warmth. My eyes again closes and I again go into a deep slumber.

My eyes flutter open and I groan in pain.

My head is paining as if someone is opening it.

I get in a seating position. And again close my eyes. I start massaging my head in order to get rid of the headache.

What happened to me? I remember seating beside the window and after that everything is a blurry memory.

“Here." I open my eyes and come face to face with vihaan who is holding a pill and a glass of water. I take the pill and gulp it down with the water. Still massaging my head I glance towards the window to see that it's still raining heavily.

Guess we still have time before we could leave.

“What happened to me?" I ask.

“You got drunk." he replies. My head shoots towards him which I instantly regret as the world starts moving.

“Ahh." I whimper.

“You okay. It's the after effect of alcohol." he informs as he engulfs me in his arms. I jerk him away. Instantly his face becomes angry.

“Don't you ever push me away." he shouts.

“Then don't ever come close to me." I retort. This headache is already killing me and now this. I turn away from him and make my way to the washroom. Firstly I don't have enough energy to have verbal fight with him and secondly I want to get fresh.

I shut the door behind me. Standing before the mirror I glance at myself. My hair is a mess. I take the extra brush from the cabin and put tooth paste on it. I start brushing my teeth with my eyes close. My eyes shoots open. My brushing movement also stops.

What was that? I just imagined myself saying that ‘I want vihaan' to vihaan. Is it really my imagination or did I really say it? Was I really drunk yesterday? As much as I can remember yesterday I was taking a sip of the water and I didn't drank anything else except that.

My eyes widens as I realisation dawns on me.

Yesterday that water did taste different. I think I just drank water which was actually a alcoholic liquid instead of water. And I am afraid to remember what I did yesterday.

Oh god please don't let me remember anything.

I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts and start brushing my teeth. After brushing the headache has reduced to some extent. I get rid of my clothes and switch on the shower. Taking the loofah I lather it with the body wash. I scrub my body. As I let the water wash away the soap I feel as if the stress has released my body.

Switching off the tap of the shower I wipe the water off of my face. My eyes moves all around the bathroom for the towel then back to my earlier clothes laying on the floor wet. My eyes slowly widens in realisation.

I don't have extra clothes and I didn't even bought a towel. Shit. Shit. This is a disaster.

I start roaming back and forth thinking of ways of getting spare clothes from aunty.

Ahhh. This is so frustrating.

My eyes time to time moving towards my wet clothes. I pick my underwear to only end up groaning in irritation as it is all wet.

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