Chapter 34: Chapter 34

The speakers were blaring at the top and Yuvraaj was waiting for his wife's impenitence who had, with an outlandish move, stood stunned on the dancefloor and rushed to the powder room next instant, making him confused to his core. It was his third drink as he roved his eyes around and his head bobbed on the rhythm at his own accord along with the tapping of his foot.

He was slightly startled by a familiar echo of cellphone ringtone buzzing around him. It was Anahita's cellphone. He dared to open her clutch and found her cellphone inside, vibrating and screaming at its loudest. Anahita was so disoriented that she had forgotten her clutch back to him and it was thrown unattended on the bar counter.

"Who could it be?" He furrowed his eyebrows together as he glanced at the private number blinking on the screen.

Deeming whether to intrude her privacy or not, he settled with the former one and picked up the call. Before he could even say hello, the desperate and needy words poured from the other side, making his cool and collected state turbulent and frenzied.

"Anu, baby, why are you not taking my calls. I am really sorry for the way I've behaved with you but baby, you know I meant nothing." Yuvraaj curled his fist as the words resonated in his ears and his breathing raged.

"I love you Darling." Yuvraaj flared like a mad bull as he heard someone calling his wife, Darling. Yet he held himself back from cursing out loud because he was certain that it was Mukund.

Anger seeped in his calm demeanour and betrayal crossed his mind. He concluded that Anahita was cheating him all this time and she completely was in touch with Mukund whereas he was soaring up in the air thinking that he was the only one getting her attention and love, the thought itself made him chunk the glass in pieces which was gripped tight in his hands. She never wanted this relation he knew it but he tried to win her. He genuinely wanted their marriage to work out. It was difficult for him to overlook the fact that she was in love with someone but he was ready to give them a chance.

And what she did?

She used him. She propped him and still managed to stay in touch with Mukund. Right under his nose. Yuvraaj was agitated on him more than Anahita, how could he think that he would be able to avert her? Wasn't he aware that she went against her family for this spineless creature; Mukund, then he was certain she would go against him too.

"Hello, baby...are you there?"

"Your baby is busy. And if you don't mind get the fuck out of our life, you bastard! She is my fucking wife and I don't fucking want any asshole to contact her. So just stay away from her." Yuvraaj snarled and threw her phone on the floor, breaking it into pieces.

"Get me a whiskey." He roared at the bartender and chugged it down in a go. He kept asking to refill his glass. Anger was oozing from his and the people around could touch it. All the kisses he shared with her, every time he hugged her, all the touches they shared started revolving before his eyes like farrago slides and he clenched his jaw.

She was faking. She was faking when she agreed to his twelve days condition.

He looked away from the dancefloor and squeezed shut his eyes, recalling how he began to feel complete with her soft laughter buzzing in his ears. How he felt proud when she snuggled closer in her sleep and clutched his shirt as if her life depended upon him. How ecstatic it was when they kissed each other and roamed around the city hand in hand.

"I won't forgive you for this, Anahita." He hissed and turned to leave when he escaped dashing into a slim petite beauty coming towards him.

"Hey," She smiled at him on purpose, "We met again." Genuine happiness was evident on her face. At least, she's genuine. Yuvraaj scoffed at the reality. The woman he rescued was before him, smiling genuine while his own wife faked everything. Even the jealousy.

"Yeah, we did." He responded, rubbing his forehead. "Elly," He enounced Elizabeth - Elly as she insisted him to call - smiling formally, "..if you just don't mind I've to leave now. The place is not, you know, enthralling me much."

"..no! You can only escape if you'll have dance with me." She propounded and looked around, "Where's your wife? We still haven't introduced ourselves properly. I've to thank her too."

Must be dreaming of her boyfriend. Yuvraaj itched to scoffed but he shook his head, "She wasn't feeling well. So she didn't tag along."

"Oh," her features metamorphosed to worried and she pursed her lips, giving him escape. "Then I think you should be with her. And say my regards to her."

Peeling off his gaze from the blonde, Yuvraaj progressed forward only to halt in his tracks as Anahita came in his line of vision. She wore a face when she gets angry but her glaring was justly reciprocated with his glowering. The smile she sent him after a moment peeved him and the step she had taken to cover the distance between them ceased as Yuvraaj cuffed Elly's wrist, spinning around and brought her closer to him.

Anahita felt her tongue swollen and her throat drying as she tried to assimilate what exactly Yuvraaj was doing. She lingered over there to purport what exactly was he doing. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the shameless attempt of her husband trying to flirt with another woman.

She permitted herself to interject when she heard him saying, "I should after this dance, Elly. It's not a man's trait to hang a woman waiting for." With the smooth words, he circumvented his arm around the lady's waist and overlooking the surprised look on her face, plodded together to the dancefloor.

Broken, Anahita felt her world crashing down. In the mass of thousands, she felt aloof, for the only person who she considered her trowel had decided to punish her for the reasons unknown to her. She felt needles dripped in alcohol poking into her skin. Suddenly her body was feeling vacuumed as her soul transported to the abyss of infestation.

Not being able to watch her love dancing with someone else and reaching to the extent of laughing and hugging her, she absconded bracing herself from the disastrous heartbreak. She sniffed, keeping her tears at bay as she recalled how she had planned to confess her feelings to him today and what exactly he made her witness.

More than it, the thing which hurt her was the distant and cold look in his eyes. She could hear the clacking of her heart's comminuting. Wrapping her arms around her, she progressed herself to the Villa and locked the door behind her before launching herself on the bed, crying hysterically thrusting her face in the pillow.

The waves crashing against the coastline and the rocking music exhilarating the beach vanquished over her sobs and she cried her heart out.

The moment Yuvraaj noticed hurt mirroring in the eyes he loved more than any other thing in the world, he reprimanded himself for being cruel. He had to ask her about it, it could be a mistake. Perhaps, she wasn't in touch with him. The look he decipher on her face wasn't something he could mistake for. Yet, his mind compelled him to not overlook because he was the one very aware of truth. Refusing itself means refusing the reality but was it possible to stay in fantasy forever?

Halting the formal dance to a stop, he dragged Elizabeth to a corner, "I've to go now. Thank you for the lovely dance and pay my regards to...."

Before he could finish, Elizabeth was spun around with her partner and the jingling of her chuckles buzzed around. The veins on his forehead throbbed frantically causing a splitting headache. Incising thorough the massive mob of exhilarated people, he made his way towards the villa.

The moment he stepped in, he was greeted with the darkness only. Not a bulb was flickering and it had gripped his heart in fear for his wife, yet as he proceeded, he saw the faint lighting of night lamp and the mistaken sound of crying. The feminine was covered from head to toe with the blanket and the only thing that made him aware of her wakefulness was the sobs betraying her mouth. He felt heartbroken yet his pain was twice as hers. She wasn't the one who had to bear the pain of having someone call his wife 'I love you'. With no intentions of cajoling her, he simply took his clothes out of the wardrobe and ambled to the bathroom.

How had he wished to tell her what he felt for her. It wasn't easy to layer his feelings every time and the condition was anyhow coming to halt.

The refined water cascading on his back couldn't relieve the excruciating pain in the left side of his chest. He advised himself against the idea of pushing her to the wall and kiss her madly until she accepts that she loves him but wasn't it inhumane! If she had to choose him, she would've not waited so long to verbalise her thoughts.

"You've lost Yuvraaj. How badly I wished to not associate my heart with her but..." With the loud smack on the wall nearby, he suspired and uplifted his chin, letting the water fall freely upon his face.

He wasn't prepared to face her wrath when he came out but he had no chance to escape at all. Anahita stood by the bed, dressed in black pin check shirt and slacks. Her mouth, tip of nose, raccoon eyes and constant sniffing delineated how profusely was she crying. Ignoring her again, Yuvraaj ambled to the wardrobe and her voice impeded.

"How long is this going? Is it from the night you bloody saved her or was it just a trap to make me believe in your philanthropic shit?"

Yuvraaj raised his eyes glowering at her yet treated with silence and resumed to his work, making Anahita mad in rage. She pranced to him and threw the clothes in his hands on the floor. Tears surfaced her eyes as she beheld him, repining with her eyes only. She couldn't believe what chemical changes took place in his body that he became so distant?

Her soft touch braced him from doing something inappropriate at her audacity. He looked away as she cupped his face, stepping in his personal space. "What has happened suddenly, Yuvraaj? Why did you do that?"

"Leave me alone, Anahita." He gently freed himself and was about to walk past her when she pulled him before her, cuffing his wrist. "I won't. What exactly were you doing there? Who is she to you? What's your relation with her?"

"I don't owe you any answer. You are no one to me." He snapped and she pushed him hard, making him stumble back. "Like hell you owe me. I am your fucking wife. You can't just walk over me like that, understand? I am not some chewing gum, you'll chew whenever you wish and then spit it out. How can you even think of cheating me? How can you betray me, Yuvraaj?"

"Words such as cheating and betrayal doesn't suit you, Ms. Maurya." Colour drained out of her face as she comprehended. Ms. Maurya? Now she was back to Ms. Maurya from Mrs. Anahita Yuvraaj Maurya. A trail of tears flowed down to her cheek to her chin and she shook like a leaf, having high time with his coldness.

"Yuvraaj?"

"Don't keep this bullshit on, Anahita. You never wanted to keep this relationship. It was always a baseless, nameless hollow term for you. Then why do you feel betrayed? Why do you feel cheated? Didn't you desperately look a way out for an escape? Now when I am gladly giving you that escape why are you yapping in my ears?" He gnashed teeth together, loosing his calm. "You accuse that I use you like a chewing gum whereas it's you who does that. Now suddenly you've realised that you're my wife but how can you be my wife when you don't even accept this relation? You don't even love me then who the hell am I to you? Why do you expect me to answer you when we both are just companion until these five weeks ends, after this we won't see each other's face. Then how does it matter whom I am with or not?"

Silence prevailed the surroundings and Anahita clutched the rustic wood in her hands to stabilise herself on the floor because she felt her knees becoming weak. She felt her soul escaping her body, she was witnessing another betrayal. Twice she associated her heart with cruel creation of God and bestowed with broken pieces of it. Her shoulders jump every time she sniffed and the drops of tears which were hung on her drenched lashes, fell freely as she squeezed shut her eyes.

"So...so it was sort of revenge?" She found herself interrogating with trembling voice, "I stupidly did something in the infancy of our marriage and you held it deep down in you that you decided to left me broken heart? I associated myself with Mukund, so you decided to associate yourself with that woman? I hurt you, so you did the same thing but in sweetest and more torturous way? Was everything a lie, Yuvraaj? We were a lie? The time we spent...."

"....Yes it was." He replied looking away unable to see tears in her eyes. "And let's just not discuss it Anahita, I know what is in your heart. Whatever we have is going to end. We are just three days far from fetching five weeks."

"You don't know anything, Yuvraaj!" She screamed, swabbing her tears away, "You are so blind that you can't see things. You don't have any idea what is in my heart. Because if you did, you would've known that I love you."