All Strings Attached

Chapter Seventeen

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Dhushyanth

I'd left her alone for an entire week. Did she not have enough of her time by herself?

Do I actually annoy her so much she would rather I never came back home?

Would she prefer it if I never came back home to her?

I let the hot water run down my body, and ease my aching muscles. I had woken up early in the morning today so I could get things done before the end of the day and come back to her; have a meal with her, after leaving her alone for an entire week.

But apparently I hoped for too much.

She isn't hungry.

She doesn't care that I'm back, or how I've been.

Serves me right for obsessing over her for the last week. That fucking video on my fucking phone.

Maybe it's about time I gave her a piece of my mind and told her to get her shit together. How long would this go on for?

But she might just be adjusting.

Well, I don't want to adjust to this bullshit, do I? I'm not a fucking doormat.

It's a huge change for her.

It wasn't a welcome upheaval for me, either.

Maybe she's disturbed because of something.

Yeah, my fucking presence. I've interrupted her peace and quiet, haven't I?

Has been happy all this while?

She clearly hasn't had the time to send me a single text about anything that was happening around here. So much for "you need to see if you like it because you have to look at it everyday". She's bought new furniture and decor and everything, didn't need me to see any of it. Is it not because she thinks I don't need a say because she doesn't care whether or not I'm around?

I bought furniture without her as well.

For my fucking office.

I threw away the sofa without mentioning anything to her.

She said it wasn't comfortable anyway.

She's such a spoilt brat. How was she raised like this? She had a sibling, growing up, she couldn't have been as spoilt as the elder sibling, could she?

The age gap between Sita and Nitya is six years, though. She had an entire childhood before Nitya. And Madhav Mama clearly loves his elder daughter to bits. It's no surprise she's such a spoilt brat.

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I walk back upstairs after a quiet dinner, since my wife does not have enough humanity to even sit by me as I eat, choosing instead to go back upstairs to our room as soon as I set foot on the ground floor.

I open the door, and see Sita lying on her side with her back to me, and I have to stop myself from shamelessly salivating over the woman who clearly hates everything about me.

Her form rests so beautifully, though. The rise of her chest dipping into the curve of her waist before arching upwards to cover her full hips and slowly declining over her thick thighs onto her slender ankles adorned in golden anklets that jingle with every movement of hers.

"What are you doing?" I hear her ask, and look up at Sita, feeling my face warm up with mild embarrassment.

This is why they say men are dogs.