Married To Mr.Parth | Completed✔

Chapter 12

Edited by: OneIndianWriter

Kavya Pov:

I know it's the worst feeling ever when someone treats like you mean the world to them and suddenly throws you out like garbage. I just wonder what caused him to change like that in a trice. I can't hate him straight away for this. But deep down, I have a feeling that there might be a little misunderstanding growing between us. Misunderstanding is like a slow poison. It must be cleared in time before it grows and kills the relationship between us. The longer I leave it unresolved the more difficult it becomes to resolve it.

'Yes, I must have a heart to heart talk with him and have to clear all the misunderstandings between us.'

I have experienced more than this since my childhood but it is slightly hard to accept the fact that he doesn't like me the way he pretended to be.

May be he changed his mind after that, moreover he is a famous actor, it's so stupid of me to believe that he would create such feelings for me.

May be he didn't like me at all from the very beginning.

May be he is still not ready to accept the concept of marriage.

May be it's just a prank.

May be someone manipulated him. But there can't be anyone around us to do such thing. Everyone around us wants us to be happy and together.

May be he.....

'No. I should stop overthinking things first. Otherwise I will go crazy and lose my sanity any soon. I must talk to him about yesterday. Dot'

It's been two days since I saw him. Yesterday morning after he left, I spent my whole day in my room, crying over my damned situation, waiting for him to come back. But he never showed up the whole night and also today. It's already 12am right now, but still there is no trace of him. I am loosing my patience as this is pointless to wait for him anymore. I stood up from the couch to go to my room.

I jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud bang on the main door. I am sure our watchman was at the gate when I last checked him. From the last two days, I learnt that if he wants to ask something or to inform something, he usually rings the calling bell.

The bangs became louder and louder with every passing seconds. I gasped loudly when the door started to shake and rattle. I should open the door before it is broke down. But who the heck is at the door at this hour banging on the door violently? I hope it's not any serial killer or a creepy neighbor.

I am not a person to freak out at every little things so easily but it really scares the hell out of me now.

I heard someone groaning from the other side of the door, audible enough for me to hear. Sweats began to form on my forehead and my breaths became uneven. I collected all my courage and slowly made my way towards the door. I barely blinked and held my breath as I took small steps. Sweats started to roll down from my forehead, the resounding of bangs became unbearable. I placed my badly trembling fingers on the door knob. Before opening it, I closed my eyes and gulped loudly, sending a quick prayer to god.

'Om Namah Shivaya', I whispered but I couldn't hear myself  in this raucous banging.

I clicked open the door in one motion and gasped, there I saw him, leaning on the doorframe for support. I looked over his shoulders to see the watchman is looking at me in sympathy. But he averted his gaze quickly. My heart was pounding in my chest, I could smell the strong scent of alcohol coming from his side.

'Is he drunk?'

I was frozen in my place when I saw him, his eyes were glued to the floor, his clenched fists, his knuckles were turned white from all banging, his gritted teeth. When he turned at last to face me, his bloodshot eyes darted over to me, I watched as his eyes turned a pure black. His lethal stare felt painful and piercing, as if his strong glare is tearing my heart apart. My preborn confidence to have a talk with him evaporated from his eyes, which are narrowed, rigid, cold, hard.