Non-erotic Hues of Love by Yagyaseni

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Devastation would be an understatement to describe Arnav’s mental turbulence. The wife, whose every dream he had made his own and strove to fulfill every desire, had failed to understand the emotional attachment which he had with the dream. Fourteen years of being in a relationship had certainly not helped them in developing an understanding.


“What about my dream?” He asked, unbelievable expression etched on his face.


“I said I don’t want to have a child. I am not stop you from having one, Arnav. For all I care, you can find a surrogate even tomorrow if you want. You can even opt for traditional surrogacy if your heart seeks, against gestational surrogacy. Mind it; I am not speaking under the influence of alcohol. I am speaking my mind”, she assured him. Assurances were meant to ease the ache of the heart but Rati’s assurance was the one which pushed the dagger deeper into the heart.


She would not mind even if his child did not carry her genes? Did that mean she would not care even he cheated behind her? Did she even care for him and love him? Ever?


He questioned himself, standing in front of her like an idol as she looked into the mirror and removed the accessories adorning her. At that moment he felt like throwing everything at the mirror and shatter it like his heart did.


Why she would care, he thought. She was decent enough to not be a hypocrite. When she herself chose the company of other men over her husband’s, she would not expect her husband to be in love with her as much as he was that he would not even look at another women with the adoration, love, respect and desire which were reserved for her.


That moment, the pent up frustration was ready to burst and he was ready to vent.


“Fine then, Rati. I am going to find one tomorrow. Good night”, he announced as he walked out on her.


She stared at his retreating back in surprise, not for his decision but for his tone but soon she shrugged and continued with her mid-night beauty treatment.