16-09-2024, 06:10 AM
CHAPTER – 29
As the days passed, Kavya's jealousy simmered beneath the surface, intensifying with each passing moment. She found herself silently observing as Danish and Aisha grew closer, spending more and more time together. It was becoming harder for Kavya to hide the growing discomfort gnawing at her, especially when she overheard snippets of their conversations and laughter echoing from Danish’s room.
One evening, Kavya was sitting in the living room, pretending to read a book, but her mind was elsewhere. She could hear faint murmurs from Danish’s room, the sound of Aisha's soft giggles blending with Danish’s deep voice. Kavya’s fingers clenched the book, her focus slipping away as she strained to catch parts of their conversation. She wasn’t usually one to eavesdrop, but the growing intimacy between them was getting under her skin.
Then, a particular phrase caught her attention. Aisha’s voice floated through the partially closed door.
“So, what do you want to do for your birthday, Danish?” Aisha asked, her tone teasing yet sweet.
Kavya’s heart sank. Danish’s birthday. She hadn’t even thought about it, hadn’t realized it was so close. Her stomach twisted with an uncomfortable feeling she didn’t want to name.
Danish’s reply was casual. “I don’t know yet, but we should definitely plan something fun. Maybe go somewhere special.”
Kavya’s chest tightened. The thought of Aisha planning something intimate for Danish’s birthday was like a thorn that pierced deeper with every word. She couldn’t stop imagining them together, celebrating, while she stood on the outside, watching them grow closer.
Aisha’s voice interrupted her thoughts again. “How about a weekend getaway? Just the two of us. We could go somewhere quiet, away from the city.”
Kavya’s pulse quickened. A weekend getaway? The two of them alone? Her mind spiraled with jealousy and frustration. She tried to block out the conversation, but it was impossible. The idea of Danish and Aisha spending a weekend away together made her stomach churn. She knew it wasn’t her place to feel this way—Danish wasn’t hers. He had no obligation to her, especially after what had happened between them.
Yet, that night still lingered in her mind, as vivid as ever. The intensity, the connection she had felt with Danish was unlike anything she had experienced before. And while she tried to push it away, tried to focus on her life with Rahul, she couldn’t help but compare. The way Danish had touched her, kissed her, made her feel alive—it was haunting her. And now, seeing him with Aisha, knowing they were making plans together, was driving her mad.
She knew she shouldn’t be jealous. She was married to Rahul, after all. But the more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t help but wonder—what if things had been different? What if she had chosen a different path that night? Would she have been the one planning something special for Danish’s birthday, instead of Aisha?
The jealousy was like a slow burn, and each day it grew harder to contain. She didn’t show it outwardly, but inside, Kavya was struggling. Watching Aisha laugh and flirt with Danish, hearing about their plans, it all felt like too much. She tried to remind herself that she had no right to feel this way. Danish had moved on, and she should be happy for him.
But deep down, she couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, she wanted to be more than just a fleeting memory for Danish. The thought of him with Aisha, sharing moments with her that were once hers, was something she couldn’t easily forget. And as Danish’s birthday approached, the tension in Kavya's heart only continued to grow.
As the weekend approached, Danish and Aisha were preparing for their getaway in celebration of Danish’s birthday. Kavya had overheard bits and pieces of their conversation over the past week—the excitement in Aisha’s voice, Danish’s rare moments of enthusiasm. She had even seen Aisha packing a small suitcase, laughing with Danish about the plans they had made. It stung more than she cared to admit.
On the morning of their departure, Kavya stayed in her room, pretending to be busy while Danish and Aisha were getting ready to leave. The sound of their voices floated down the hallway, their laughter seeming to echo through the walls. Kavya felt a tightness in her chest, a familiar knot of jealousy she hadn’t been able to shake. She couldn’t help but imagine what their weekend away would be like—how they would spend their time together, far away from everything.
When the door finally clicked shut behind them, signaling their departure, Kavya let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the door for a long moment, feeling a wave of emotions wash over her. It was irrational, she knew, to feel this way about Danish when she was married to Rahul. But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, the jealousy and confusion wouldn’t go away.
Rahul was home that weekend, but it didn’t make a difference. He had been so wrapped up in his work lately that they barely spent any real time together. Even when he was around, there was a growing distance between them. That night, as they sat down for dinner, Rahul was busy checking emails on his phone, his mind clearly somewhere else.
Kavya barely touched her food, her thoughts consumed by the idea of what Danish and Aisha were doing. Were they lounging by a pool, sipping drinks together? Were they out exploring some beautiful, romantic location, just the two of them? The images in her mind became more vivid with each passing hour, and she hated herself for caring so much
Rahul glanced up from his phone, noticing Kavya’s silence. “Everything okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern, though his eyes quickly returned to his screen.
“Yeah,” she muttered, not really wanting to get into it. “I’m just tired.”
Rahul nodded absentmindedly, accepting her answer without further questioning. He went back to his work, completely unaware of the emotional storm brewing inside her. Kavya stared at him across the table, feeling a deep sense of frustration. Here he was, her husband, the man she had married and promised to love, and yet... she couldn’t connect with him anymore. Not the way she had connected with Danish.
That night, as Rahul slept beside her, Kavya lay awake in bed, her mind wandering to places it shouldn’t. She pictured Danish with Aisha, imagined how close they must be in that moment, and it gnawed at her. She couldn’t help but wonder if Danish was thinking about her at all, or if he had completely moved on. The thought of him being intimate with someone else, someone who wasn’t her, drove her mad.
Rahul, lying next to her, shifted in his sleep, oblivious to the turmoil raging inside Kavya. She glanced over at him, feeling a pang of guilt. This wasn’t fair to him. Rahul was a good husband—he had always been supportive, loving, even if he wasn’t the most attentive lately. But the reality was, Kavya couldn’t ignore the fact that something was missing. She didn’t feel the same spark with Rahul that she had felt with Danish, and it made her question everything.
She turned over, closing her eyes, trying to block out the thoughts of Danish and Aisha. But it was no use. All she could think about was them, about what they were doing at that very moment, and how it could have been her with Danish instead.
The next morning, Rahul suggested they spend the day together, but Kavya’s heart wasn’t in it. They went through the motions—brunch, a walk in the park, small talk—but it all felt hollow. Every time Rahul tried to engage with her, Kavya found herself distracted, her mind wandering back to Danish. She hated feeling this way, hated that she was so wrapped up in someone who wasn’t her husband, but the feelings wouldn’t go away.
By the time they returned home that evening, Kavya was emotionally drained. She retreated to her room, sitting on the bed, staring out the window as the sun set. Danish and Aisha would probably be getting back soon, and the thought of seeing them together again made her stomach churn. She didn’t know how she was going to face them, knowing how jealous she had been all weekend.
Rahul entered the room a little while later, looking exhausted from the day. He lay down beside her, reaching out to hold her hand. Kavya stiffened slightly at his touch, her mind still miles away.
“You’ve been quiet all weekend,” Rahul said softly, his voice filled with concern. “Is something bothering you?”
Kavya forced a smile, shaking her head. “No, just… a lot on my mind.”
Rahul didn’t push, sensing that she wasn’t ready to talk. He squeezed her hand gently before rolling over and drifting off to sleep. Kavya lay awake, her mind still fixated on Danish and what might have happened between him and Aisha over the weekend.
Her thoughts spiraled into frustration and confusion. She felt stuck, torn between the life she had with Rahul and the feelings she couldn’t suppress for Danish. It was all too much, and as the night dragged on, Kavya found herself questioning everything about her marriage, her desires, and the future she had thought was so certain.
As the days passed, Kavya's jealousy simmered beneath the surface, intensifying with each passing moment. She found herself silently observing as Danish and Aisha grew closer, spending more and more time together. It was becoming harder for Kavya to hide the growing discomfort gnawing at her, especially when she overheard snippets of their conversations and laughter echoing from Danish’s room.
One evening, Kavya was sitting in the living room, pretending to read a book, but her mind was elsewhere. She could hear faint murmurs from Danish’s room, the sound of Aisha's soft giggles blending with Danish’s deep voice. Kavya’s fingers clenched the book, her focus slipping away as she strained to catch parts of their conversation. She wasn’t usually one to eavesdrop, but the growing intimacy between them was getting under her skin.
Then, a particular phrase caught her attention. Aisha’s voice floated through the partially closed door.
“So, what do you want to do for your birthday, Danish?” Aisha asked, her tone teasing yet sweet.
Kavya’s heart sank. Danish’s birthday. She hadn’t even thought about it, hadn’t realized it was so close. Her stomach twisted with an uncomfortable feeling she didn’t want to name.
Danish’s reply was casual. “I don’t know yet, but we should definitely plan something fun. Maybe go somewhere special.”
Kavya’s chest tightened. The thought of Aisha planning something intimate for Danish’s birthday was like a thorn that pierced deeper with every word. She couldn’t stop imagining them together, celebrating, while she stood on the outside, watching them grow closer.
Aisha’s voice interrupted her thoughts again. “How about a weekend getaway? Just the two of us. We could go somewhere quiet, away from the city.”
Kavya’s pulse quickened. A weekend getaway? The two of them alone? Her mind spiraled with jealousy and frustration. She tried to block out the conversation, but it was impossible. The idea of Danish and Aisha spending a weekend away together made her stomach churn. She knew it wasn’t her place to feel this way—Danish wasn’t hers. He had no obligation to her, especially after what had happened between them.
Yet, that night still lingered in her mind, as vivid as ever. The intensity, the connection she had felt with Danish was unlike anything she had experienced before. And while she tried to push it away, tried to focus on her life with Rahul, she couldn’t help but compare. The way Danish had touched her, kissed her, made her feel alive—it was haunting her. And now, seeing him with Aisha, knowing they were making plans together, was driving her mad.
She knew she shouldn’t be jealous. She was married to Rahul, after all. But the more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t help but wonder—what if things had been different? What if she had chosen a different path that night? Would she have been the one planning something special for Danish’s birthday, instead of Aisha?
The jealousy was like a slow burn, and each day it grew harder to contain. She didn’t show it outwardly, but inside, Kavya was struggling. Watching Aisha laugh and flirt with Danish, hearing about their plans, it all felt like too much. She tried to remind herself that she had no right to feel this way. Danish had moved on, and she should be happy for him.
But deep down, she couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, she wanted to be more than just a fleeting memory for Danish. The thought of him with Aisha, sharing moments with her that were once hers, was something she couldn’t easily forget. And as Danish’s birthday approached, the tension in Kavya's heart only continued to grow.
As the weekend approached, Danish and Aisha were preparing for their getaway in celebration of Danish’s birthday. Kavya had overheard bits and pieces of their conversation over the past week—the excitement in Aisha’s voice, Danish’s rare moments of enthusiasm. She had even seen Aisha packing a small suitcase, laughing with Danish about the plans they had made. It stung more than she cared to admit.
On the morning of their departure, Kavya stayed in her room, pretending to be busy while Danish and Aisha were getting ready to leave. The sound of their voices floated down the hallway, their laughter seeming to echo through the walls. Kavya felt a tightness in her chest, a familiar knot of jealousy she hadn’t been able to shake. She couldn’t help but imagine what their weekend away would be like—how they would spend their time together, far away from everything.
When the door finally clicked shut behind them, signaling their departure, Kavya let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the door for a long moment, feeling a wave of emotions wash over her. It was irrational, she knew, to feel this way about Danish when she was married to Rahul. But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, the jealousy and confusion wouldn’t go away.
Rahul was home that weekend, but it didn’t make a difference. He had been so wrapped up in his work lately that they barely spent any real time together. Even when he was around, there was a growing distance between them. That night, as they sat down for dinner, Rahul was busy checking emails on his phone, his mind clearly somewhere else.
Kavya barely touched her food, her thoughts consumed by the idea of what Danish and Aisha were doing. Were they lounging by a pool, sipping drinks together? Were they out exploring some beautiful, romantic location, just the two of them? The images in her mind became more vivid with each passing hour, and she hated herself for caring so much
Rahul glanced up from his phone, noticing Kavya’s silence. “Everything okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern, though his eyes quickly returned to his screen.
“Yeah,” she muttered, not really wanting to get into it. “I’m just tired.”
Rahul nodded absentmindedly, accepting her answer without further questioning. He went back to his work, completely unaware of the emotional storm brewing inside her. Kavya stared at him across the table, feeling a deep sense of frustration. Here he was, her husband, the man she had married and promised to love, and yet... she couldn’t connect with him anymore. Not the way she had connected with Danish.
That night, as Rahul slept beside her, Kavya lay awake in bed, her mind wandering to places it shouldn’t. She pictured Danish with Aisha, imagined how close they must be in that moment, and it gnawed at her. She couldn’t help but wonder if Danish was thinking about her at all, or if he had completely moved on. The thought of him being intimate with someone else, someone who wasn’t her, drove her mad.
Rahul, lying next to her, shifted in his sleep, oblivious to the turmoil raging inside Kavya. She glanced over at him, feeling a pang of guilt. This wasn’t fair to him. Rahul was a good husband—he had always been supportive, loving, even if he wasn’t the most attentive lately. But the reality was, Kavya couldn’t ignore the fact that something was missing. She didn’t feel the same spark with Rahul that she had felt with Danish, and it made her question everything.
She turned over, closing her eyes, trying to block out the thoughts of Danish and Aisha. But it was no use. All she could think about was them, about what they were doing at that very moment, and how it could have been her with Danish instead.
The next morning, Rahul suggested they spend the day together, but Kavya’s heart wasn’t in it. They went through the motions—brunch, a walk in the park, small talk—but it all felt hollow. Every time Rahul tried to engage with her, Kavya found herself distracted, her mind wandering back to Danish. She hated feeling this way, hated that she was so wrapped up in someone who wasn’t her husband, but the feelings wouldn’t go away.
By the time they returned home that evening, Kavya was emotionally drained. She retreated to her room, sitting on the bed, staring out the window as the sun set. Danish and Aisha would probably be getting back soon, and the thought of seeing them together again made her stomach churn. She didn’t know how she was going to face them, knowing how jealous she had been all weekend.
Rahul entered the room a little while later, looking exhausted from the day. He lay down beside her, reaching out to hold her hand. Kavya stiffened slightly at his touch, her mind still miles away.
“You’ve been quiet all weekend,” Rahul said softly, his voice filled with concern. “Is something bothering you?”
Kavya forced a smile, shaking her head. “No, just… a lot on my mind.”
Rahul didn’t push, sensing that she wasn’t ready to talk. He squeezed her hand gently before rolling over and drifting off to sleep. Kavya lay awake, her mind still fixated on Danish and what might have happened between him and Aisha over the weekend.
Her thoughts spiraled into frustration and confusion. She felt stuck, torn between the life she had with Rahul and the feelings she couldn’t suppress for Danish. It was all too much, and as the night dragged on, Kavya found herself questioning everything about her marriage, her desires, and the future she had thought was so certain.
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