As he drove, the rain started pouring down. He couldn't even see the way ahead… but he was sure about the destination. That was reaching his wife. Just like how he has to reach his wife's heart, with an unclear path.
Seeing a restaurant on his way… he stopped the car on the side of the road and ran inside. He ordered food for her and got it packed. Fearing that the food would cool down, he protected the package in his coat as he ran towards his car. Keeping it safely in the passenger seat, he continued to drive.
When he finally had reached the hospital, it was already late. He went quickly to her ward. He saw that her family was sleeping outside. Rahul called a nurse and asked whether Laya ate or not. When he got a negative answer, his eyes narrowed at her family members. But he ignored the disturbances, about her family and entered the ward without knocking.
There he saw his angel of life… Laya standing near the glass window as she stared at the pouring night.
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[I felt this particular situation would be great if it's in the first-person point of view. Sorry for the sudden change of writing style. But this will turn back to normal once this scene has ended.]
Laya's pov…
As I woke up, I noticed it was already late. Feeling hungry I decided to call a nurse… but quickly remembering the presence of my family, I didn't want to call them. I just don't want to see their faces or listen to their words.
I trusted them so much and even allowed them to make decisions for the most important part of my life. And even my brother Arjun…. I feel so betrayed.
I endured everything for the sake of the Pasupuleti family's reputation. But what did I get in return? All I got is their hate.
Maybe I don't deserve to be loved by anyone. That's the reason God was reminding me of all of these things.
But for once, I want to be selfish and wish for myself. I want to wish to god, that I want to stay happy at least for a few years. I want to live a carefree life. I want to live a life where no one calls me a sinner, a bad omen, and a family destroyer.
I don't know how I got that name but I know I got the name when my brother died. Am I that hateful that God took away all of it from me?
Sometimes… I feel too tired of everything. I feel like quitting, but I am not a coward to quit my life at such a young age. I need to eat delicious food all over India and have to start my company. And have two children. That looks good. But if I need to do all these, I need freedom from both families.
I need to leave him. But how?
[Divorce.] Something back in her mind said to her.
Yes! Divorce! It's the best thing she could do.
I need to ask him to divorce me. I will need to ask my friend to provide a place for me before I settle down comfortably. But for that, I need my phone. For some reason, Rahul stopped calling me. Apart from him, no one would call me. So, I stopped using my phone too. From the start, I am an introvert. Maybe I am scared of people or so. But whenever I go near people, they would avoid me like a plague and in addition to that, I was insulted. To avoid those toxic words and toxic insults, I stayed away from them. But…. It just so happened that the people who insult me are the majority.
Feeling a headache coming my way, I decided to watch the nightlife of Hyderabad from my window.
Standing up… I walked slowly towards the glass window it was then I heard the sky rumble. Soon… it started raining. Standing there I looked outside, I wanted to go out and watch the rain from the balcony but I have no energy to take another step. I didn't realize till now, that I am this weak. I couldn't even stand properly, my legs are shivering due to the small exercise. My lips curved upwards involuntarily realizing how fragile I became. I found a stool near me and staggered there with my wobbly legs. Finally, after settling down… I felt relief. My heart is thudding inside my ribcage as if I have done an arduous exercise. That is when I realized… I need to take proper care of my health as no one would care about it.
I plan to stay in the hospital for few days before getting discharged. After that, I shall return to that hell and retrieve those documents somehow and the gold I brought from my maternal family and some money. So that I can assure myself that I won't starve to death. And I have to start my own company before that I need to work somewhere. Meanwhile… I need to contact a lawyer to get divorced from that animal.
My thoughts got interrupted when I heard a high-pitched rumbling sound from the sky. I watched how the water drops kissed the ground with their pitter-patter noises. When the raindrop kissed the ground it split into even minute drops as if showing the ground in its happiness.
I don't why, but I feel like this rain was mocking me heavily and my current situation. Or I don't? Am I just overthinking? I slowly went into a trance as I watched the rain. I concluded that the rain makes pitter-patter sounds because of their happiness due to their reunion. The sky couldn't meet the earth in the summer, I guess they cherish every single moment when they are together. The only chance for them to be together is through the rain. And those rumbles of thunder, as well as the lightning, are the joyful responses of the sky.
I don't why I am making this stupid theory, but the longer I see it all the longer it made sense to me. Placing my open palm on the glass window, I let the coldness pass through my body as I tried to numb my body and my heart from all the things I am facing.
As I let the coldness seep into me… again my thoughts drifted. I wondered whether my thoughts and plans would work out or not.
I can only pray to Lord Shiva that my plans would work out and come to fruition.
"Eshwara[Oh Lord Shiva]… Help me out of this hell," I mumbled.