"Hendra... I'm waiting downstairs, they're already waiting in the living room," someone who stood at the door smiled, saying goodbye with a soft intonation.
"Hey... I'm not going anywhere... just going downstairs," Mahendra hugged him from behind. His right hand caressing his wife's stomach.
"I don't want to be alone, I want to come with you," she was acting like a spoiled child for reasons she hid. Aruna used to be too indifferent to her husband. However, now she was increasingly aware of her position as a wife, as someone who had rights above all rights over her husband, besides God, certainly. This possessiveness sometimes needed to be tested. She felt that she had to do this, to make the others know there was a clear line. So those who coveted her position, realized her existence was not as trivial as their delusions.
_Nana_
Aruna's intuition led her to become more sensitive to the things she used to take for granted.
