1 year before

"When did this happen? You did not even think of asking me first?" I said, suddenly really angry. Everything was fine, we were coming back from a nice dinner date but he decided to spring this news on me.

"We finalized it all just today, baby. Come on, it's just three months. What's the big deal? I will come here to see you as often as I can and you can fly over there," he said and held my hand.
"It's good for business, for us."

As he parked in the garage, I stormed out of the car and into the house. A thing like moving to another state is some news you share with your wife from the very beginning. Not when everything is already finalized and he has already decided he is moving.

"Mira, I think you are overreacting,"his voice came from downstairs as I was changing in the bedroom. A minute later, he came inside the room. "Will you have a proper discussion, Mira? We are having a conversation here."

"Alright," I sat down. "Let's talk. So tell me Aman, why didn't you just decide to tell me after reaching Mumbai? Why two weeks early, hhhm? You could have just gone there, set up your whole business and then you should have told me that you are going to be living there."

He nodded his head at my sarcastic jibe. "Mira, I won't go there if you want, alright? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, go on. Make me feel guilty. Make me feel like the person who is coming in between your dreams."

"I'm not doing any such thing. Look after these three months, I will come back and then I will have to go there for just a week every month. Come on, Mira. After what happened," he came closer and brushed his hand softly on my stomach, "I finally feel fine enough to start working ahead. And who knows if someone will sponsor us again? This is a big break for the business, Mira. You know that."

"You feel fine? What about me?" I asked, suddenly really close to tears.

"It's good for us both, a fresh start. You have started going back to work again anyway. And what's the big deal anyway? I will visit as often as I can. You can come there too,"

**

PRESENT

Aman's Point Of View

I decided to bring her back here because I really thought she would want a one last look. But mostly because maybe all our memories will rush back to her just like me. I am just hoping most of them are the good ones.

I miss us. I miss the old times. I miss sharing a bed with her. I know she does too. But she isn't going to admit it easily. But I know how to read her face. I can tell what mood she is in just by the change in her tone. She said she didn't mind me seeing another girl right now, she was acting like she wanted to encourage me to see her but I knew better. It bothered her. She can't stand to see me with someone else.

She isn't ready to be with anyone else herself either. Then, Mira? Why the gap? There was no winning with her overthinking head.

Maybe somewhere it was my fault too. But I just didn't think anything was that bad that she would want a divorce. That's the part that hurts me the most.

She is checking out one of the living room walls where our pictures together our hung up in frames. There are pictures from when we first met, our wedding, family pictures and all.

"Do you want any of these?" I ask her but I know what her answer is. She is going to say no but I know she clearly wants to keep them all. I don't understand why she needs to put the tough girl act. I don't understand why she feels it is important to move on from me. Sometimes I want to ask her, just sit her down and clear out everything. Where did I go so wrong that she wanted to end our marriage?

But then I don't. Because, I tried my best. I can't fight with her mind. It had already decided that I was going to leave or hurt her. Even when we began dating she just wouldn't trust in our relationship completely. There was just no winning. She decided she knew best and her main belief was that everything ends.

I thought I changed her mind when five years later, we got married. But I guess I failed and that makes me really sad. I did my best and now, I am just too tired. She was adamant on the divorce so I guess I decided to do what she wanted in the end. Maybe that's when she was going to be completely happy but my grandmother intervened, even though I told her a lot of times that living together again was a bad idea.

I still am not sure whether it was a good or a bad idea. I guess we will see.

"No, thanks anyway," she replies. I see the time, it was about lunch.

"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked, realizing I was hungry myself. I knew the answer to this too. She just won't admit what really is going on in her head. I don't know but even in after being together so long, she still was a little shy and conscious around me. I thought it was cute but sometimes I got annoyed, just tell me what you want. I'm your husband for god's sake.

Was.

"I'm fine," she said. I ignored her and ordered some food, for her too anyway. I knew she was going to eat.

When we were newly married, about a month later she took a lot of time in the bathroom at night then she usually did. I got worried a little so I called out.

"Mira, are you okay in there honey?"

"Yea..aah," she said nervously. I got curious. Why was she sounding so nervous?

Slowly she opened the door and came out and jumped up on the bed immediately as if she didn't want me to see her.

"Let me look at what you are wearing," I said and observed. She was dressed in pink PJs.

"Look, I knowwww..this is far from sexy but ...." she began her nervous ranter. Whenever she was conscious about something about herself like her outfit, she would give a really long explanation for it. I would hardly listen to it because I knew she was just being silly.

"I can't always...," she continued but I stopped her by kissing her. She looked so sweet and cute, she was being an idiot. I told her a multiple times that she didn't need to be conscious around me.

Last time she was this conscious at night when she wore lingerie for the first time. She gave some long ass explanation for that too.

I wasn't listening though, my eyes were distracted enough.

As I stopped kissing her and looked her in her eyes, her nervousness slowly faded and she started smiling. I loved it when she smiled. Especially because of me.

She slowly brought my face closer to hers again, clearly regaining confidence and kissed me again.

I should stop reliving the memory at the kiss itself or else if I go further and something gets excited, then Mira would get totally wrong idea about why I got her here.

At this thought I smile to myself and she catches that. "What's so funny?" she asks.

"Nothing," I say. "Who are you texting?" I notice that her phone was out for quite some time and she was typing something every now and then.

"A friend," she says and I stop the urge to ask who. Someone delivered roses to her this morning. I don't know who but I think it's her model friend, Raven. Last time I met him at the bar when he had gotten Mira drunk.

I resisted the urge to punch him, he was handling a woman not just any woman but someone who was emotionally troubled and drunk. He should have shown some responsibility. If he was the one who sent the flowers then I don't he is up to any good.

But Mira isn't going to believe me. She is just going to think that her friend is really sweet and is trying to cheer her up. She is the worst when it comes to judging people. She never trusted me because she had been hurt by a lot of people before. But when I try to protect her from getting hurt again, she would just excuse me of being possessive.

If I warn her about Raven, she will think I am being possessive again. She just wouldn't think why this man never tried to cheer her up before. I mean, she has been upset ever since we separated. Why didn't he try then? Now he is sure, she is single so he is being all prince charming.

But will she listen to me? She is too stubborn for her own good.

The door bell rings and she gets startled, keeping her phone on the coffee table.

"Who could this be?" she asks me curiously.

"You were busy texting. I ordered some lunch for us both," I reply.

"I told you I didn't want any food," she said and crosses her arms. "Well let me go pay and before I can stop her she rushes towards the door and I here the buzz of her phone."

I just want to see who is it that she is texting. That's not wrong.

Or is it?

I hear her rummaging in her purse for money and talking to the delivery guy about not putting in oregano. I see a chance and pick her phone up. I have known her phone password for years unless she changed.

She didn't.

Through the notifications I read,

RAVEN

Dinner tonight. The Shangri-La. South City. Drinks and food on me. You in?

I quickly keep her phone down. She comes back with boxes of pastas and garlic bread. I go the kitchen to grab us some plates and everything else.

What if she goes?

I just don't trust him.

What do I do?