"But it's not your baby so why are you doing this? Why is your family so nice? Why are we pretending everything is fine when it's not?" I said and left the room and went upstairs to the terrace.

I have always loved their terrace. It has plants. They have all kinds of plants here. Some cute tomatoes and flowers of different kinds.

I stood on the edge and placed my hands on the balcony as I let my thoughts consume me. He could not just act like everything was fine. Already everyone's behaviour is pissing me off and I just don't know how to deal with this anymore, in fact, I don't even know how to deal with him!  I don't know how I am going to let him inside my life and I just don't understand how he is okay!?

How can someone be okay with something as bizarre as this? How is he even so calm? I am freaking out. My mind is not working properly. I can't digest how okay they are with me. I know I am overthinking but this is odd.

Why are these people so weird or am I the weird one? Why do they think that I am okay with everything that is happening? Why is Varun acting all good and interested? It's just today that we got married and already these many things are happening.

I spent some time on the terrace and only got down when I was called by my mother-in-law. and when I went down my eyes immediately clashed with Varun's. I looked away.

They all started eating but I could not. Not a single morsel is going inside my mouth. His sister-in-law noticed this.

"I know it's hard to eat but please have something. You will do no good to your baby if you don't eat."

I looked at her and nodded my head. I felt eyes on me as I tried to eat. It was hard. But the food was really tasty. I couldn't help myself but eat some more.

"Varun, she did not complete her food, take some from her plate and eat." I heard my mother-in-law say and immediately gripped my plate hard.

"You want to eat more?" he asked when I noticed that I was not giving him my plate to serve himself the rest of the food.

"Maha it's fine. We don't waste food in our homes and we share it among ourselves. Right, Varun?" my mother-in-law said making me look at him.

He just nodded took my plate and served himself some food.

These people are weird. They are so....??? I don't know, it feels very weird to see them so bonded I guess. Because that's not how it works in my family.

There we don't even talk to one another properly. No. They talk among themselves and not to me. It always has been like that. I was always the ignored child in my family and to receive such attention from these people here is making me anxious.

Even in my first marriage, nobody accepted me. Not fully. I always lived in shadows and the limelight makes me anxious. It makes me nauseous.

I gave Varun my plate and went to wash my hands. But I did not leave the room yet. To not look like a brat. I stayed a little away from them though and removed the plates when they were done though my mother-in-law was hell bent on not making me work. But I felt like I was there to do nothing and it kind of made me feel insecure about myself. Because in my home there's only recognition when you do some work.

After dinner, we again sat in the living room for some chitchat. They mostly talked about the entire day and some childhood memories of Varun and his brother. Varun's brother was not interested in the Army but rather in business. So he went that side and Varun was stuck up on getting into the Army since he was a kid. Upon the mention of his previous profession, he looked slightly uncomfortable but the conversation flew like that.

Soon it was time. Time for sleeping and once we are inside the room I started noticing how he functions. Even with his stick, he still finds it hard to walk. He is on the same pants since this morning so I assume he has to change now. I don't know why my heart soured upon thinking how he might have felt. He won't be able to remove that on his own so when he sat on the bed I immediately bent down and held the end of his pants when he gripped my hand tightly and dragged me up.

I can feel the fear in my entire body when I felt his grip on me and a scream left my mouth when I am faced with his stoic face right in front of me.

"Who told you to do that for me?" he whispered. His anger can be heard through his voice and can be seen through his eyes.

"Did I ask you?"

I shook my head sideways indicating no.

"I do not need your help." he said stressing on 'not' making me frown.

I said nothing as he got up and picked his crutch and walked to the washroom. I heard some groaning and huffing in the washroom and within half an hour he was out wearing a lungi and a t-shirt. I looked him as he plopped himself on the bed.

"Look, you are pregnant and I can't sleep on the floor due to my injuries, but even in sleep, in intoxication, in the most bizarre situations, I vow to you that I will never, ever, under any circumstance lay a finger on you, if I do, it either would to save you or help you."

I did not say a thing instead picked up the comforter and lay on the side that was not occupied assuming this was my side now.

Soon, the lights were turned off. And the bed was dipped.