Ambivalence

The 'something missing' was you

Aaradhya's POV

I woke up to the sensation of a warm, firm body pressed against mine, and as I stirred, I realized it was my husband lying beside me, already awake and watching me.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly averted my gaze, burying my face in the soft comforter.

"Good morning," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

He responded with a nonchalant hum before rising from the bed. "I'll get freshened up. The maid will bring breakfast for you," he informed me casually.

"Uh, okay," I managed to reply, feeling a mix of confusion and uncertainty wash over me.

His demeanor seemed strangely detached, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was how men typically behaved after their first night together. The thought left me feeling unsettled as I contemplated what lay ahead.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling disoriented as I realized I was wearing his shirt. I couldn't recall when he'd put it on me, but right now, his behavior was worrying me.

With aching limbs, I reluctantly left the bed and got ready for the day, feeling soreness in places I hadn't expected. As I waited for Sharvansh to join me for breakfast, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

Hours passed, and there was still no sign of him. I sent him texts, but received no response. By late evening, frustration began to gnaw at me. I had so much I wanted to discuss with him, and yet he seemed to be avoiding me.

How could he just ignore me like this? 

As the clock ticked closer to 10 at night, frustration bubbled up inside me. I couldn't understand why Sharvansh was avoiding me, especially after our intimate night together. I had so many questions, so many things I wanted to discuss with him, and yet he hadn't responded to any of my texts.

The longer I waited, the more my irritation grew. 

How could he leave me hanging like this? 

My mind raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. Was he regretting what had happened between us? Was he avoiding me because he didn't want to face the consequences of our actions?

As the minutes dragged on, my anger turned to hurt. I couldn't shake the feeling of rejection, of being cast aside by the one person I had hoped would understand me. With each passing moment, my resolve to confront him only grew stronger.

I could feel the exhaustion weighing down on me, my eyelids growing heavier by the second. Suddenly, I felt someone lifting me, gently rousing me from my drowsiness.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.

"It's 1 o'clock," Sharvansh's voice responded softly.

I had slept for three hours. Three hours of waiting and wondering.

As he carefully placed me back on the bed, I grasped his collar, preventing him from leaving.

"What's going on with you? Are you intentionally ignoring me?" I demanded, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

"I'm just tired, Cherry. Can we talk about this tomorrow?" he replied wearily, his tone pleading for understanding.

"No, we're going to talk about it now," I insisted, refusing to back down.

"Listen—" he began, but I cut him off by climbing onto his lap, my determination evident in every movement.

"I need an explanation. Or have you lost interest in me after just one night together?" My words hung in the air, the weight of my uncertainty palpable between us.