I was seating on the dining table with lost in my thoughts. The things I never wanted to accept. I was waiting for him from last two hours stomping my one feet on the floor frustrated. The bad habits of mine.
I was continuously looking at the door for his arrival. It was late now. Maybe he had a work today. Disappointing I stood up from the chair to make my way to my room but halted when I heard the door's unlocking sound. I hurried to the chair with a glass of water. Pretending not to care. But I was watching his every move.
He directly sauntered in the kitchen with some packets. And started serving himself. He gestured me to eat with him but I wasn't starving so I didn't said anything. Once he finished his dinner then he went to the washroom for freshen up. He came out in his black V
