I am in my husband's room, searching for my phone but I can't find it. A voice behind me startles me, "If you are searching for my cigarette packets and alcohol bottles, I have already learnt the lesson of not keeping it in this house ever again," I jump almost a foot, surprised by his entry. My lower part pains. When did he come here anyway?
I look at him with a raised eyebrow. He is still avoiding eye contact. He thinks that while doing this with me, I am getting hurt but he doesn't know that he is hurting himself in the process. He is such a kid! Trying to hurt me when he is ready to hurt himself...
He says, "Ritvik wants to talk to both of us about something. I have ordered the breakfast. Come and let's eat together."
I simply nod my head, expecting him to make eye contact, just for
