Divya"s POV -
I was startled to see Kaustubh standing at the door frame of our bedroom questioning me about what I was doing in our bedroom. Like I had just landed on the moon or something. And what is he doing here at lunch hours? Was he not at work, and why the hell did he want me to not open this box of his? I look at the box in my hand and look back at him with questioning eyes and now I don't want to hide away my emotions. I am sick and tired of trying to self-learn his issues and our situation. I am tired of making assumptions about him, while I, being his wife, don't know what my husband's true self is. I need answers now. I need his confrontation.
But I need to start this conversation a bit cooly.
"You are home early Kaustubh."
Scratching the back of his neck he looks at the f
