The Rockstar and The Accountant

It is just another day in my married life, where I woke up early and prepared the breakfast to my husband and sitting in the balcony thinking about how my life has turned into a 360 degrees. A lazy smile formed on my lips when I looked at my reflection in the mirror adorned to the wall opposite to me. I can hear lazy footsteps from the stairs adjacent and I prepared myself to witness another impassive look from my husband. Even though our marriage happened all of a sudden, I am giving all my heart and soul to stay in the marriage but I can’t see any efforts from the other side. “Ramu kaka, where is the breakfast? I am getting late for my meeting” is what I heard when I stepped into the dining room. The expression on his face changed immediately as he looked at me, as if I am some creepy creature. I don’t know why he dislike me so much. He never spoke to me when we are alone other than those which I listened after our marriage took place. …… One year ago When I was getting ready to go to my office, my father called me and announced “Moksha you’re going to get married to Suhas Raj. The marriage will take place in a week, please take leave from the office for the same” Our family is old traditional family, where we still abide to whatever our Parents wish for. All my life, I have followed whatever my Father and Mother want from me. The only wish I have in life is to chose my profession, my life partner and my home. I still remember how upset my father was when I told him that I want to pursue Chartered Accountancy. He is so upset that he still won’t talk to me like he used to talk to me before. With all the efforts and dedication I put in, however I have completed the toughest course I feel and secured a job in one of the Big accounting firms. Everything is going on well in the life suddenly I had to hear this from Father. But if I think wisely, due to all the time spent in books, I don’t have a boy in my life whom I can show to the world as my “significant other”. So, if my parents want me to get married, I am fine. I just want to meet him once in person to understand. It is not like I don’t trust my parents but I just want to know that he is not forced to marry me. When I tried reaching him, he is unavailable the whole week. But I received a mail from him that he is awaiting for the marriage and happy to marry me. With his mail, I felt relieved that I am not going to be any burden in his life. A week followed we got married in court with immediate family members including My Parents and Brother and His Parents and Brother. Once we got married, we were forced by both the families to go spend some alone time in Maldives. I had a sick feeling that I did some mistake as I started receiving cold looks from my husband. I tried smiling at him whenever our eyes met. I felt like, all this marriage is big thing and he is tensed or something of that sort, so left the issue. Once we checked into our suite, I just wanted to talk to him freely asking him for some time to understand him, be friends and then fall in love with each other. Because I believe, for a true relationship and a family, trust and understanding is required and friendship and love are the ingredients. When I turned to look at him, I observed him taking the glares and his eyes are blood red. He immediately pinned me to the wall behind and shouted “WHY? WHY DID YOU MARRIED ME? DON’T YOU GET A HINT THAT I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED TO YOU, WHEN I REJECTED EACH OF YOUR MEETING INVITATIONS? YOU PROVED ME WRONG. DON’T EVER TALK TO ME. WE ARE STRANGERS WHO ARE GOING TO LIVE UNDER ONE ROOF. REMEMBER THAT.” It is an understatement that I was hurt. I am so badly hurt. I wanted to shout back and tell him that, I received a mail from him that he is happy with the marriage. So, I just opened to talk, “I received a mail from you that you are happy with the marriage” is what I said. But he didn’t look at me and strode towards his room. ………… Later I understood from his friends that the mail which I received is not written by him but one of his friends. From that day, I am giving my 100 percent into the marriage just because it should not be failed and both the families should be happy thinking that we both are happy. Eventhough he don’t speak to me, I will talk to him when it is necessary. “Ramu kaka, is not well. So, I asked him to take rest. Break fast is ready, I will just serve it.” Like always, I can see his impassionate look towards me when I am speaking. Encouraging my heart not to drown into a pool of sadness, I left the dining room and entered kitchen to get the breakfast. When I was serving the breakfast, I can hear the main door getting opened. I gritted my teeth knowing who is the guest. I stopped myself from glaring at her. “Baby why didn’t you call me in the morning?” saying those words, she kissed my husband’s cheek. “Good morning to you too Sneha. I thought you need the beauty sleep, that’s why didn’t call you” was the sweet reply she received. “Oh please Suhas, everyday you are telling like that only. I want to be with you all the time. I love you baby” is the b***h replied. I want to gag at her utter fakeness. She is the top model, Sneha Kumar, daughter of Om Kumar. Om Kumar is the owner of the popular music series. Both of them met in her father’s office when my husband and his friends got their music deal. Oh I forgot to mention, my husband, Suhas Raj is the popular musician and I am his namesake wife. They both are in relationship from more than a year. Yes, you got it right. He is with her when our marriage took place. Suhas’s parents didn’t like Sneha as their daughter in law, they feel she is not good for their son and they chose me. Not even them, I also feel that Sneha is a cunning b***h who is stuck with him for materialistic needs. But I am nobody to him to put some brains in to the handsome face of my husband. I was brought out of my mind sessions when my name was called out loud. “Moksha madam, will you serve me breakfast? Or are you dreaming of killing me to get Suhas” she mocked at me. I wish I could kill her. But my morals will go if I think of such cruel intentions. I expected atleast some thing from Suhas, when that lady devil is barking out orders. But its no use. I quietly served her breakfast and was going to change to my formals for going to office when she kept her foot in front of me for me to trip. I am a good person, but not that good to take anything rubbish. So, before leaving, I turned to Sneha and sweetly smiled at her. Both of them are confused at my expression. I took the hot sambar and poured some of it in Sneha’s plate telling “Try that with sambar Sneha dear. It will taste so nice” I can understand she is not able to digest my sweetness. Taking that as an opportunity I poured some of the liquid onto her wallet and sunglasses. I can hear loud voices of Sneha but I left from their flipping my hair at my small victory. Suhas is telling her to be calm but the b***h is yelling at me all the curses she know, as if I care. Before entering the stairs I just looked back to look that my husband is looking at me and I can’t understand the expression of his eyes, but I saw some spark which immediately left. I got ready and left to my office, where I will spend all my time into my work which I love to the core. This is the same routine my life experiences the past one year. As the days passed, Sneha’s behaviour is getting on my nerves but Ramu kaka used to be there who used to give me hope that my husband takes a stand for me on some day. I used to nod my head at his words for his satisfaction but I know Suhas never takes stand for me. “Moksha, why are you cooking when Ramu kaka is there. Do you really want to kill both of us by your horrendous cooking skills?” is Sneha’s take on the breakfast on a fresh Monday morning. I got super pissed at her for her comment. I like to cook and I like to experiment new dishes with some healthy ingredients. This time, I purposefully pour the sambar on her dress instead of her accessories. Of course, I got to hear her drama again. Sneha : “What will I wear now? I have a media interview in an hour. All of that is ruined by that bitch.” I was leaving to my room when I can hear their discussion in hushes. What shocked me is Suhas’s reply to her. “Don’t call her that ever. I will forget everything if you repeat this again” this sentence from him shocked me to the core. Why to bother all of a sudden, or am I imagining things? Anyways, I will become crazy if I stay there for long time. I wore an informal dress which is a body fitting long blue frock with glitter. I got myself ready with sunscreen and compact powder. I got my bag and descending the stairs when I heard a gasp. I expected it to be Suhas as he never saw me in such dress. But it turned out to be Sneha.