It was their second marriage anniversary Nandini was all dolled up in her pink saree, and had prepared a lavish spread for her husband.
The dining table was decorated with flowers and candles. And the house smelt of delicious food.
She knew, Manik would not want to go out, so she arranged everything at home.
“Hi baby, you are late again.” Nandini teased and greeted him with a beaming smile as he returned from work. And went on to hug him.
But Manik, he was drunk, again. He was too drunk to see anything. The arrangements, how gorgeous she looked, how she smiled at him. Nothing. His vision was blurry.
“Don't touch me.” He smacked at her. Just like that. Just like every other day, since past six months or so.
He staggered to his room, leaving Nandini alone, and slept!
Nandini was heart
