At evening, Siddhu came home and saw the whole dining table decorated with his favorite food. He smiled and walked to their room and saw her still asleep and became dull. "Kab se so he rahi hai? Seriously? Kya ho kya gaya isay?" he muttered under his breath and went to her and placed his finger below her nose. He took a sigh of relief after feeling her breath. "Thank God," he said and began to leave, just then she held his hand. He looked behind at her and saw her eyes open, they were bloodshot and swollen, he creased his eyebrows.

"Kya hua tumhari aankhon ko?" he asked. "Kuchh nahi," she said, he sat near her and moved her hair strands from her face. "Sach sach batao kya hua hai? Kya tum roti rahi ho? Kiun aankhein laal hain itni?" he asked and she sat up. "Kuchh nahi, kaha na," she said and stood up and went to the washroom. "Ajeeb hai yaar, kiun aisay weird behave kar rahi hai? Kuchh batati bhi nahi, itni reserved kiun ho gayi hai ye?" he said to himself. She came out of the washroom with wet face and wiped her face.

"Yaar dekho agar ab tak uss baat se gussa ho na, toh main kuchh nahi kar sakta, seriously, yaar uss din shoot chal raha tha, koi pehli baar thori aisi shoot kar raha tha," he said and she ignored him and began to leave the room walking past the bed. He stood up and held her arm carefully. "Tum sun bhi rahi ho ke nahi?" he asked and she made him leave her arm and walked out of the room. He followed her. They sat on the dining table. She began eating as soon as she sat there. "Shreenidhi, dekho, please ek baar mujh se baat toh karo, kya ignorance laga rakhi hai?" he asked.

"Kya baat karoon? Kya sunoon main? Ab samajh aa raha hai ke mujhe kaise lagta hai jab tum mujhe ignore kartay ho? Lagi na dil par baat?" she asked while chewing. "Haan, lagti hai mujhe dil par baat, chubh raha hai andar se mujhe, aai samajh, ignore karne ki toh sochna bhi mat," he said sternly. "Achha? Kiun na sochoon? Jis insaan ko kabhi meri fikar nahi thi, aaj us ko itni fikar ho pari hai, kiun bhy? Aisa kya hua? Laat pari ho gi bahar waalay ki, is liye na," she said raising her eyebrows.

"What the hell? Ab tum mujh par extra marital affair ka ilzaam laga rahi ho? Seriously Nidhi?" he asked angrily. "Pehli baat toh ye ke mera naam Shreenidhi hai, mujhe Nidhi sirf meri family bulati hai, tum mujhe Nidhi nahi bula saktay, samjhay? Aur haan ilzaam laga rahi hoon, mujhe poora yakeen hai kuchh toh aisa hua he ho ga," she said. "Oh hallo, husband bhi family hota hai, main bhi tumhari family hoon, okay, aur haan, koi extra marital affair nahi mera, kab se khud khaaye ja rahi ho, ek baar banda poochhta toh hai na ke nahi," he said.

"Kiun? Haath nahi hain tumhare? Nikaal lo na," she said and he sighed and dished out food for himself as well. "Family humesha tum ko sirf maine maana tum ne nahi, now that you're getting the taste of your own medicine, you're also getting to know it's bitterness," she said. "Achha, toh ye kar rahi ho kab se? Mera lehja mujh par apna rahi ho, mujhe waisa feel kara rahi ho, okay, try me, mujhe bhi feel hota hai, feel nahi hota na toh care dikhata he nahi, main sirf care dikhata he nahi hoon care karta bhi hoon," he said. She went from there.

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At evening, Shreenidhi was standing at the balcony. He came and stood beside her. She looked at him sadly. "Kiun karti ho baar baar aisay? Naraz kiun rehti ho? Kya karoon mein jis se ye narazgi door ho gi?" he asked and she looked away from him. "Baar baar kiun bataun? Ek dafa mein samajh kiun nahi aata? Main khush us waqt hoti hoon jab tumhare pas hoti hoon, tumhare saath hoti hoon, us moment mein bas silence aur sukoon hota hai aur kuchh bhi nahi hota," she told him.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I am here with you," he said and she yanked away his arm. "Aisay nahi, bed pe, jab hum saath sotay hain, lekin tumhe na clinging nahi pasand, aur tum mana kartay ho ke main tum se cling na karoon, cuddle na karoon, kiun ke tum se soya nahi jata na," she said sadly. "Aray? Bas itni si baat? Chalo," he said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders again and she didn't even move an inch. "Chalo na," he insisted and she walked further with him.

He took her to their room and stopped at the bed. She looked at him and then at the bed. "Kya ho gaya? Achha achha, like that, ohhh, haha," he said laughingly making her smile. He bent down and lifted her in his arms and made her lie on the bed. "Oh no, yaar galat jagah lita diya tum ko, asal mein na tum udhar lait'ti ho na, tum ek kaam karo na, tum roll ho jao na us taraf," he said. "Kitni baar?" she asked. "3 4 baar," he told her. "3 ya 4?" she asked. "4," he said.

"Pakka?" she asked him. "Haan pakka," he said and she rolled. "1," she counted and rolled again. "2," she counted for second time and rolled again. "3," she counted for third time and rolled again. "4, ahhh," she counted for fourth time and rolled again and fell from the bed. He rushed to her. "Are you okay? Nidhi, bula sakta hoon na?" he asked holding her shoulders. "Haan woh toh theek hai lekin giraya kiun mujhe?" she asked laughingly. "Sorry, mujhe laga 4 times he roll karna hai," he replied and he also laughed. "Tumhe seriously lagi nahi na?" he asked cupping her cheek. "Nahi pagal, kiun lagay gi? Halka sa toh giri hoon na," she said and they hugged each other tightly and lied on the floor.