Misha's POV:

It's been 72 hours, a full three days since I got married, yet my husband hasn't spoken to me or even spared me a glance. I've tried, oh, I've tried so much to talk, but he excels at what he does best – ignoring me!

The day after our marriage was incredibly hectic. Relatives and neighbors came to congratulate us, but unfortunately, they missed the chance to wish the newlywed groom as he wasn't home. Many guests were coming and going that day. I was exhausted, eagerly waiting for Varun to return. I wanted to talk, but exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep. In short, that day turned out to be completely wasted.

In the next two days, whenever I attempted to talk, he skillfully evaded me and my presence. An argument even erupted between him and Mom because she insisted he attend a 'Pooja,' a Jaisinghani tradition where the newlyweds participate. Varun adamantly declined, sparking a heated disagreement. Despite the tension, preparations for the ceremony continued. I wondered what would happen if Varun didn't show up.

"Why are you still awake? Aren't you sleepy?" Janvi asked as she spotted me in the living room.

"I'm waiting for your brother," I replied.

"Oh, I don't think you should wait. We don't know when he will return."

"I guess I'll still wait. It's something important," I said, noticing her weak smile.

"Alright. Don't stay up late, or I'll have to come and wake you," she warned with a laugh.

"Good night," she said before leaving.

Where is he? He usually comes home by this time, so why not today?

Feeling tired, I decided to rest and hoped Varun would come to take his clothes. Maybe I could talk to him then.

In the room, I sat on the bed, eyes glued to the door. Come soon, please. I took out my phone, looking at our wedding pictures. Not a single one captured Varun smiling; he seemed completely uninterested. I looked just okay in the pictures. The only person who seemed to have enjoyed the wedding was Siddhi. I wondered what she was doing now. I missed her; we haven't talked properly.

Varun entered the room, and I quickly dropped my phone. As always, he went to his closet, picked some clothes, and rushed to leave the room. No, no, no, I can't let him go this time.

"Varun, wait," I said, hopping out of bed and running to where he stood.

"We need to talk," I insisted, seeing him move ahead.

"Varun, please. I really need to talk," I pleaded.

"There's nothing to talk about," he replied, moving ahead. Thank goodness, at least he replied.

'There's nothing to talk about'—the first sentence my husband said to me.

"There is! Are we just going to pretend that we are not married, that you don't know me? That I'm no one to you?" I asked, seeing him turn around with anger on his face.

"Pretend? I'm not pretending anything. You, this marriage, really means nothing to me," he spoke, leaving me blank. I recalled his words.

"You, this marriage, really means nothing to me."

"It is just the result of you and your selfishness," he completed his sentence, shocking me. His words were like a sharp knife, stabbing my heart and breaking it into a million pieces.

"Why would you even say that?" was all that came out of my mouth. My selfishness? What did I do?

"You are really not worth talking to; you have already hurt me enough," he said, about to leave, but I stopped him yet again.

"Why would I even hurt you? When I love..." I stopped my own sentence. I had never said those words to anyone, and I never imagined saying them like this, in a situation like this.

"I always loved you, Varun. I still do. Why would I hurt you?" I asked, wiping my tears, while he chuckled.

"Love? Do you even know what love is?" he asked, looking at me in the eyes.

"You know what, if you truly loved me, you would have never agreed to marry me," he stated, and I felt my world collapse. What is he talking about?

"What do you mean?" I asked, and the reply I got left me in a state of crying and a confused mess.

"Why did you agree to this marriage? Wasn't I clear enough when I told you that I don't want to get married?"

"I was bound by my mother's promise not to break this marriage, and you were my only ray of hope. I thought maybe you actually liked me and would help me, but no, you decided to be selfish."

Wasn't he the one who agreed to this marriage after confessing not to marry? Wait, did he really agree, or... OMG, if he says that he didn't agree to this marriage, that means I have been fooled.

My whole body shook. This means I married him even though he never wanted to. I ditched him, but how am I supposed to say that it was not my mistake? In that case, it is my mistake as well. I should have asked him once again, which I never did. My God, I'm in really big trouble now.

"You wanted to be Mrs. Misha Varun Jaisinghani. Congrats. You got what you wanted, but trust me, you will be nothing to me."

"Varun," his name left my mouth.

"You will never be happy in this marriage, and I promise you that," he said, leaving me completely devastated.

"And now that you talked, give me my room back," he said and left.

Varun's POV:

"The pooja is tomorrow at 9 am. Be there on time," Dadi said to me, but I acted like I didn't hear anything and continued cutting my little baby's nails.

"Varun, I'm talking to you," she said a bit louder this time.

"I guess I already said that I'm not attending it."

"Varun."

"Dadi...we already discussed," I replied, watching her leave.

"Make him attend this pooja, anyhow," I heard her saying to Dad. He was back today morning, and here she is already ordering him to do things. Dad came and sat in front of me only after running his hand through Isha's head, making her giggle and showing her one little tooth.

"Varun?" Dad called.

"How was the meeting, Dad?" I asked before he could say anything.

"Good," he replied and sat there quietly.

"Are we not going to talk about it?" he spoke after a few minutes.

"Talk about what, Dad? All of you wanted me to get married, I did. Now please don't force me into things I don't want to do."

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and then continued.

"Well, I was talking about yesterday's match. India should have won it," he said, making a sad face, and I was left with nothing but laughter.

"Why are you like this, Dad?"

"Like what? You guys are boring. I'm not," he said, taking Isha from me and playing with her.

"I'm broke, Dad. My heart, my soul, everything's crushed."

"No, son. It's nothing like that. Why don't you think of it as something positive?" he tried to make me understand.

"Dad, please. We are not talking about it. I argued with Mom, now I don't want to do the same with you."

"Young man, did you hurt my wife?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I will apologize," I surrendered.

"Better. Go and do it now."

I got up and realized that Mom must be in the kitchen with that selfish person around her. I don't want to see her.

"Tell Misha I'm calling her."

"I'm not doing that," I replied and went away. As soon as I went in front of the kitchen, I saw that selfish person going out.

"Mom," I called, but she obviously ignored me.

"I'm sorry," I said, but still the same ignorance.

"Mom, please forgive me. I'm extremely sorry for what I did," I apologized.

"It's ok, even I'm sorry," she said, making me feel guilty.

"Mom, you don't have to. Please forgive me," I pleaded.

"If you really want my forgiveness, agree to sit in the 'Pooja' tomorrow; that's all your Dadi wants from you," she said, making me angry again.

"Ok. I will think about it," I replied and came out only to see Dad happily chit-chatting with the person I hate the most at this moment. Also, I don't like Isha around her; however, Dad handed my baby to her.

I was about to go and take Isha away from her but was stopped because of the doorbell I heard.

"I will get it," I said to Dad as I saw him getting up.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt my heartache. Tanvi's parents!

"How are you, my child?" asked her mom.

"I'm sorry," was all I replied until I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"I'm sorry that I failed you. I'm sorry that I failed her."

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