Continuation :

Naina's Pov :

I woke up with the heavy sounds of thunders, I guess shlok has left the windows open and my gaze instantaneously fell on the scenario outside. I guess a storm is going to hit, I called the house keeping but to my utter shock no one had received my call. It feels too unusual that no one is responding to my calls, if shlok will ever discover this he wouldn't give a second thought in firing them all.

I slowly got up from my bed and made my way towards the opened windows, dark clouds are rapidly consuming the sky welcoming the heavy droplets of rain to hit the ground. Suddenly a wave of sadness hit me thinking about anjali, i hope she is fine and safe.

And what about shlok where has he been, its almost night but there is no sign of him. Usually he returns by 4 in the evening and share the evening tea with me. As soon as i hit the green button on my phone to call and ask about his whereabouts, i heard the faint sound of his caller tune. With no choice i followed the sound of the caller tune and ended up myself in the hallway.

An utter sensation of fear ran down my body as soon as i witnessed the dark hallway. "Shlok, are you there?". Why everything seems too abnormal "shlok, can you hear me?" with careful steps I reached to the place where switches are located. With a great hurry I switched on all the switches.

The whole room illuminated in seconds killing the darkness as well as the fear in me. But panic struck me immediately when i saw Shlok with his bloodshot eyes and a open bottle of wine in his left hand. His whole demeanor looks too dangerous as if a hungry and angry lion is waiting for it's prey. Fear ripped my whole existence when I realized that those bloodshot eyes were actually too busy in starring at me.

"Shlok, are you ok...why are yo..."

"SHUT UP...JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP...shhh" he roared with his right hand index finger placed on his lips.

I backed out few steps with the terror of him. What's wrong with him...why is he acting like this now? Is it because of Anjali? Does he know of about her already? Or should I say it now?

My head started throbbing with all the questions bombarding it. "Shlok, please listen to me first its not what you are thinking"

His head suddenly raised up showing his dismay all over his face "didn't i ask you to be quiet Naina? here i am trying soo hard to not to hurt you and there you are provoking me with all your useless words"

"no, no shlok, please listen to me first....."

"QUIET....I SAID QUIET....actually COME HERE" screeched he by indicating a spot right in front of him where he expecting me to be but only I know how dangerous it is to me to be that close to him when he is not in his senses.

"I SAID COME HERE DAMN IT" with that he broke the empty wine glass bottle in his hand making it to shatter into uncountable pieces. The next moment he stormed towards me like an angry wolf and dragged me along with him leaving me with no other choice except to follow him.

My foot were burning in pain with all the tiny glass pieces piercing into them. I jerked his hand to free myself and my dropped tired self on the floor to inspect my injured feet. "Are you mad? why do you always have to hurt me? can't you speak with me like a civilized person?"

"hahaha....haha...hahah" he started laughing like a maniac as if he totally lost his conscience "People can only see the physical hurt but what about the one which is engraved on their heart?" he spoke emphasising last two words by punching his fist on the place where his heart is located.

"Everyone says that you are an angel in disguise but why you only choose me to show your other side."

"What are speaking shlok...is it about Anjali? she is with the person whom she loves the most."

"NO...she is with the person who wants to destroy me and he is also the one whom my wife secretly admires. Isn't it, that is the reason why you always dance on his tunes. But now i had enough of you, every time i thought you would change at some point, but no I was totally wrong. Chameleons can never stick to one color. Am I right Miss. Naina Talwar" he stated inhumanely.

He came immensely near to my tear stricken face "I need you out of my house....NOW"

That's it, i lost it as i cried for my life, for everything that's happening with me. When i heard the news of my baby's death, I thought there wont be any other news as such which is capable of breaking my heart. But no I was totally mistaken, there is actually an other one which is waiting for me to stick at my face.

Sometimes I feel God to be very cruel as whenever I think that the harder phase of life had just passed away something greater than that collides with me leaving me with much more greater damage.

I was alarmed when a bundle of paper struck my face and fell in my lap. "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" these bold letters were on the top of those papers. I looked in his direction only to see him drinking more. Now what should I do, is it better to do whatever he is demanding of and to save my whatever sanity is left or should i fight for my relationship.

If I sign these papers then it will be like I am accepting the mistakes which he wrongly accused me of but the big question is that do I have any strength left in me to fight this monster back.

"Naina, you know I am not a patient man" slowly I got on to my wobbling legs with the divorce papers in my hands, I walked towards the coffee table and signed them as few tears had tumbled on the papers making them wet, the witness of my inner agony.

This is it, everything is over. The sacred relationship between me and the man sitting in front of me had been cruelly broken. "Sacred....was it ever been sacred, nope it has always been a dominant and a submissive relationship where he just forces me to do things which I am not at all ready to do.

"Here take this and write how much ever you want. At least I should pay a proper amount for the nights I had with you" he smirked while throwing a big insult on my character and soul.

A blank cheque came flying towards me making myself to feel disgusted about the times where I had purely loved him with selfless feelings and gave my everything to him. All the left over affection and love left in me for him has been crushed with the words he had uttered about me.

With a sad smile adoring my face i picked up the cheque with which he thought of pricing my soul and approached him in spite of the shooting pain in my feet. This pain is a continuous remainder of his cruelty towards me, in fact it has always been a kind of friend to me ever since I married him. And at this moment this pain is the one helping me to not to soften up even a bit in front of this spineless man.

I placed the cheque on the table beside him and caressed his cheek for one last time cause all that I can see now is a child like person misjudging the people around him but the destiny is one cruel bitch which will definitely show its cruel face at some point of his life and fill him up with immense regret for his actions. As I see myself as a person who cares about him, I feel sad for whatever that is stored for him in future.

"Shlok, please don't say things as such. I am your wife and whatever we had between us was too sacred. So I beg of you to not to speak rubbish about it" a cruel smirk crept it's way on his face. I was suddenly pulled on to his lap "But you were always a bed warmer for me baby, and I don't give much preference to a whore's words, my darling wife".

"What do you think that I had fallen for your charms and will do whatever you say?" he squeezed my cheeks in between his fingers.

"But yeah...I should accept that you were always a good fuck." he is brutally throwing insults at me with no mercy, how can he think like that about me. Doesn't he know what am I even after spending these many months with me.

I don't know what to feel for this person at this moment. An unbeatable pain is killing me from one side and on the other I was battling whether is it worth to cry over some stupid words spoke by an idiotic and senseless man.

I wanted to defend him soo badly but some very known ache in my heart is refusing me to speak up against his accusations. I was intensely looking at him with all the vunerable feelings clearly showing on my face, so atleast then he would realize his misatkes.

He slowly dipped his face in the crook of my neck and started licking it. "I guess I can use your service one last time." A sudden nauseating feeling arose in me and with a full force I pushed him with whatever energy left in me and ran from there. Ran from the place which I called as a home until few minutes back, until the moment my husband equalized me with a prostitute and tried paying me off. He didn't just hurt me, in fact he broke me into very tiny pieces by making me to look too cheap in my own eyes. With a heavy heart I made my way towards an unknown destiny, but yeah inspite of the destiny being unknown it is never going to involve him.