Sanyukta woke up with sweat dripping from her chin and the memories of her nightmare playing over and over in her mind.

It was like that every night.

Ever since the accident, she has been getting nightmares about her mom dying in front of her.

Wiping the sweat off of her face, she sighed and shifted her gaze to her phone, which was sitting on the nightstand.

She then noticed the mother's day card she made, lying beside her phone.

'This was in my suitcase, how did it get here?' she thought, taking it up.

It felt a bit sticky, as if someone added glue on it. Curiously, Sanyukta opened the card only to find pictures of her and her mom neatly pasted on each page under the small quotes she wrote.

Something wasn't right. Neither did she take out the card nor was she finished making it. It was puzzling to her but at least the card was finished and she just had to wait for mother's day.

She placed the card back on the night stand and checked her phone for the time.

"Well, I have an hour to spare," she said to herself, getting lazily out of bed, yawning.

'Hold on a minute, after Soham left yesterday, you came back here and wore the mangalsutra and he met you yesterday and said nothing. Is he bipolar or something?' her mind told, making her wonder.

After freshening up, she stood in front of the mirror, hesitating to wear her mangalsutra.

What if this time he yells at her?

Pushing her thoughts aside, she wore it anyway, ready to face whatever yelling she might get.

Sanyukta walked to his room to check on him as usual but as she opened the door it bumped against something, or most likely someone.

She peeped inside only to see Soham sleeping on the floor, curled up like a baby.

She sighed, wondering why was he doing this to himself and if doing this doesn't hurt him.

She slipped through the small space the door provided and stepped over him, going inside.

Sanyukta kneeled down to his level and stared at his innocent, peaceful face which hid many emotions behind it.

It was the first time after they get married she was seeing him sleep so peacefully even though he was on the floor.

Her eyes scanned his room, looking on the blank white walls and black curtains and furniture but her eyes stopped on the glue stick which was on his nightstand.

Glue stick? So does that mean he was the one who finished the mother's day card for her?

Pushing that aside until he wakes up, she tried to help him up despite knowing that he was wasn't light and wasn't easy to lift up for her not so strong arms.

Soham slowly opened his eyes, feeling himself being moved by a pair of arms which was struggling badly.

His eyes met hers, with shock and nervousness moving around in them. He felt her arms around his torso, gripped tightly and his body close to hers.

"What are you going?" he asked.

"Trying to help you up." She looked on him with an awkward smile, contemplating with herself on whether or not she should let him go or not.

Noticing that he was on the ground, he stood up, making her automatically remove her hands.

"You fell asleep there last night," she told broking the awkward silence between them.

"Oh yeah, I was doing some office work until around 2:25 am and I remembered-" before he could finish, she cut him off.

"You remembered seeing the unfinished mother's day card I made and you finished it for me."

"So you noticed." He walked away and went to his closet, to take out his suit which was either black and white or blue and white.

"Thanks." She smiled, looking on him though he wasn't looking on her, with her hands slipped into her pockets.

'I think him slipping his hands in his pockets have rubbed off on me,' she thought, chuckling at herself softly.

Though he couldn't see she her, he knew she was smiling behind of him.

Honestly, he himself didn't know why he did that? He hasn't been nice to anyone after the death of his grandfather. Kindness was what he never knew after loosing him.

"But why though? You being yourself, never do these type of things so why?" Sanyukta asked out of the blue.

"I guess maybe because mother's day is coming up so I wanted to finish yours along with mine."

He walked over to the bathroom and twisted the knob of the door, but he stopped and turned to face her. "Don't expect anything like this again."

Saying that he went inside the bathroom and closed the door, making her eyes pop open with an idea playing in her mind.
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Soham walked into the dinning room only to see three plates of food on his side of the table.

Each dish was perfectly made and placed neatly alongside each other on the well set table.

"Shanti, I told you already to not make so much food for me. You know I am not going to eat all of it," he said loudly so that the cook in the kitchen can hear, as he sat around the table.

"Not Shanti, Sanyukta," she spoke loudly, making his head shoot up in shock.

"Sanyukta why? Why are you forcing yourself to be my wife? Why are you forcing yourself in my life when I don't want you in it?" he shouted, getting up angrily. "Why do you care for me so much? Why is it so important to you that I don't hurt myself?"

"Neither am I forcing myself into your life nor am I trying to be your wife. I am a human being Soham. As a human being, seeing others hurt themselves for others who doesn't even care abou them hurt me. I told you this already."

He rolled his eyes and pulled his hair, with frustration penetrating through his veins.

He shifted his gaze to the plates on the table, only to notice a piece of paper under the one to the back.

He took it up and saw that it was papers stapled together with her curly writing on it.

You are special to those who are unknown to you and to the ones who don't think you're special, their just jealous of the person who you are.

They may hate you but the ones that love you innocently, are the ones who will fight to keep you by their side.

Being broken is hard and painful but you can be fixed, you just need to break those chains which have made you the broken person you were.

There were quotes on all of the papers he held, and each quote described him, his life and his feelings.

It was like he was reading about himself just by reading the words of motivation.

But he felt conflicted. The quotes did make him feel a bit different but it also made him more aware that people were seeing him, the actual him and not the one he was presenting to the world, the cold and rude man he wanted them to see.

Sanyukta hoped he would cheer up a bit by seeing the quotes she made and of course with the help of Google.

She wanted him to smile and feel happy for once, even if it meant just for a split second.

He went into the kitchen and stood directly behind of her, with a little space between them, leaning his face closer to her.

"Why did you place those quotes there? To trigger me?" he asked darkly in her ear making her stop what she was doing.

Feeling his hot breath fanning against her neck, she knew he was standing way too close to her and she had shivers running down her spine.

"S-Soham," she stammered, turning around only to be caged in between him and the counter.

"Sanyukta why are you doing all of this huh? How is this benefitting you?" he asked, softly yet his tone had danger swirling around in it.

"To help you," she said, looking him in the eye.

"To help me?" he moved away from her causing her to release a sigh of relief, and he chuckled darkly at her words. "Why don't you just hate me like everyone else? Hate me! Because that's what I deserve, hatred. I have been told that and most of the times I do believe it.

You know love is something I can never get no matter how much I run after it. I always want it but all I get is hatred. So just hate me because I know further down in life you will so just tell it to my face now and get over with it, because no one can love me."

It pained her to see him beat up himself so much just for love, something everyone should get.

"Soham I can't hate you, what are you talking-"

"Just leave it Sanyukta," saying that he walked out of the kitchen and headed to the door with the quotes still in his hands.

'She wants to help me, but why? All I do is yell at her,' he told himself, now sitting in his car.

Placing his hands on the steering wheel after starting the car, he realized he was still holding the paper.

He stared at them for a good minute trying to figure out why was she so nice to him when he is so mean to her.

Reading the first quote again for the fifth time, a small smile grew on his face but quickly left as he noticed he was smiling.

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