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I HATE YOU

Preetam PoV:

I completed my meeting and returned home. By the time I went, I had found Roopa in my room. I understood that she shifted to my room. I didn't ask her to move to my place, though I want to, because I didn't want her to feel awkward.

She is looking here and there. I didn't understand what's her problem.

"What's going on here?" I said.

"I.. I.. Shifted to.. This.. Room... I didn't... Touch... Any.. Your... Things.. I.."

"Stop!" I said, and she gulped audibly.

"Now relax and tell me."

"I shifted to your room. I need some space to keep my things. Little space. I didn't touch any of your things," Roopa said slowly.

"Roopa, you decided to shift to this room. It means this is your room too from today. You can keep your things anywhere you want. No need to take my permission" I said to her.

She just nodded. Why is she behaving like this? Can't she speak? Her voice has some magic, and I want to hear that melodious sound.

"Shall I....reorganize... Your... Room..?" She asked.

I looked at her.

"I mean.only.. If... You.. Agree," she said.

"You can do as you want. But please be careful with my files. Take the help of maids. Don't get tired," I said to her.

She nodded again.

"I will call a maid to set the room."

"Wait, not now. Do it tomorrow when I leave for office. Now get ready. We will go shopping as you asked."

She nodded and left to another room to get ready. After some time she got ready and came to me with coffee and snacks.

"I didn't ask you these things."

"Yes, but I felt you might be hungry and tired, so......."

"Snacks are ok. But I don't drink coffee in the evening," I said, taking snacks from Roopa.

I tasted those bits, and she gawked at me.

"Did you like these eateries?"

"Did you prepare them?"

"Yes!"

"Why? I asked you not to do any works, right?"

"But I felt to cook something for you, so..... Anyways, if you don't like, I won't do it again, sorry."

"Hey, I didn't mean it. This Manchuria is scrumptious. I said that because I don't want you to work in the kitchen. You completed your MBA in the US. You can work for any company or our company. Don't limit yourself to the kitchen. That's why I asked you not to do any works at home. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"I will work for your company," she replied.

"OUR company" I stressed the word our.

"I will work for our company."

"Sure. Now let's go shopping," I said, and Roopa agreed wordlessly.

God, please give her a voice to speak to me than nodding. Why is she so calm? She is not like this when I saw her for the first time. I hope I can bring that charm back to her. I took her shopping.

"Take what you want Roopa," I said, giving my card.

"No, your card is not required. You pay by yourself," Roopa said and went to select the dresses.

"I took these two dresses," Roopa said, showing me those dresses.

"Are these two dresses enough?"

"Ya, I will buy after getting a job. For now, I will manage," Roopa said.

"If you don't like, one dress is enough; I will manage," she said.

I looked at her. God, why is she uncomfortable with me? I want her to be more free with me. I held her wrist and took her to the dresses section. I selected dresses for her. She gave dresses in her hand to sales girls.

"Why are you giving those dresses to her?" I asked.

"Because you didn't like these dresses and selected other dresses for me."

"Did I say that? Why do you imagine and always try to guess about me by yourself? Take those dresses," I said.

"Do you like those dresses which I selected?" I asked her.

She nodded, making me lose my cool.

"I want an answer," I said.

"Yes, I like them."

I chose more dresses asking her opinion and then I bought them for Roopa.

"Do you want to buy anything else?"

"No, you already bought more than enough," Roopa said making me smile.

After shopping, I took her to the restaurant. She had the meal with difficulty.

"What happened to your hand Roopa?"

"It's got hurt."

"How?"

"Dad threw me on the floor yesterday, and my elbow got injured," she said.

I remembered her dad throwing her on my feet rudely. How can he be that rude to his daughter? How can I be so careless about my wife without noticing that she got hurt?

"Roopa, come and sit beside me," I said, and she did what I said as a good student.

I fed her carefully. She smiled. I am happy as she smiled finally. As soon as we reached home, I applied pain relief gel to her elbow.

"Aah," she screamed.

"Is it paining?" I asked.

"Yes!"

"How can your dad be so rude? Is he insane or stupid?" I snarled seeing her elbow, which turned black showing how much it got hurt.

"I hate you. Don't say anything to my dad. I hate people who scold my dad. I hate you. I hate you," she said, taking off her hand from my hands.

"As if you love me earlier. However, you didn't love me anytime. So it doesn't make any difference," I retorted and went to the balcony leaving Roopa in the room.

"I... Am.. Sorry.." She said slowly reaching behind me.

I clenched my fist to control myself. I didn't know why, but hearing I hate you from Roopa made me angry. I want to hear her say I love you, but finally, she said I hate you. Maybe it's true that she doesn't love me. Even if she is not in love with anyone, she doesn't like me. Perhaps she married me for her parents' sake and is staying with me just because she married me. I think that's the reason behind her leaving on the first night lying that she loved someone else. She hates me. She hates me. A lone tear dropped from my eyes.

"I love my dad a lot. He always supports me in everything. Please don't say anything to him, though he hurt me. Because parents had the right to scold children if they do wrong."

I didn't speak anything.

"Please say something. Don't be so silent. It's... Its... Hurting," she whispered.

What? Is she affected by my silence? Does it mean she wants me to speak? But why? Why it affects her when she didn't love me?

"Preetam, I am sorry. I didn't say that intentionally. Please, Preetam, talk to me," she said in a choked tone.

"At least scold me if you are angry with me," she said holding my arm.

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