Shruti let the phone ring when she saw that the caller was Neil. At his fifth attempt, she picked it up.
‘Are you spying on me?’ Neil asked in a voice spiked with anger and restraint.
‘Why should I?’ Shruti countered.
‘You called Nisha. I know it. I have told you many times to stay away from my office.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Shruti asked innocently.
‘You know what I am talking about. Why do you do this?’
‘I need to know who my husband is interacting with. I just want to make sure that you are in no danger of losing your heart to someone.’
Neil disconnected the phone. It was useless to reason with Shruti.
It had been eight months now since they lost the baby. Shruti never forgave herself or let Neil forget about it.
It had affected her health – physical and mental. Neil had asked her parents to come over and stay with her as she recovered. But, they were occupied in their senior citizen lives of medicines and walking.
Sometimes, he wished he had his mother to help. But Shruti did not get along with her. And finally, he had given up on her mood swings.
She had been behaving weirdly for the past few months. Checking his phone, sniffing his clothes, looking for tell tale signs. Calling his female colleagues was the last straw and he had asked for a divorce. Shruti had stared at him, with a vacant expression as she nodded. She even seemed looking forward to it, with bated breath.
…To be continued