Shruti watched as Neil went about his morning routines. She would have been there helping him, but the headache kept her in the bed.
Neil was a creature of habit bordering on OCD. Before taking his bath, he had laid out his clothes on the bed in reverse sequence of what he needed first. He selected a tie to go with his clothes and kept it on the dressing table to be worn last. Today it was a striped pattern with small red boxes on it.
There is probably a party today evening, Shruti thought. Not that Neil would inform her about it. But she was familiar with his choices. Stripes for the board meetings, dots for Fridays, yellows for outings with girlfriends. She felt the familiar ache in her head, or was it her heart. She closed her eyes as a single tear made its silent path down from her right eye.
The marriage was finished. She knew it. She was looking forward to it, to be free again. It was just a matter of ‘when’.
She watched Neil as he came out of his bath and started dressing ignoring her.
Did she really fall in love with this creep, she wondered for the nth time? She had fought her parents to be with him. She had made the wrong choice.
Neil looked at Shruti through the mirror. She seemed to be far away in her thoughts. A few more months, then they can be free of each other.
To be Continued…