I don't want to talk to you! Stay away from me! " Urvi shouts at my face and rushes up the stairs.

The girl is back into her ' I hate Meera ' era.

I have no idea about what happened but it is what it is. She isn't talking to me anymore and if I try to have a conversation or even sit by her side she either shouts at me or walks away.

My mother-in-law is watching this all with Priya bhabhi from the door of the kitchen. I heard them talking to Dhairya yesterday. They want us to go on a honeymoon.

Yeah

* Chuckle *

A honeymoon.

And what are we going to do there? Doom each other's life , burn each other down or he might as well kill me.

Yet there was no need of imagining anything like this because he said that Urvi couldn't be left alone. And then mother-in-law gave another throw that Urvi can live in the house then he gave another throw of how Urvi can't ever sleep without him and then she threw another reply that Urvi is comfortable with Ritwik and she has stayed with him for almost two weeks when Dhairya was abroad for an important meeting then Dhairya threw another excuse that , that was two years ago and then they kept on going giving each other throws of replies and excuses until finally Dhairya won.

He is a polite manipulater.

He does everything with grace and elegance. Even when it comes to hurting people. For example the burnt scar on my arm , it looks like a beautiful Rouge de rage deep red and slight brown mark with hue of purple and blue and green. It looks like a small galaxy.

Crazy yet true.

And even though the conversation that they had was long but I barely struggled in hearing it because I was sipping coffee in the balcony of my room while they were in Dhairya's room with most probably his balcony's door open.

So yeah..... I didn't eavesdrop. I was just enjoying my coffee but ultimately it happened.

" She is probably annoyed because of the tiring day. " Priya walks out from the kitchen and hands me my evening coffee.

I smile at her lightly and nod. " Yeah. Probably that. " I mumble grabbing the mug and as soon as I take the first sip of the brown hot liquor I moan in ecstasy with eyes shut close.

" Oh my! You make the best coffee in this world. " I tell her. " I swear on my breath. Like seriously! "

Priya smiles at that. " Since Dhairya taught me , it was obviously going to be the best. "

" What? "

Her smile widens. " Yes. He is the one who used to make evening teas and coffees for us but now he is too busy for that. You know what, he can also cook. And he cooks delicious. Let's see when we can make him cook. "

Okay so that's why he wasn't included in the cooking conversation because he already cooks well.

" Hmm. " I nod again as she walks away to give tea and coffee to other people present in the house.

A sigh leaves my lips and I stare at the entrance which is showing the dark sky and chilly breeze , rustling of shrubs and flowers in the garden.

Dhairya will be coming anytime now. I don't know what to talk or do about our lives anymore because as much as I try to calm him down he ends up in the backyard.

" Meera? What are you thinking child? " My thoughts are snapped shut as I turn to look at my mother-in-law who is looking at me with a concerned expression.

Oh dear. She is really a lovely mother-in-law.

" Nothing. " I shake my head passing her a smile.

" Well , I want to talk to you about something , may I ? " Her voice is so careful and soft that it is like a lullaby to me.

" Surely. Please , come sit. " We sit on the couch beside each other and I keep the mug of coffee away with my attention towards her.

" Dear , I know that things are going tough for you right now. Urvi isn't comfortable with you and Dhairya is also distant because of her but I want to tell you that Dhairya is a good man. He is the most mature and responsible man in this house. Now , I am not saying this because he is my son but because I know him. "

When I hear the last few words I practically pity her.

" Dhairya is very gentle to his heart. He can never hurt others. He is caring and loving. His first wife......Hrida , she was very happy with him. I know it's very difficult for you but I want you to keep trying. Talk to him , try indulging him in things that can bring you two together. I am sorry to say but he is still not over his ex wife. There is an emptiness which gets hollow by every year. Urvi reminds him of her. So , Meera , my child it's you who can clear this all. Again, I know it's not going to be easy but I can see how you try to get close to Urvi. Keep on trying. Very soon , she will be loving you , like a mother and her child. I hope you understand what I am saying , don't you? " She gently places her hand over mine and smiles.

" Yes , mom. I will definitely try my best. " She pats my hair softly and giving me a kiss on my forehead , stands up before walking away.

" You mix something in their portions or what? " I hear a cruelly low and deep voice from my side and when I look in the direction , Dhairya is towering over me like a plus six foot he is.

" What? "

" How are you able to lure everyone like that? Don't you have any shame? Why act fake huh? " He frowns but I frown deeper.

What is wrong with him? There is a limit to imagining things up.

" Nothing is fake , Dhairya. And how many times do I have to repeat that you must talk in a polite tone to me. " I ask standing up and a smirk traces his lips as soon as the now fading burnt mark comes into his view.

" You know what - " he steps closer to me. His eyes leveling down at mine. Our faces inches away. " - Now , I know that you are a filthy masochist who accepts pain , it's going to be fun hurting you. "

I cannot help but laugh out at his words. He stares at me with a confused expression and again , he looks cute like that.

Subtling my laugh , I apologise and speak with the smile that never leaves my face. " Just because I let you , doesn't mean you can because you want , Dhairya. "

Anger resurfaces his eyes but the smile on my face doesn't fade away. " Is that so? " He grits out.

" Mhm. " I nod. " You can never hurt me if I don't let you. But I can destroy you , if I want to. " My eyes dim and smile falls off replaced by serious expressions. " You should never mix your delusional thoughts with reality , dear husband. "

Saying that I grab my coffee and walk in the kitchen to reheat it.