“Hariprakashji you can leave, I’ll clean up the place,” Khushi said walking into the kitchen.
“But Bhabiji--” he started off but she interrupted him, “I’ll handle it, and I’m waiting for Arnav Ji to come home, and have nothing to do till then, so I’ll be fine,” After refusing a few times they finally agreed and left. Khushi went and grabbed all the plates from the table to the sink and started washing them. Everyone had retired to their rooms for the night after dinner, and she would’ve done the same but he wasn’t back from work yet and she had decided to wait, just like she’d been doing for the past few weeks. He would leave before she would wake up, they exchanged a few calls during the day, and sometimes even that didn’t happen depending on his schedule. He would return home late at night, and she would wait to serve him dinner. If she was lucky he would come at the night he had told her and she would be able to catch a glimpse of him. Otherwise she would end up falling asleep waiting and find herself in their bed the next morning. They barely had time for each other anymore, he was always busy with work. And for the small times that she saw him, she could see how his health was deteriorating. His eyes would be droopy, his body always tired and he would speak in monosyllables. They were drifting apart, and that made her heart pain. They had made it through so much all these months together, and she couldn’t just let him go or let this happen to them.
Coming back to reality she warmed up the food, hoping he would be here any minute like he had promised. Khushi turned off the lights of the kitchen and placed the food on the table. She went and grabbed a candle from the storage closet, the entire lights on downstairs would probably bother the ones that were sleeping so she decided to light a candle. She sat down placing it in the middle of the table, the fire illuminating the table.
She looked up to check the time and it was a quarter past eleven.
He was late.
Once again.
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