Inseparable - 3

 "C'mon...you go girl! He seems a good boy. Atleast start chatting you Dumbo!" My so called sister always pushes me for a relationship, to start a new life again. And, honestly, there's nothing left now between Subhangsu and me. As I was chit chatting with her, I picked the card. Yes, the card of the husband of my husband's girlfriend. 

"Yeah...talk to you later bro! Gotta finish a work!"
Since, overthinking was like my best friend forever, I thought twice before giving him a call. I really don't care about Shubangsu and who he fucks with. But since we weren't legally divorced, I had to abide to the marriage. Because, there was this guy who really loved her and had been crying over for some shitty things that my husband did. After two rings, he picked it up.
"Hey Arjun...this is Anvesha. I hope you are free now so that we could discuss about the matter."
"Yes sure. So first thing's first. I planned on going to the black coats. I can't fix this. Seriously. I know it may sound you really like an old school, but once the relationship ends from one side, no matter how hard you try, you can't fix it."
"Yeah...I got that. So what did the lawyer said?"
"Mr.Rajbanshi has given me some time to think. Well, the 3 months system should be abided anyhow. But I have already made my mind."
"Okay sure. See I can't really talk to Subhangsu and make things clear. Because I and Shubangsu are already not in a state that we could contact each other."
"I can completely understand. I am just confused why you don't divorce that fucking stud. He has made your life hell. Why are you playing with your own life? Should I talk to Mr.Rajbanshi about it??"
"Uhh...I need time Arjun. But yeah you can do me a favor. Just send Rajbanshi's contact details to me."
"Sure. Bye then. Take care."
"Bye". Tears rolled down my eyes. Yes, I had been a fool these six to seven months. I don't even love him. We weren't even together. Then why do I clinging to this broken marriage? I switched off my phone. I sat down on the floor. I howled. My entire apartment echoed. Maybe, Miss Vandana, my neighbor heard me. But I don't care. I cried. I cried terribly. I hardly remember when was the last time I cried so heavily. My heart's wound had been flowing through my eyes. The person whom I loved the most, the person for whom I did almost everything...left me behind marrying someone else. And me? Lying on this floor in a lone apartment, crying, and shouting but no one's here for me. Sometimes, I had though of ending this Anvesha. I was no longer interested to move forward with life. Had seen enough. Had done enough for others. What about me? Nothing...just a job in RRC. Nothing else. I wanted to go to the seventh floor of my building and jump off ending my screwed life. I wiped my tears. But they didn't obey me. They were still flowing. It was probably a one hour cry.
I stopped. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I saw my face in the mirror. God! How happy was then, 2 years ago when I went to pursue my Masters in GU. Everything was fine, completely. He was there. I was there. We both were in love Supporting each other. Our dreams. "Kushal Sharma, you are gone now. You made fake promises to me. You were a liar."
I cleansed my face. Gathered myself together. I went to my phone. Switching it on I received two missed calls. Ravi sir. And Kushal. "Maybe it's about the project".
I called Ravi Sir first. "Hey? You okay? The phone's showing off. Well, I called you to inform that I would be going to Kolkata for an urgent work. Family thing. So I want you to get the project going on for just three days. Contact Kushal as well."
"Yeah sir. Sorry sir my battery was dead for a while."
"No problem. Have a good night."
Kushal, Kushal, Kushal. The name kept ringing on my mind. I hate the person. I hate the name.
My fingers went to the call log. I tapped Kushal's number. After five rings, he picked it up.
"Esha. Where have you been? Ravi sir's trying to contact you."
"Yeah, I was a little busy with my households. I contacted sir. Meet me at the office tomorrow at 8:30 am sharp. No delay. I hate people who are late. We shall start executing the project from tomorrow. "
"Okay. Done. But, are you fine? I sense a discomfort in your voice."
"I am fine Kushal. Thank you. Good night."
Why do he had to worry? Who was he! Huh!
There was severe headache. I felt that I soon would be getting a haemorrhage. I got the tablets. Took it. And just tried to sleep.
Maybe I was alive because of those pills. People betray. But doctors and pills. Never.
They give a really good relief.
Who the fuck is gonna prepare dinner! I had been dying anyway.