Middle class (alternative ending )

I leave my daughter to her school by bike and then ride to my Office , the unnecessary honks , hustle of morning , and ticking time to reach on time irritates me the most.

My mind drifts to my wife as I wait for the lights to turn green from red so I can continue the ride , she is so irresponsible and irritating , I don't know why she has to show so much tantrums and be demanding .

Like doesn't she know it's already getting late in the morning but that woman had to do something to fuck up my mood any chance she gets , already knowing it's getting late in the morning what else she have to do .

Sara is a child , she is teenager growing up for god sake , my daughter doesn't show as much tantrums as my wife , she could have easily made her ready for school, for once I could haev a peaceful breakfast and start of the day and go to my office with a fresh peaceful mind to work.

But no she has to put her stupid elements in every thing she does , karti hi kya hai sara din , ab free toh rahegi , she has to work  only two times a day but she had to fuck up my mornings and nights.

Seeing the signal green I start my bike and move to my office , after some time , I reach there, Showing my card in the machine I walk to my desk , huff start of the busy day sitting on my chair in front of the laptop I look for my schedules.

Great just great , I have to travel at 4 different locations and reach on time and to present the presentation to the clients , being  I T employ is not easy at all the struggle is real .

I hate my job , I hate my boss , I hate the clients , I hate my marriage , I hate my wife , it feels like a rope in my neck and no matter how hard I try it gets tight near my neck slowly strangling me .

I hate that I am surviving I wish I was not bounded to such resposibilites for once , I wish I wouldn't have married her and tied my self with an ungratedful woman who does not even understands me , I struggle so hard each and everyday so that I can make a better living for her and my family but instead of being thankful all she knows is to look at me with accusatory eyes as if I am the one doing wrong .

I shake my head and work , I am investe in work that I have no time to even look above the screen , my back hurts, my eyes hurt, my finger hurt , my heart hurt but anyone will understand me no all they can do is blame me , if things go wrong I am the one who had to take blame , if goes right I am a man doing my duties .

If there is danger I gave t stand on front to fight ot no matter even I am scared why cause I am a man what will she do cry and look at me aggrieved , alll she does know is to cry and complain , but she wouldn't care how I feel ,.

Looking it's five past three as today also I didnt have time to eat my lunch , leaning back I strech my sore body and get up carrying keys of my bike in my hand I move to meet my clients at there home to present them the deal and finalize.

Getting in the poach area I see supercars parked in line I shake my head not in mood to get distracted . I ring the bell of my clients home , the security opens the gate " Hello maio Mr Rathod , Mr Verms ke sath appointment thi aaj "
The security looks me up and down as of judging me I feel irritated and humiliated

"Sir ghar par nahi hai aaj kal aana " He says after making a call , great just fucking great I wasted 2 km petrol , and time to get here to see he is not at home , sala bsdk.

I move to my next location of my client opposite to this area and I hope he meets me , he did meet me but does not offers me anything this is how rich our , they have no value for us , finally after meeting the fourth client of the day , I see time being six thirty .

I move back to my office I haven't had anything since my breakfast and I feel so drained out my energy , getting in the office I prepared the report of the clients and submit to my boss.

As I finally get my sore and done corpse out of the office my phone rings
2kg aloo
2kg tamatar
1kg pyaz
Koi bhi hari sabzi
Lasan
Dhaniya mirch

" Great sali bahenchod itna bhi khud ni kr shti hai " I mutter , starting my bike I go to vegetable market to get her items .

On my way back home I sigh , I wish I badly wish to go in time and not marry her , hate thet is all I feel when I look at her , she get on my nerves so easily , I wanted a wife who could undestand me and is not too much demanding can't she see how much hard work I do .

Meeting tons of people , with same fake smile and to pretend to be polite and calm even though they humiliate me on the face to keep this job and get money for them , can't she at least see me as ahuman once .

I reach home , taking the bags of vegetable I keep them on dining table while sitting , loosing my tie I lean back and sigh , my whole body is so exhausted , I see her coming with the same frown and ugly face to me.

Putting the glass on table she does not even bother to ask about my day or how I am feeling taking the bags in her hand she walks back to the kitchen with attitude great , despite doing so much the darn woman can never be happy .

After dinner my feet move out of the house subconsciously as if they have there own brain and I find myself standing outside the bar , I drink until I numb my pain and sadness, I drink till I feel dizzy and forget my bad decisions of life .