Middle class (alternative ending )

Vedharth pov

I look at her with pure love and care I know I been not being nice to her and with my work I ignore my wife more than anything but I felt like today I might start mending things.

When I looked at the gajra in bazar I saw her face giggling and red, I felt nostalgic gow I use to get things from her from market, my wife was never a fan of expensive things and got happy with small small things, smiling I get it packed.

"Kesa laga " I said to her softly hugging her back I feel anticipated with the giggling reaction of hers and I smile.

"Kesa laga " She ask me sarcastically, I look at her confuse," Uss megha ke liye, hazaaro ka suit dilaya, apni beti ko kapde, maa ko shawl or sabhi ke liye mehngi chije laye, ab tumhra budget tight nahi hua mujhe kuch lena ho toh mai apni wishes man mai daba kr rakhu ye mere liye yeh yeh gajra " She said with gritted teeths, taking off the gajra from her hair.

She look at it and then show it to my face "Yeh laye ho, yeh ganda sa phoolo ka gajra, iska kya kru main??", isko laga ke tumhare liye leti bistar Or randi ki tarah, garam kru tumhara bistar bolo,, bolo randi ke liye laye ho na, subah se naukar ban tumhare ghar ki seva kro raat ko tumhari randi ban tumhari seva kro "

I looked at her shocked, angered by her words I was about to say her but her actions stop me, she tears the gajra in front of my eyes with tears running down her face, "Lo apna gajra nahi chaiye mujhe "She throws the flowers on my face.

I get up from bed feeling angered by her actions I got her with so much love and it held a meaning of love and care of our past memories but she teared it apart, I felt so much hate for her, she never cares never cares about me, always an ungrateful bitch.

Holding her arms I shake her and make her look at me "kya bole ja rahi behanchod, pagal vagal ho gyi hai kya " I say with clench teeths, "tujh jesi chinal biwi ki wajah dimag kharab rehta hai mera "

"Toh kyu ki shadi mujhse mat krte, tum jese insaan ke sath kay mai khush hu mai bhi jhail rahi hun chodo mujhe" She said looking with pure hate and rage in her eyes.

I feel a bit taken back at her behavior but pull her close to me, the fear crept in me, is she seeing someone else behind my back while I busy working my ass off for her, I twist her hand behind her back and she whimper in pain.

"Kon hai vo madarchod, kisko muh lagaya hai tune mere piche, sharam nahi aati tujhe solah saal ki beti ha teri chinal " I bark iny anger I know I went so abusive with her as time went by in our marriage but I can't help it she behav like this makes me boil in anger.

"Hupmh, tum toh apni hi devarani par gandi najar rakhte ho or mujhe bolte ho khud sharam kro tum "Ahe says and I feel disgust with her way of thinking I never thought such of megha she like a little sister to me.

She tries to get herself free but I get her close to me and look at her challenging eyes, I kiss her aggressively trying to claim her in every way venting my anger on her, as she struggle more, I put more force on her.

Pushing her to the bed I look at get in anger "kisi aur ko esi najar se nhi dekhta hun mai smjhi Tu "I look down at her in anger, "Pr mere toh hai mard hai vo smjhe tum pyaar krta hai mujhe mai...." I couldn't let her finish her words and I slapped her.

I see her laugh and she looks at me her cheek busted and blood oze out of it, I feel pain taking place in my heart, I feel bad looking at her, "Ache se krta hai mujhe vo, jo tum nahi kar paye, bhot pyaar se chodta hai mujhe "

She laughs and I look at my wife trying to control my anger I know she is buffing and there is no one I know her and love her, I know she loves me, I bail my fist at her mocking me.

"Na mard hi tum ek bache ke. Baad kuch de nahi paye muje lekin vo.. " I slap her again, and I am able to control myself and lay down on her, taking her jaw in my hand, " Mujhe pata hai kol nahi hai tujh jesi rand ko pasand krega, aaj mai pachtata hu tujh se shadi kr agar mene kisi sher ki ladki se shadi ki hoti voh atleast mere kaam mai help krti teri tarah nahi muft ki rotiya todti, or Tu ek ki maa toh ban nahi paa rahi Thik se tujhe or bache dun layak hai tu "

The moment the words left my mouth I regretted I know I couldn't take them back, I look at her curled up, looking vulnerable, my heart squeeze in anger looking at her like this, she wails on bed crying badly and I couldn't look at her like this.

Not able to hold anymore I walked out of the room and standing outside the main gate of house I smoke, I know I married her only because she is from village and could adapt better to my house taking care of family and later I did started regretting my marriage decision as megha changed my Perspective but I did not wanted to hurt her like this.

I finish smoking and walk back in the room looking at her still crying I spoon her in my embrace and pat her head to make her sleep slowly her breathing get normal and she sleeps in my arms, I look down at her.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean it " I mummer creasing her cheek that I slapped, I kiss her face again and again and sigh sleep was far away from me.

The morning of monday start with my wife not coming to wake me up, I am already late I get it she is angry by my words, I skip the breakfast and take lunch and look for her but did not see her, taking my daughter I went to office.

After a hectic day I come back home I hate mondays, but it was frustrating looking at my wife being angry I know I hurt her and I get it getting her gift not as like megha I get it so today I got her a gold chain with my savings and pocket is burnt for this month.

"Papa aap aa gye" Came my crying daughter, I feel my heart in pain looking at her, "kya hua" I ask her.

"Papa mummy ne mujhe mara, mai apne dost se hi baat kr rahi thi ghar ke bahar pr unhone galat smjha mujhe itna mara " She sobs I know my daughter is in the age of getting this type of attraction I feel rage for my wife instead of listening to her that dumb woman ia pushing her away.

I hug my daughter and coax her to not cry in return she makes me sign the consent form for her trip to bhopal, I walk back to my room I wanted to scold her but I keep it to myself I had already hurt her yesterday.