Chapter 2 (Wounded Heart)

• Ivy POV...
• I do not blame her, and I cannot change the things that started going downhill. It could have been avoided beforehand but we are not fortune tellers and we cannot change anything that already happened right?
• Hearing the sounds of other students getting inside the hostel, I quickly wiped my tears, throwing one last look at where my mom’s car disappeared from the sight.
• I checked my phone another millionths time, still I didn’t get any message or call from the person who threw me in this situation of mine.
• My fingers hovered over the number, which I must have deleted and saved for the millionth time. With the increasing palpitations, I decided to make one more call.
• I dialled and waited for it to be picked, it rang for minutes and ended with no one attending. Gulping not only my saliva but also my pride, I dialled again. This time the call didn’t even ring for long and was cut immediately.
• Tears gathered in my eyes, looking at the phone the number I saved, ‘HUSBAND’. Did all the marriage vows to be with me in ups and downs, and everything are mere words? Doesn’t he have feelings for me, at least the pity everyone is throwing at me?
• I cried silently again for few minutes. Wiping them I turned towards the building where the college stood tall with its glory.
• I smiled with my heart tightening from the hurts or should I say, the walls rising enough closing my wounded heart not to bleed anymore. Or is it actually?
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• I woke up early in the morning, not to struggle in getting the bathroom as I know today is the first day and all the hostellers will be getting ready.
• I quickly found my uniform saree with the blouse and my innerwears. Taking my soap, towel, bucket and a mug, I stepped out just to meet the line that has formed already.
• Seriously? It’s 4 in the morning and I thought no one will be awake to get ready at this time. But my calculations are wrong. With a sigh I went and joined that not so big queue.
• I can see many of them are younger than me, they looked at me with a polite smile which I reciprocate with the same. Seeing me they whispered some words, which didn’t go unnoticed by me.
• “is she our senior? Should we go introduce ourselves and get into her good books?” I secretly rolled my eyes at them.
• So, everywhere it’s the same. Ha.. I remember me and my friend Chitra went to butter my Seniors back in my college, which only resulted in getting ragged by them.
• They made us do all kinds of errands for whole month. Tired by running for them every day, Chitra and I secretly made a complaint against them with HOD and they got suspended for a month because of that.
• I smiled thinking about those days with Chitra my friend who sticked with me from school till my PG. And today I’m starting my new phase of life all alone without her.
• She was the one and only person who spoke against my marriage with Harry. She didn’t like the idea of his sister behaving even before the marriage, every day she complained that my sister-in-law looks toxic.
• I didn’t lend my ears to her those times because I believed, Harry and I will live a loving married life. That even my mom will envy for it.
• Because Harry was so sweet, he behaved like a teenager every time when we met before the marriage. When he came to our house as a formality of meeting the bride and the parents, he was super shy more than I was.
• I remember the moment when our eyes met, it was a like a lightning on the sky. Though it was for few seconds, still it made my heart to jump in excitement.
• I thought that excitement and happiness I felt at the moment will stay forever. How wrong I was.
• “Sis.. Sister, you can use this bathroom. I occupied this for my friend but I guess she is still sleeping. So, you can use this” a girl said by drying her hair with a towel.
• That’s when I noticed many has taken bath and left and a queue was formed behind me while I was drowned in my thoughts of remembering all those things.
• I smiled at the girl with a nod and stepped inside the bathroom. It was a small bathroom with no hangers so I hung my clothes on the door frame.
• I looked around and sighed, seriously, I miss my bathroom. I kept the bucket under the tap to fill it, it was too cold.
• I think I have to add the geyser and shower into the lists of the things that I’m missing.
• After the morning routine I quickly made a prayer to God, not to kill me in this cold water.
• Seriously, how will I take a bath in this cold water… and to think I have to bath in this cold water for a year added to my shiver.
• After the quick shower, I sighed seeing the wet floor impossible for me to wear my Saree. I was lost in thinking how to leave this bathroom without wetting my saree and also not naked, a loud knock landed with the person calling me to come out soon.
• I decided to put on my bra and panty, green saree blouse and the petticoat. I wrapped myself with the towel, stepped out holding saree in my hand with my bucket and mug and the toiletries inside the bucket.
• I was super shy but to my surprise no one was bothered about it, since it was girls’ hostel.
• There was a huge queue waiting to use the bathroom, thank God I woke up early, else I would have stuck in here for hours. I quickly started walking towards my room and suddenly a hand stopped me.
• I hurriedly get caught of the slipping towel and saw Anika glaring at me also she was pouting with a complaint look on her beautiful small face.