Jagjeevan's pov

I got up and found myself in bed with a headache. What happened last night? I tried to remember while holding my head. Soon I remembered it, and I got goosebumps. 

Ohhh shit. What the hell did I do yesterday? Oh, no, it can't be true. I pulled my hair in frustration. 

Ohh Where is she? I got up to find her, and I don't know how she is doing now.

Then I found her sitting on the sofa, putting her head down and folding her knees to her chest.

I don't have the courage to face her. But I have to talk to her. I went close to her.

Slowly, she looked toward me. I am really nervous. How should I start?

"What do you want to say?" She said.

I am looking here and there, and I don't know how to say sorry to her. She is talking in a very low voice.

"If you are not going to say anything, then let me speak. You want divorce, right? Okay, I will give you a divorce. The reason for our divorce should not be revealed. If my brother gets to know that you beat me, then he might blame this on him. He will think that because of his studies, I faced all these things. If people know about this, then it can have a negative effect on your reputation. It can also affect your business. All these things will be too much for your mom in her current health condition. Now we have to take care of her. We will divorce by stating that things are not working between us. Once your mom's health gets better, we will have a divorce."

In this condition, she is also thinking about others. She is thinking about my mother, her family, and her brother, while here I am someone who has never shown respect to her. She married me because of her family, and now she can't give me a divorce because of my mother.

"But Jiya, is it good to have a divorce now, considering we may not have even completed one year of our marriage?"

I said that it was full of nervousness. The first thing I should say is sorry, but I am stating these statements.

"Ohhh, maybe you can't sense the time. One year has passed, and you still think that we haven't completed one year of marriage. We had already completed our one year with each other. Yesterday was our first marriage anniversary. But, of course, you will remember that."

Yesterday was our first anniversary. I didn't have any idea. 

"And this is how we celebrated our first anniversary," she said, taunting me.

My heart is aching. I am such a fool.

Somehow I built the courage and apologized to her.

"I am sorry."

"You are what?"

"I am sorry for what I did yesterday."

She sadly chuckled and said, "Okay, you can apologize, but I will not forgive you. Yes, you are right. I am a gold digger who wanted good for my family by marrying you. If you consider that as a gold digger then I am. But don't worry I will repay you the amount you gave for my brother's studies. However, I will. Many jobs are there which don't require degree qualification. I will save money and give it back to you."

She got up and went towards our room..

She is in too much pain. She can't stand up properly, and she can't walk properly.

I remained sitting in that position. I have deep regrets. After a while, I finally got up and went to see Jiya. I saw her putting makeup on her bruises, which are on her face. It's hurting her, but why is she doing this? 

"Why are you putting makeup on your face?"

"To cover my bruises. It's time for our maid to come. So I am covering bruises on my face so that she can't see them. I learned it last night through online videos. Remember when I tried to put on makeup that made me look like a joker? After that, I never did makeup. Those makeup products are still there with me, so I am using them now. Maybe those are saved for now. I can cover bruises that are on my body with clothes, but what about bruises on my face?"

She should not do that. Instead of applying ointment, she is putting on makeup. It's all my fault. She is so pure, and I am such a baster. The more she is reacting, the more I feel bad. I went outside and called my maid and told her not to come to work for a week. She is absolutely confused about why I am doing this. But I told her that I was giving her a vacation; I told her that we had already decided on it but forgot to tell her. By doing so, Jiya will not be required to put on makeup. It is painful for her, and makeup can make her bruises more serious.

I went towards her and informed her that the maid was not going to come.

"What! For a whole week, you gave her a vacation. Then who is going to work? I can't work in this condition."

"Yes, I know. I will do it."

"Really. Don't you have to go to the office?"

"I will handle office work at home. If there is some issue, then I will think about that later. I never took long breaks. It will be the first time. So don't worry."

She didn't say anything. I went to the kitchen and tried to cook. Fortunately, my mother taught me some basic cooking. I made breakfast and went to Jiya. She is shocked that I actually did it. 

All the things that I did to her are roaming in my head. She never makes eye contact with me. She rarely smiles at me. She did her duty as a wife. 

She had finished the food.

"Did you put ointment on your wounds?" I asked her.

"No, I will do it. The wounds are all over my body. It will take time."

"Can you show me how serious those wounds are?"

She pulled up her sleeves and showed me the wounds in her hand. Oh, these types of wounds are all over her body.

How she can able to put ointment. 

"Can I put ointment on you?"

"It is all over my body. I have to undress myself. I will be only in my inner wear."

"But I am your husband, right?"

"But we will be having divorces, right? Until now, we haven't lived like a couple, so what's the point of seeing you as my husband?"

Her eyes are looking red, and she can't eat. I put my hand on her forehead. Oh, she has a high fever. 

"Oh no, you have a high fever. Let's go to the hospital. It can become serious."

"Don't you remember what I told you? People should not get to know about all this. What if the doctor understands the situation? No, we can't go. I will be okay; it's just a fever. You go and have your breakfast, and let me rest. I am feeling dizzy; I want to rest."

"Okay " 

But what if her situation gets worse?

How was she able to dress up her wounds? I should do something.....