Romantic + Husband–Wife + ArgumentsAarav and Meera had been married for only three months…but the love they dreamed of still fel

K.shankuntla 1998 Realistic Urban

Romantic + Husband–Wife + ArgumentsAarav and Meera had been married for only three months…but the love they dreamed of still felt far away.They lived under the same roof,slept on the same bed,yet their hearts were miles apart.Aarav rarely spoke.Meera felt hurt by every silence.Before marriage, everything looked perfect—Aarav was handsome, decent, stable, a little shy…Meera was caring, beautiful, and full of hopes.But after marriage…expectations and ego stood between them.---One Night…Meera sat at the dining table.Dinner had turned cold.Aarav was busy with an office call… again.She whispered softly,“Every night the same call…”But loud enough that Aarav heard.He ended the call and snapped,“Don’t you understand? Work is important!”Meera’s eyes filled instantly.“And me? Am I not important?”Meera’s eyes filled instantly.“And me? Am I not important?”Aarav paused…His eyes showed something soft…but his lips didn’t.He only said,“I’m not hungry,”and walked away.That night Meera couldn't sleep.She stared at the moon through the window and wondered,“Is this what marriage is supposed to feel like?”She hugged her pillow tight,heart achingyet somewhere inside…a tiny voice of love still lived.Whenever Aarav came close,her heartbeat forgot its rhythm.They fought…but still couldn’t ignore each other.---Next MorningMeera made breakfast.Aarav walked past her toward the door.“Breakfast…?”she asked softly.He stopped—looked into her eyes for the first time in days…then turned away and muttered,“I’m getting late,”leaving without a single bite.Meera’s hands shook.The cup slipped—tea spilled across the floor.Her voice cracked,“You don’t even want to talk to me…How will you ever love me…?”But nobody was there to hear her.---Same NightAarav came home late.Went straight into the bathroom.Meera stared at his shirt on the chair—held it close just to feel him near.All she wantedwas his hand in hers…just once.Later when she entered the room,Aarav noticed small cuts on her fingers.“Your hand…?”he asked without thinking.Meera pulled her hand back,“Why do you care?”Aarav gently took her hand again,his touch careful… warm…“It matters a lot…”he said in a low, honest voice.Meera’s eyes softened—tears threatening to fall.Aarav continued,“Please eat on time…otherwise I feel terrible.”That moment…Meera realized—he did care.He just didn’t know how to show love.Their eyes met…hearts raced…The world went silent around them.But then—Meera pulled her hand away.“Learn to love first…then show concern.”Aarav looked stunned.He wanted to speak…to hold her…to tell her everything he never said…But his ego sealed his lips.Both lay awake that night…backs facing each other…yet thoughts tangled together.They were hurting…because they both loved…but neither knew how to love.And that night,Aarav realized something for the first time—The next morning didn’t begin with smiles.It began with silence.Meera woke up first.Aarav was already pretending to sleep—eyes closed, breathing slow.He didn’t want another awkward moment.Meera sighed and walked to the kitchen.She cooked breakfast again…even though she knew he might not eat.Aarav came out, buttoning his shirt,eyes avoiding hers as usual.Meera couldn’t take it anymore.She blocked his way and asked,“Why don’t you talk to me properly?”Aarav clenched his jaw.“I do talk.”“No. You only reply.You never… talk.”There was a painful silence.Aarav finally said,“I’m just not used to sharing things.It takes time.”Meera’s eyes softened.“Then give me a chance.I’m your wife… not a stranger.”Aarav’s heart skipped a beat.Her voice…her eyes…they always hit him exactly where he felt weakest.But instead of accepting his feelings,his ego stepped forward.“I don’t have time for all this.I’ll eat out today.”He grabbed his keys and left.The plate Meera had preparedremained untouched again.She whispered to the door he slammed,“You always leave me behind…”---At the OfficeAarav was frustrated all day.He snapped at colleagues,made mistakes he never usually made.Because his mind wasn’t at work.It was replaying Meera’s trembling voice."I’m your wife… not a stranger."He ran his hand through his hair,eyes closed.He wished he knewhow to show her what she meant to him.---Meanwhile… at HomeMeera’s friend Nisha came to visit.They laughed, talked, listened to music.For the first time in days,Meera smiled genuinely.Nisha noticed a framed picture of Aarav and Meera.“You two look so perfect together!”Meera laughed softly,“Pictures lie sometimes.”Aarav arrived home earlier than usual…and his heart stabbed when he sawMeera smiling at another man—until he realized it was just Nisha’s brotherwho had come to pick her up.Still… jealousy doesn’t listen to logic.Aarav’s voice turned sharp,“You seem very happy.Thanks to… company?”Meera

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