"We decided that we will a child this year," Danish brought up the topic Naila has been dreading about. "I let you resign, asked you to resign, started treatment for your hormonal issues because of this plan," he spoke rather calmly.
"I'm only twenty four Danish," Naila looked straight into his. "Twenty five soon yes, but do you think we are ready for this?" She asked back.
"I'm 30. I always wanted to have kids before 30, did we not agree on that when we got married," he looked at Naila with a disappointment.
"But that was when we just got married. Things have changed," she said.
"What changed?" He asked as if he was not aware.
"Everything," Naila looked at him in disbelief. "Are we the same now compared to our first year together?"
"We are," he said.
"No. We are not," she replied sharply.
"That's because you stopped loving me, started caring less," he blamed her as usual.
"Oh come on!" Naila was really done. "We started fighting because you could not support me it came to chores and also emotionally," Naila did not wish to show mercy any longer.
"I don't want to do it, I work a lot," he admitted.
"So did I," Naila had tears in her eyes. "Why was I not respected for that?"
"The peanuts cannot be compared to..." But Danish stopped him.
"Yes indeed. My salary may have been little compared to yours. Then I kept switching because you were not happy with my jobs and I finally landed a good job similar to yours and you made me quit. Was that not your ego that forced me to quit? The guilt that made you realise that I fell sick because you could not support me any better?" She questioned.
"What ego? I don't care what you do honestly. What you did or what you will do in the future!" He said.
"Exactly!" Naila shouted. "You don't care. You never cared. Every time I came near you, you pushed me away, every time I tried to speak or ask help, you pushed me away. Every time I tried to get intimate with you, you would say you are tired and push me away. Tell.me Danish tell me why we have not had a physical connection in the last two years? What have you been doing?"
"We cannot force such things," he shouted. "How can I get intimate with you when I feel nothing, when I don't feel aroused seeing you, when it feels artificial while doing it. You are no better, you never feel anything when we do it either," he blamed her again and again.
"Because you don't ever, ever listen to me or engage in foreplay, leaving me sore and hurt, you just jump to the conclusion and finish yours. You never admit that you have the dysfunction and I kept quiet for your own good. You refused to do anything my gynaecologist suggested. And you got scolded for that. It was hurtful and embarrassing. " Naila equally shouted back but she was terribly hurt to hear how he has no feelings for her. "You just care about yourself in all ways. You never found this relationship valuable. You just tried to replace people in your life. Do you think I don't know that you told your friends weeks before our marriage that you cannot forget her. And you replaced her with me. Do you think I'm a fool for not understanding it and now you wish to have a child? For what? For your family? Why should I have a child with you, when it is not a result of love but some strategy?" She has tears streaming down her face continously.
"Have you been checking my phone?" He turned red with anger.
"Because you made me do it. Every time I touched your items, you would quickly grab it back from me. That made me curious. And then I noticed. You kept in touch with her, still texting her pathetically, meeting up with her, and God knows what you did with her. And then I also found your chats. And that made me do everything I did to you. Hate you," she wiped her face.
"How dare you?" He stood up and slapped Naila. It ringed in her ears.
Naila smiled through her tears. "Thank you for everything," she said and left the dining.
"How do you want to proceed with it? Is this what you wanted? Do it then. If you cannot live with me, call the families, say it," he said.
"Why should I?" She turned back to look at him. "You always wanted to end this, you would always start a fight, put it on me, create scenarios in front of my family, to draw a good husband image while making me look mad. You always planned everything, you even brought up this topic, having a child conversation only to make me spit it all out while you keep trying to act Noble. Do it yourself. Why ask me to do it? You never loved me. You used me like a maid you hired, maybe worse than that. You could not even try to put an effort in the relationship, so do it yourself. At least initiate some thing for once."
"You are always ungrateful. I got you everything you need," he said.
"If you had acted like an adult, things would have been better, and no. You did not. Buying things for this house is not getting things for me. It's for you too. You use it more than I do. I was not the shopaholic here. You were. You wanted a lot of this here. And don't try to pin that on me," Naila clearly drew the line. "I'm not your mom. You should have treated me like a wife."
"Yes you are pure evil. Even your parents know it. You are rude not just to me but to everyone around you. You always shouted at your parents and treated them like shit too. They always were afraid of you and of your anger isssue," Naila grew angrier but there was no point. After all her parents were never on her side and she did not expect anything from them either. Since childhood they had only tried to suppress her. And Naila was aware what this news would make them say.
Naila remained quiet and sat on the sofa. Her stomach growled. She was hungry but he ruined the dinner.