As we reached our home i got to the agency to postpone the training sessions. But they refused I had no choice but to accept and I needed to tell Manvi. As I reached home i saw Manvi sitting across the table side with a sad face. "What happened Manvi. Why are you so sad."
"It's.. it's nothing. Where did you go early this morning."
"It's nothing just an agency called." We went back to our normal days after some days. But I have been noticing something weird from Manvi. She had been avoiding me for the past few days, and I couldn't figure out why.
At first, I thought that she was just busy with work or caught up in something else. But as the days went by, I started to worry that something was wrong.
I had tried to talk to her,
"What happened Manvi I have been seeing that you keep avoiding me. Can you please tell me the reason. Why are you avoiding me."
I am not avoiding you Alen it's that 1 1 m very busy as the fashion week has started.
but every time I brought up the subject, she would change the topic or make an excuse to leave the room. I couldn't understand why she was avoiding me.
I was starting to feel frustrated and confused. I loved my wife deeply, and the thought of losing her is unbearable. I decided to take matters into my own hands and try to find out what was going on.
One day, when Manvi was out running errands, I decided to search the house for any clues. I looked through her phone and
computer, but I couldn't find anything that would explain her behavior.
As she came I decided to ask her just one more time. But she refused to say.
I sat at the kitchen table, staring across Manvi. We had been arguing for hours, and I was starting to feel exhausted.
"Why are you avoiding me?" I asked, for what felt like the hundredth time.
"1 1 m not avoiding you," Manvi replied, her voice laced with frustration. "1 1 m just busy with work."
I knew that wasn't true. Manvi had been acting strange for the past few days, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on.
"Then why won't you talk to me?" I asked, as my voice raised.
Manvi sighed and looked away. "I just need some space," she said.
I felt my blood boil. I had been patient and understanding, but I couldn't take it anymore.
"You can't just shut me out like this," my voice is shaking with anger. "1 1 m your husband, damn it! '
Manvi stood up, her eyes flashing with anger. "And 1 1 m your wife," she said. "But that doesn't mean you get to control me!' I felt my heart sink. I don't want to control her. I just wanted to understand what was going on.
"1 1 m not trying to control you. I just want to know what's going on. I feel like you're shutting me out."
Manvi looked at me for a long moment, and I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe she was finally going to open up to me. But then she turned away, her shoulders slumping. "1 1 m sorry," she said.
"I don't know what's going on with me. I just need some time to figure things out." "Take your time and 1 1 m not going to call you until you call me. And for your kind information 1 1 m leaving the country the next day. I tried to tell you but you keep avoiding me like I did something terrible that you can't accept which I don't know of course. So I will be back after one year till you have time to sort things out and if you do call me I will be there."
I was so frustrated that I packed my bags and left the apartment without looking at Manvi for some reason I thought she would hug me from behind but didn't till I got into the car she didn't call me which made me more angry than ever. I departed my plane to Denmark for training.