"Good morning Swara." She felt his presence beside her. He was sitting at her back. His words left on deaf ears.
"It's 10, wake up my love." He pushed back the hair strand falling on her forehead. "Go get freshen up." He planted a kiss on her hairs caressing them. Touch of his warm lips on her skin broke her reverie. 
"Hmm." She hummed, gathering all her strength to get up from bed. Without meeting her swollen eyes, she left for the washroom for her routine. 
Swara came out from the washroom to see Sanskar lost in his thoughts. Both were very well aware about each other's state of mind. 
"I will make brunch. When do you need  to go?" She asked, again not meeting her eyes with his.
"I am not going to the office. I will stay at home." He said getting up. 
"Ok" Swara tried to escape from the situation.
"Let's make it together." He initiated.
"No, I will make it. It's ok." Swara turned to leave.
"Swara." His woeful call made her stop in her tracks. "Let's make it together." He gathered his composure while taking a step towards her.
Both prepared brunch and settled down on kitchen island to eat, but today, for the first time, the kitchen witnessed the deadly silence between soulmates. 
Sanskar observed his wife for the entire day, she had closed herself in her shell.  Entire day, both of them spent reminiscing about events that happened from last year and criticising their own self.
Each passing moment was opening the old scars passing shudders down their spine. Today, both of them could not even believe their own actions and hurtful words spoken to each other. Swara could not match her teary eyes with him recalling her accusings whereas Sanskar was cursing himself for breaking the pious thread of their relationship. 
"Swara, let's forget the past." He tugged her arm and took her towards the couch.
Swara raised her eyelashes to see his remorseful face, he was staring at her with helplessness. 
"How can we forget the absolute blunder of our life?" she cross questioned.
Sanskar tried to find words to formulate an answer. "It's a past, Swara."
"Past" Swara passed a humorous chuckle. "Past... always defines the present and future." She spoke looking far away but tears rolled over her cheeks.
"I need to keep reminding myself about our past Sanskar.... So I don't make the same mistakes in our present and future." Swara spoke determinedly. Sanskar could sense absolute surety in her voice and actions.
"First thing, it was not solely your mistake but ours..." Sanskar was interrupted.
"No Sanskar... No..." Swara shook her head vigorously. "Even though at that point of time it was our mistake... But I pushed you to till your edge. Always, I took decisions in our marriage single handedly. I prioritised every other thing, every other relation over our marriage.... Over your trust... over our love. And while doing it I myself crushed our blessed married life. It was my wish to have a big fat happy family and to keep them happy and together I myself ruined our marriage." Tears were continuously flowing from her eyes. 
"Swara... please don't blame yourself." Sanskar wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her in his side embrace.
"No... Sanskar. It was my mistake to take you for granted on every step of our life. It was my mistake to hide things from you.... It was my mistake to go against your wish.... It was my crime to break your oath.... It was my sin to abuse your trust and love for my selfish motives. I walked away from our marriage... I gave up on my sindoor and mangalsutra... Do you know what it means when a Suhagaan gives away her marital symbols? I hate myself when I even think about it... I disgust myself." She was crying her heart out soaking his shirt with her continuous tears.