You don't know how you ended up like this.

It was a fine morning. Light filtered in through the blinds and into your dim room. Your husband, Mihir, slept soundly beside you with his arms wound tightly around your midsection.

There's no doubt that he's exhausted. He's been working day and night to provide for you, after all. Leaving the moment the clock hits 9, sometimes even earlier, and returns when the sun had gone down.

With the intent to start the day, you carefully slip out of bed; determined to prepare breakfast.

It's the least you can do. You make do with the limited items he's allowed in the kitchen.

Mihir doesn't allow dangerous things in the house, doesn't let you leave home or work. It's all because he's afraid of you getting hurt again, he says.

In the midst of cooking, you hear the frantic call of your name. Then, a thud following soon after.

Mihir's footsteps patter against the wood floors in a hurry, almost in a manic like state. He bursts through every single room before finally ending up in the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room before settling on your startled form.

"Jaanu.." he's hysteric, pushing a hand through his tousled hair. "You're here.. you're here. You didn't leave me. Why were you gone? Why'd you leave my side, huh?"