"I don't want to talk to you, Shreya." Hi voice echoed in the living room making me flinch by his sudden outburst.

And I couldn't snap at him. My eyes started to get teary but I held my tears back.

His eyes softened suddenly and his cold face was back on.

"Shreya, I'm busy. I can't talk now, " he said again, this time softly.

I nodded and came out of the room. Fuck. This is gonna be difficult because his actions now deeply affect me and if any wrong it hurts me with double speed.

I sat on the dinning seat waiting for him come out. My stomach was growling because I was starving.