She tried to sit up on the bed, but couldn't muster up the energy to even move her hand. 

"Veer" 

"Veer?" 

"Baby, are you up? Thank god." 

"Can you try to get up?" 

He slowly helped her sit up on the bed. His face was doused in worry. Myra felt a sort of peace looking at him, all concerned for her. Lately, she’d wondered if he still loved her. But seeing him like this, gentle and attentive, maybe she was wrong. Their relationship has been rocky for the past few months. They had been trying to work it out, but it was a growing issue for her. Veer has been showing more and more concern as they were trying to make things work. He was more attentive and took even more initiative. Like planning her birthday and preparing the dress as a gift for her. She felt like things were going to be okay. 

"Should we order takeout?" Myra was struck with a memory of how Veer had planned a date last week, but she couldn't follow through. She was trying hard to remember why she had cancelled on their date, but her memories have been unreliable lately, especially with the looming fear of her repeating the same day (possibly for eternity).

"Myra?" 

"Yes, what were you saying?" 

"I was saying if we should order some takeout? Can you just listen the first time? It’s exhausting when you keep zoning out." 

"Sorry. Yes, I would prefer that." 

Myra saw a change in Veer's expression. She wouldn't have caught it unless she was paying attention. It felt a mix of annoyance and disgust, like he was expecting her to pull off another stunt like this. It felt like she’d triggered something irreversible.  

Veer was angry. He was smiling, but she could sense his anger bubbling. 

"Okay, sweetie, let's order takeout. What would you like to eat?" 

Before Myra could suggest anything, Veer suggested they order Italian. She didn't need a memory to appear to understand what they were going to order. They always ordered Italian without any question because it was Veer's favourite. 

"Hey, I am gonna order something light for you since you just spilled your guts half an hour ago." A wry laughter vanished into the hall. 

Silence filled the room. It didn't feel peaceful. There was an eerie air to the quiet in the room. She wasn't bothered by her fainting as much as she was bothered by her fast-approaching death, which felt imminent. She didn't know the time, but Veer had decided to take a shower. 

Myra didn't get up until it was the fourth bell. She lazily opened the door and took the delivery. 

"Excuse me ma'am, can I get a glass of water?" 

She turned to fetch the water when it hit her. Another memory. Sharper this time. 

Veer was watching her interaction with the delivery guy when she went out to give him a glass of water. She was hit with a feeling of extreme fear, almost like someone was choking her. She thought she was going to die. The glass fell out of her hand, the voice of steel echoing throughout the house. She was paralysed. 

"Bhaiya (brother), here." 

Veer handed the delivery guy a glass of water. She didn't sense him coming into the kitchen to get water. She heard the door shut and footsteps approaching the kitchen. She froze. Veer’s breath was on her neck, his voice getting incredibly close to her ears. 

"Baby, how are you this messy? You know, we need to teach you a lesson."