Just accept your feelings for him Vanya" I said my voice teasing, vanya stood behind me fixing my hairs, as I sat in front of the dressing table wearing a beautiful golden lehenga for OUR RECEPTION.
Yes, our reception because MR. ARYAN KULKARNI returned yesterday.
Yesterday whatever happened was about be in between me and him but to our bad. AMARA saw us and as if that was not enough dadu was also with her.
"There is nothing Savi, it is just you are very delusional" Vanya's voice broke the trance of my thoughts .
"Ha, ha that toh I already saw in my wedding" my voice teasing.
"T-That was for t-the shoes only" she stammered. I knew it, a long ago.
I laughed out loud. Not able to handle it. She has feeeling for him- Aryan's Bestfriend, Rishi Advani but she is not ready to accept it.
"You are looking beautiful, bhai will literally faint after looking at his beautiful wife" she kissed my forehead and helped me to stood up from the stool.
But the moment I registered her words my mind froze. It stopps working, the moment anyone talk about him or my marriage.
Literally two months of our engagement, twelve days of wedding but no words were exchanged. Nothing.
I took a deep breath, to not let it consume me but the deed was done, Vanya's questioning expression said it all .
She was about to say something but-
A knock interrupted us.
"Let me check." She said while unlocking the door.
"Oh!! Hm.. hm.. matching-matching" her voice full mishchevousness void of the storm in between us .
I quickly turned around towards the mirror again, to avoid him. The embarrassment from the very first meet of ours was still fresh in my mind.
And then it reached my ears- the sound of door locking.
My heart thumped so loud that I am sure He could hear it, My breath hitched, I gulped the lump formed in my throat, my hands clutching the edge of dressing table tightly in my hands.
Why?? Why he locked the door?? I don't fear anything but the things I fear the most are- darkness & a man.
He won't do anything. He is your husband, why will he?? No. No. He won't touch me, right??
My eyes found the unarranged makeup on the dressing and my hands of their own went there to arrange it neatly.
My hands shivered. They are trembling my breathing uneven. I took the bottle of perfume in my hands to keep it. But the sound of wardrobe's door opening echoed in my ears and it fell-the perfume's bottle from my hands fell on the white marbles with a loud crash.
I backed away slightly but stumbled into someone or my husband. I looked up, his eyes got crashed with mine in the mirror and I froze.
His eyes-they are not filled with anything, they are blank.
I tried to step ahead towards the crashed pieces of perfume's bottle to maintain some distance between us.
As I took a step ahead. My hairs streched and pain surged through me.
"Ouch" I clutched my long braided hairs in my hand trying to ease the pain but they are stuck in his coat's button. I moved forward, still trying to create the distance in between.
"Don't move" A shiver ran through my spine the moment his voice reached my ears, we are close, very close, that I can feel his breathing on my hairs, his cologne filling the room, his steady breaths and mine are erratic.
What is he doing?? His which hands which were on his either sides moved to my hairs where my hairs are tangled and then I trembled as
I quickly retrived my hand from which I clutched my braid when his hand brushed on mine while untangling my hairs from the button. His adams apple bobbed down and the very slight movements happening in my hirs, I felt that.
As I felt the weight lifting away, he detangled my hairs I shifted backwards, but in a blink of an eye he grabbed my wrist and I moved towards him.
His eyes flickered behind me, on the floor. And then, realisation dawned upon me, the pieces-the broken pieces of the perfume's bottle. My eyes widen slightly and I tried to retrieve my hand ever so sightly but he didn't lossen his hold instead he made me stand at the opposite end.
"Stay here" his voice deep yet commanding touched my ears and I stayed.
I followed his command.
I was standing there, my focus on the white floor thinking if it could swallow me whole. I am embarassing myself for the second time in front of my husband. I fidgeted my fingers, they became sweaty , my toe rings were curling up momentarily.
As the clattering of pieces reached my ears. My eyes darted up and went towards the area where he was siting on his knees collecting those pieces. Sh!t. I took the step in his direction but-
"DO NOT COME HERE!" The sudden change in his voice made me froze and I haulted in mid-step.
I gulped hard and blinked the fear which threatened to overshadow me.
After cleaning the mess , he unlocked the door and-
"What took you so long??" Vanya spat.
"Bhai, aap toh perfume kagane gye th n??" Naqsh's question.
"Ha itna time thodi na lgta hai" ofocourse vardan was on his team.
"Accha, kal aapko disturb kare diya th kya??" Ofcourse Amara
They all sealed their mouths, the moment he glared at them.
Okay. So, he indeed is an angry bird.
Their eyes followed me towards me and he stepped out. Without even sparing me glance.
We made our ways towards the exit but I can feel the tension in between Naqsh was busy in his phone, Vardan helped me with my kehenga when needed, Vanya and Amara- they both were also helping me with the same.
We slid int he car, Vardan, Amara & Vanya were different car and Me, him and were in the same one.
Naqsh seated on the passenger seat and I already sat in the back pseat waiting for him to finish his phone call.
As he slid in the car, I shifted more towards the door as if it wikl create the more distance in between, My breathing uneven, the tension in between us was increasing, his in reased voice still ringing my ears, I clutched the lehenga more tightly.
My looked at myself in car's window, my reflection it showed the signs that I am a married woman now- the vermilion in between my hairline, the faded henna, the ring in my hand, the managalsutra and then my eyes, they went backwards glancing him for a brief moment, he is typing something on his phone but his finger does not have any wedding ring. Nothing.
I left my home, for whom?? The reason I am here in a total new environment does not even give any fvck about me. I inhaled a sharp breath but my eyes glistened of their own. Why??
He is typing on his phone , his undivided attention on his phone.
What if he has someone else in his life??
The thought it flashed in my mind suddenly and my eyes glistened.
I never wanted to be a second woman.
The door of my side opened and Naqsh stood there forwarding his hand. I quickly blinked my tears and gulped har as if my previous thoughts would disappear by this.
As I stepped out of the car, my hand still in Naqsh's hand and his focus on his phone but all of a sudden he looked at me. His eyes scrunched a little and they went to my hand .
"What happened to your hand bhabhi??" Amara's voice cutting through the silence.
And then we heard it. The sound of heavy footstep coming in our direction.
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