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"Pani." Naina uttered as she stirred in sleep clutching onto some hard thing close to herself. Sameer patted her face calling her name but she hid her face in his arm which she had held close to herself. Sameer stared at his loving wife, there was so much to admire about her. She had a pure heart just like a child. He had started liking her raw honesty and admired how she never tried to pretend. Naina looked at him and passed a sweet smile.
"Mr. Maheshwari." Naina squealed as she got up. Sameer handed her a glass of water.
"Mr. Maheshwari aaj na maine sapne mai unhe dekha." She said, pushing a hair strand behind her ear and giggled. Sameer stared at her in confusion but then smirked.
"Badi yaad aa rahi hai aap ko unki?" Sameer asked.
"Woh bhi toh aap jaise khadoos hi thi." Naina replied but then pursed her lips realising what she just spoke. She glanced at Sameer who had a stern face.She held her ears and mumbled a sorry.
"Aap jakar tyaar ho jao hume jaana hai na." Sameer said. Her face drained off all emotions.
"I trust you and will always be there for you." Sameer uttered as he held her hand with slight pressure. His voice sounded like a whisper as if there was a force behind it yet sounded full of compassion aware of the vulnerability and fix she was in.
"Is it really important to go there? What if you would start hating me if they tell you something about me? That man would try to touch me again, I-I feel disgusted even when he sees me. I don't want to go there. He will surely speak things to manipulate your mind, against me." Naina replied as a lone tear rolled down her cheeks thinking about her 'so-called' parents and her uncle.
"Firstly, I am not that kind of person who can be manipulated by anyone. I have literally never listened to anybody. I own each and every action. Even Nanu, he just guides me. The final decision is always mine.
Secondly, I can understand the sort of pain you have borne these years is a disturbing experience. When I say I trust you, I mean it. It takes a great spirit to come through so much and become the person that you are. So yeah, trust yourself and also me. Now go and change yourself into a pretty dress. I haven't spoken so much in my life." Sameer said as he sighed. Naina chuckled at his last statement, wiping off her tears carelessly and went to change into a traditional wear.
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Naina shut her eyes for a moment, feeling the ambiance of the street and hearing the sounds as the cool breeze kissed her cheeks making them touch a pink hue, adding on to her beauty. Sameer stared at his pretty wife dressed up in a peach-colored lehenga, void of any expression on his face. He got out of the car and opened the door for her. Naina held his bicep while he stared at her for a few seconds. She forced a smile trying to cover up nervousness. Though the hall was decorated with lights, she felt empowered by darkness. The darkness felt heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural. She just wished to run away from this place but that was not possible at the moment.
