Engaged - My love story

Chapter 18

Smita POV

"Tumhe main aaj se apni patni ka darja bhi kabhi nahi dunga jab tak divorce na ho jaye agar tumhe proof nahi milta." He said, closing the door.

I shrieked out loud in pain.

He'd closed the sliding door on my fingers.

He looked back immediately.

"Khushi!" He said.

I suddenly looked up at Dhruv.

"Tum thikh to ho na? Kya hua? Damn it, there's so much blood coming from your fingers. Sorry. Oh no." (Are you okay? What happened?)

I looked back at my hand, throbbing with pain. The collision had led to a glass bangle breaking from my hand, which was embedded into my wrist, just near the nerves.

He rushed away and bought a first - aid box, and took my hand.

I took it away from him. We both struggled for my hand, and he looked at me.

"Smita, mujhe dekhne do." He said. (Let me see it.)

He wiped the blood from my fingers, and reached the wrist area.

I hissed as he put the cotton on it.

He began to dab on it lightly, and I looked at him.

He knelt down, bringing his mouth closer to my wrist.

I already winced and closed my eyes.

I felt his teeth had grabbed the broken glass piece embedded in my wrist, and he pulled it out, and I hissed.

"Hogaya." He said. (Done.)

I looked to him.

He wrapped a gauze around my fingers and wrist, and then picked me up in bridal - style.

"Tumne mera ghao saaf kar liya na? Ab chodo mujhe." I struggled in his arms. (You cleaned my wound, right? Now leave me alone.)

He didn't answer and walked to the bed.

He wrapped me up, and layed the blanket on the couch.

"Udhar hi sona tum." He said sternly, switched off the lights, and slept on the couch. (Sleep there only.)

THE NEXT MORNING - HOLI

I woke up early next morning, took a bath, and left the room to go downstairs. Everyone was on the living room.

Shyam took notice of me.

"Arey Smita Ji. Yeh aapke hath ko kya hua?" He asked. (Smita. What happened to your hand?)

I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"Kuch nahi, Jijaji." Said a voice from behind. (Nothing, Jijaji.)

"Woh - kal raat - " I started. (Actually, yesterday night - )

"Smita ne apne hath par poolside door band kar diya tha." He said, giving me a half aplogetic, and half stern look. (Smita had closed the poolside door right on her hand.)

"Ha." I nodded. (Yeah.)

"Arey, Bhabhi. Aap mujhe dikha do, main aur thoda saaf gar deti hoon." Di said. (Oh, Bhabhi. Show the wound to me, I'll clean it some more.)

"Nahi, nahi, Di. Main thikh hoon. Inhone kal raat sab kar diya tha. Mujhe inke pyaar par bharosa hai." I said. (No, no, Di. I'm fine. Dhruv'd done it well last night. I have trust on his love  to me.)

I noticed Dhruv was looking at me in surprise.

I sent him a look that said 'Just because you don't trust my love, doesn't mean I don't trust you.'

"Acha jo hua so hua. Happy Holi!" Di said. (Okay whatever happened is gone. Happy Holi!)

Dhruv frowned and walked away.

"Inhe kya hua?" I asked. (What's up with him?)

"Jabse dadi chal basi na, Dhruv holi nahi khelte, nahi us tarah bhaang peete hai. Woh kehte hai unhe Dadi ki yaad aati hai isliye." Di explained. (Since Dadi passed away, Dhruv doesn't celebrate Holi, and doesn't even drink bhaang like before. He says it's because he gets reminded of Dadi.)

"Oh." I said, and walked away to the mandir.

Little did I know Shyam was following me.

When I reached, I offered my prayers. Soon, I was startled by a voice.

"Smita Ji, kahi bhi bhag lijiye, par aaj aapko laal rang pehle main laga hi dunga." The voice said. (Smita, run anywhere, but I'll apply red colour to you first.)

A/N - To my Non - Indian readers, It is a - well, you can call it a tradition - The husband applies colour to the wife on Holi first.

I snarled and turned around.

"Aap - " I started. (You - )

Suddenly, Di was passing by. She took notice of us.

"Arey, aap dono yaha kya kar rahe hai, Shyam Ji, Bhabhi?" (Hey, what're you both doing here, Shyam and Bhabhi?) She asked.

"Woh, Anjali, main inse keh raha tha ki inhe to kisi ne abhi tak rang lagaya hi nahi." Shyam said. (Anjali, I was telling her that no one applied Holi colours to her yet.)

"Ha. Main lagati hoon abhi jamkar." Di said. (Yeah. Wait, I'll apply really loud colour to her.)

"Anjali, main lagata hoon na." Shyam said, and I lightly growled. (Anjali, i'll apply it to her.)

Di nodded. Shyam dipped his hand in the red powder, his hand coming closer to my face.

"Woh, lagta hai mera phone baj raha hai. Main dekhti hoon. Di, I'll see you at our grounds for the Holi party directly." I said, rushing off. (Actually, I think my phone's ringing. I'll go check.)

We have a large ground, like a school's sports grounds, if you guys must say. We were having a Holi party there.