Engaged - My love story

Chapter 22

Smita POV

I had to expose this man. For me. For Dhruv. For our future baby.

I marched along the hallways, as Dhruv stood outside our room, looking at me amusedly as I paced back and forth.

"Mujhe uska laptop password pata to hain, I just have to make sure that the web cam recordings go to Shyam's laptop." I said. (I know his laptop password - )

"Web cam?" Dhruv asked, alarmed.

"Oh, right. You don't know. Come with me." I said.

We reached the terrace, and I secretly showed him the web cam.

"Web cams to Di ke credit card number se aaye the." Dhruv said, aghast. (Web cams were ordered by Di's credit card.)

"Nahi, Dhruv. It's not Di. Remember, Di told us her credit card was missing. Well, maine uske baad Shyam se ughalva diya tha ki unhone Di ka credit card chura liya tha." I said. (No, Dhruv. Anyways, after that, I'd lured Shyam into confessing he'd stolen Di's credit card.)

Dhruv gestured for me to continue.

"Dhruv, main tumhe aaj hi proof bhi dikha dungi. Us din, jab main hamare room main gayi thi, to mujhe - you recall that note? Woh mila tha." I said. (I'll show you proof today. That day, when I went into our room, then I got that note.)

"Ha, I saw it and went up." Dhruv said. (Yes - )

"I thought it was from you, even though I felt weird about it, I went up, and Shyam was there. He called me Khushi, and he said that he had a plan for you to be - " I broke into tears.

"For me to be?" Dhruv asked.

"Killed." I said.

"What?" Dhruv asked.

"Ha, aur usne kaha ki uske baad woh mujhse shaadi kar lega, aur force me mujhe hug kar liya. I care for Anjali Di as much as you do, Dhruv. I told him to leave her instead of giving her more and more pain in life. I guess that's where you must have come in." I said. (Yeah, and he said after that he'd marry me, and he forcefully hugged me -)

"Hmm. So, plan kya hai?" Dhruv asked. (What's the plan?)

"First step :- Treat a loch ness monster with affection to trap him." I said.

Some time later....

I knocked on the door of Di's and Shyam's room. Di was downstairs, only Shyam was present in the room.

He opened the door.

"Arey, Smita Ji. Boliye na." He said. (Hey, Smita. Why, what happened?)

I suppressed my anger to slap that man.

"Shyam Ji! Main aap hi ke bare main soch rahi thi." I said, trying to bring my most sweetest voice in. (Shyam, I was thinking about you only.)

Shyam looked confused, but he got happy.

"Acha, Khushi Ji, andar aa jaiye aap." He said. (Oh, Khushi, please come in.)

"Nahi, woh kuch mangna tha aap se. Mangu kya?" I said, trying my best to flirt. (No, I had to ask you for something. Shall I?)

"Bataiye na." (Please tell me.)

"Woh, gynecologist ne baby ke liye kuch medicines diye hai. Aap le aayenge kya? Iske papa ko to utna bhi time nahi hai." I said. (Actually, the gynecologist had given some medicines for the baby. Can you get them? The baby's father hardly has time for that.)

"Ji, kyu nahi. Main abhi le aata hoon." He said, rushing off with a paper I gave him. (Yes, why not? I'll get it.)

I went into my room, secretly carrying Shyam's laptop. I locked the door.

"Agar koi aa gaya to?" Dhruv asked. (If someone tries to come in?)

"I told you." I said.

"Seriously, isn't it embarrassing if someone knocked on our door and we moan as if we're having sex?" Dhruv asked.

"Ek hi raasta hai, Dhruv." I said. (It's the only way.)

"Crazy way. But where there's Khushi, then craziness has to exist." Dhruv laughed.

The laptop demanded for the password. I turned to Dhruv.

"What?" He asked.

"Tumhe yaad hai tum school main sabki aavazo ki nakal karte the?" I asked. (You remember how you could imitate everyone's voice in school?)

"Ha, aur log jaan bhi nahi paate the ki main karta tha ya woh insaan jiski aavaz se main baat karta tha." Dhruv chuckled. (Yeah, and people couldn't even recognise if it was me or the person who's voice I spoke in.)

"Exactly. Can you speak in Shyam's voice?" I said.

"Sure, but - " Dhruv started.

"Voice password hai." I pointed out. (It's a voice password.)

"Acha. Password batana." Dhruv said. (Oh. Tell me the password.)

I tried not to cry.

"I'm with you, no matter what." Dhruv kissed my forehead.

"Just say I love you, and say it with my pet name you've given me. I can't even say the password." I said.

"Okay. Is it I love you Smi?" He asked.

I nodded in refusal.

"Pumpkin?"

I nodded in refusal.

"Sherni?" (Lioness?)

I nodded in refusal.

"K - Khushi?" 

I looked at him, and he understood.

"I'll kill that man." Dhruv snarled.

"Okay, just say the password in Shyam's voice." I said.

He did it, and the laptop was unlocked.

I opened his library, and went to the videos section.

Gotcha. Finally. There were the recordings.

I played the one for the day Dhruv saw me and Shyam in the terrace.

Dhruv was aghast when the recording ended.

We both broke into light tears.

"Smita - I'm so sorry. Maine bina wajah tum par vishwas nahi karke tumhe kitna dard pahunchaya hain, but you never lost love or trust for me." He said, grasping my right hand, as my left was injured. (Without reason, I decided not to trust you. I gave you so much pain - )

"Dhruv, it's okay." I said.

"What can I do to make up for what I did?" He asked.

"Accept me as your wife again, and kiss me, with lov - " I said.

He'd already locked his lips with me. This time it was just love, passion, and lust.

We broke apart after long.

"I already accepted you when we found out you were not pregnant." He said.

I felt sad again, and looked down at my stomach.

"Khushi, maine kaha na, I'll give you the baby you want so desperately. But, I don't think we should be like Hugo in your story who got Sofia pregnant in a week of their marriage. Let's wait atleast for two to three months." (I told you, Khushi - )

I laughed at his 'hugfia' reference.

We hugged tightly.

"Acha, ab Shyam ke aane se pehle, let's get these files in the pendrive and keep the laptop back." (Okay, before Shyam returns - )

We did it, and Shyam came back, saying he couldn't find the medicine, and he'll get them tomorrow evening.

Huh. As if you'll stay in this house that long, monster. You're getting behind the bars just next afternoon.