HIRING YOU AS MY WIFE

PART : 31 Home is where he is

Drishti's pov

You...you should have died the day I gave birth to you.

You are the disgrace to family...I so knew it you married the man because you got pregnant before marriage.

Can't believe we didn't know about your relationship.

I told your coward of father to not allow you so much of freedom but that idiot couldn't be man enough to stop you.

Do you even realise how much our reputation will fall because of the stunt you pulled.

You are a characterless girl.

Get lost....I disown you.

I cried cried and cried... bringing my knees close to my chest...I continued to weep...as long as I can.

Her words...her words... pierced my heart as thousands of needles would do.

"Di..you should go back." Jia patted my hairs as if I were younger one here...I nodded as words could'nt come out of my throat.

But I didn't mind...I just want to go back to home...my home the real the actual one...where I have an actual family...m.. my family.

"Di...did you call jiju?" I just nodded again.

Suddenly doorbell rang and Jiya rushed to open the door.

I wiped my cheeks as I don't want him to find me in this vulnerable state.

I looked my self in the mirror and god!! I am a mess.

I was about to go to wash my face when

"Drishti!!....Mrs Shergill...Mrs Shergill!" he barged in...and I stood still.

I bowed my head down as I wasn't able to look at him...I could sense him coming towards me.

"Look at me" I nodded negatively.

"Please"he urged and I finally looked at him.

Shock...concern...frustration or I could say mixed emotions ran down on his face.

"What's wrong?" I have never ever heard his voice this gentle ..this humble.

"I...I ...wan_t ..to go home" I stuttered.

"Come here" he pulled me in his embrace and hugged me as tight as he could and I did the same.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" He whispered in my ears. That's it I was vulnerable again.

I started crying as if there was no tomorrow. I hugged him tight and did all the weeping.

I don't care if I am a mess...I can't handle it. He patted my hairs as if I was a child then rubbed my back.

"I can't.. handle it an..ymore....I am fed up... please.. please take me home" I managed to tell him.

He nodded and carried me in his arms...I was too messed up to care.

I hid my face in the crook of his neck and continued my weeping.

He made me sit in his car...and started driving holding my one hand and drew circles on the back of my hand.

Rakshit's pov

I never want to see her in this state again and I will make sure of it.

She is the strongest woman I know...yet she is in this state...I cannot imagine what is she going through...or who made her this vulnerable....but one thing is sure...I am going to mess up with their life badly.

Because no one messes with my wife.

I tried asking her what's wrong but she just told me that she wants to go home.

A satisfactory feeling build inside me as she thought that our home will be the comforting place for her...and I am happy about that.

I don't know why I called her sweetheart as I thought she would get offended but surprisingly she talked to me more as I called her that... maybe...just maybe she liked it.

As we reached home I took her to our room and handed a glass of water.

She denied but when I placed the glass near her mouth she did drank it and again she threw herself in my arms.

I think she just wants comfort for now.

I brought my arms towards her waist and brought her more closer to me...not leaving any space in between.

I can't see her in this state...I can't it pains me.

"I ..am n..not characterless like..like her" she sobbed again.

And my eyes widened at her words.

"Who the hell called you that?" I asked raising my voice. She sobbed again. I sighed.

I rubbed her back trying to soothe her.

"You are not that... forget it who said what... okay? You must be tired let's go to sleep."

I tried to lay her down on bed but she didn't budge from my arms.

"..my..my mother" she answered to my earlier question.

I was shocked would be an understatement...I was shocked to core...I mean a mother is the one who knows you inside out...then how can her mother call her such absurd names when she is clearly the opposite.

"..Do you think the same about me ...like her?" she asked between her sobs.

"Hell no...she is crazy...a gone case if she thinks that." I replied and felt her hold tighten around me.

"Look at me" I requested and she did...red, puffy eyes,drenched with tears...I clenched my jaw...not wanting her to be in such a state.

"You know that I never lie.. right?" she nodded.

"Then trust me when I say...you are the most precious gift God has allowed me in my birth life and I never wanna let go" I confessed what I felt at the moment.

Then leaned forward to kiss her forehead...then her weeping eyes.

She frozed for a minute but didn't let go.

"Let's sleep sweetheart" I whispered in her ears and she obliged to sleep this time.

I layed her down and brought her closer in my arms.. covering both of us with the blanket.

Then I suddenly heard her soft snores. She did sleep finally.

I hope we discuss this tomorrow.

Sighing I closed my eyes... welcoming the deep slumber.

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