a t-shirt with Krushi and Sanam's picture on it. She looked so happy. They both looked so happy. She had the most beautiful smile. Her eyes were crescent shaped. Her hair was tied to a ponytail. Sanam was back hugging her. Tears started to form in my eyes. I quickly blinked it off and took looked for something else. I took a ocean blue dress and gave her. I didn't give her a jeans or trousers as she might find it difficult to wear it. "Wear it. After that we will go to the hospital." I went out of the closet to the bathroom to take a shower.
I knocked the door of the closet to know if she was still there or not. Still no response. So I went inside the closet. I saw her sitting quietly and staring the floor. "How could you think that she could walk with that injured feet!" My sub concious mind scolded me. "Wait. I am coming within few minutes." Saying that I took my t-shirt and jeans and went out of the closet. I quickly changed into my outfit and went inside. I looked into her suitcase if she had flip-flops. She didn't had one. All were shoes. Does it mean she was wearing shoes under the lehenga? But she had worn heels before marriage. How? It's too confusing. I shook it off . I searched in another suitcase. It had a pair of grey furry bunny slipper. My jaw dropped. This girl who is too blunt, sometimes seem heartless has a bunny slipper.
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"It's her choice. Who are you to judge!" My subconscious mind scolded me. I quickly made her wear those with utmost care and carried her downstairs.
"Where are you taking her?" Maa made her way towards us "What happened to her feet!" Chachi exclaimed. Before I could answer mom shouted," what did you do to her now!"
It felt like someone stabbed me directly in my heart. I wanted to cry. It was the first time that I am crying inside for long. My throat was paining from trying to supress my sob. I wanted to answer but Krushi beat me. "We are going to hospital, aunty. And he didn't do anything. He just changed my dressing of the wound that I got yesterday." Krushi said with her low voice. She was too trying hard not to cry. She didn't mention about what had happen few minutes ago.
" I will take her to hospital. Krushi come." Vishal said coming towards us. Seriously! She's my wife and you are asking her to come with you infront of me. I wanted to give him a piece of mind but what should I say to him after doing this much to him.
Krushi's POV
"I will take her to hospital. Krushi come." Vishal said. What the hell! Is he mad or what! And why this stupid is not saying anything to him. I am his wife and he can't even say something to him. Oh! Why will he say something! I am not Kriya di. If she had been in my place then he would have said him. It made me little sad. Nd how could Vishal! I showed my palm to him to stop there. I encircled my arms around Mr. Baraskar. "My husband can take me Vishal. My husband is not physically disabled that I need others help." I stressed on the word husband. "Let's go." I looked at Mr. Baraskar.
Abhimaan's POV She put her arms around my neck. My heart started to race. I hope she doesn't hear that. It would be so embarassing.
"My husband can take me Vishal. He is not physically disabled that I need others help." she snapped at Vishal. To be honest he was quite taken aback. She looked at me and said to go.
I was felt very happy when she addressed me as her husband. It gave me a little hope that she might forgive me.
