Dark Souls √

37

my silence spoke a thousand words but you never heard them...

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She sighed entering the house with the grocery bags. She found it stupid to take people with her to hold the bags for her. She was strong enough to do her work herself. 

She did have to bring her things along with the groceries. She couldn't take anybody else with herself. Moreover, Disha was getting married, she need to manage her jewelry and footwear matching with her dresses.

There was so much to do and she already felt tired thinking about everything. On top of this, her husband will never let her focus on her things when he would be home. She was thankful that he was a busy man.

He didn't really have much time to spend with her but whatever small amount of time he spend with her made her feel so precious and happy. She never thought she could be this happy in her life.

"Kimaya, did you buy everything?", Stuti asked her checking the bags as she nodded.

"Ji Chachi", she responded pushing her hair back which came out of her braid falling on her face.

"You must be tired. Why don't you go to your room and have some rest?", Stuti spoke caressing her cheek making her smile. She nodded quickly walking upstairs managing her saree. She was getting accustomed to wearing it and was not that much uncomfortable now.

She reached her room walking to the bathroom immediately to get freshen up. 

She sometimes thought that she had OCD with the way she was always obsessed with cleanliness but again it depends. If she is tired, she would be lazy to wash herself after coming home after a long sweaty trip.

She got outside after the warm shower, letting go of her tiredness. 

She was still wiping her face with the towel, she looked at the table where her dresses were neatly kept. She was too tired to take out their matching jewelry.

She heard the knock on the door which made her sigh. She walked to the door and opened it to come across one of the helpers having a cup of hot coffee in her hand.

"Thank you", she said with a smile taking the cup from her hand and closed the door behind her.

It was already 5 in the evening. She walked to the balcony leaning on the glass railing looking in the garden. It was always calming to look at the rose garden. She looked up at the sky wanting peace in her life.

She could never imagine her life to be this blissful. Randhir was the best husband she could ever ask for. He was always there for her no matter what. He definitely was rude at times but she knew it was not his intention to be rude to her. It was just in his personality. He was not the usual sweet husband she saw in movies and read in books. He was complicated.

She heard the honk of the car as her eyes went to the entrance of the mansion. The black car she became familiar with came into her view as the chauffeur opened the back door, her husband's black shoes came in view as he got down the car.

She breathed softly smiling at him as his eyes immediately met hers. His usual habit of looking at his room's balcony these days made her smile brightly.

She waved her left hand at him like a small child making him smile softly. She was so adorable. He didn't even have words to explain his feelings for her. 

He had a different side for her. A lot more softer side. He knew he could trust her with himself and he was proud that he found such a perfect life partner for himself.