His Delicate Queen

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"kuch jyaada hi boldiya..." she muttered under her breath. But she had no plans to apologise. She went back to bed after once peeking out at balcony taking a little glimpse of his figure, who was busy smoking. She sighed. And took out the bottle of pills from the side drawer before hesitantly gulping those down.
She laid on the bed consumed in her thoughts till the sleep engulfed her.

Sidharth smoked cigarettes, after cigarettes. He was tensed. So damn tensed about the chaos in khan palace. And a little verbal combat happened just a while before with his wife made him all the more stressed. He was in desperate need of alcohol but he wasn't in his palace to order it shamelessly. Though he was shehenshah, he had his own set of ethics. He works according to the certain rules of himself.

He looked back, taking a peek into room, only to find her sleeping peacefully. That's when he realized that's him, who is affected. He is the one who suffered two years. Its him who was guilt ridden. Its him who lost his daughter, wife, and happiness in his life. Its him. Just him. She is sleeping peacefully, with her face unlined. She looked calm. She probably doesn't give a damn about the fact that he really felt hurt because she said those things. She was happy without him this two years. She must have not missed him too, the way he used to miss her terribly. But why would she. She doesn't love him. All things he expected her to do was the things one expects from his partner. The one who reciprocates their love. The one who care for them. The one who believe in them. The one who would hold on them when they will fell to gather themselves.

She did nothing of it. So was it worth?? His heart was quick to deny his intellectually rubbish brain. He can never give up. Not atleast on her. He would never ever give up on her, No matter how much she push him back
He sighed crushing the cigar and leaned back on the little bedding in balcony. He wrapped the blanket around himself and kept on gazing towards the stars. They looked so serene. He didn't know when sleep consumed him. And it literally shocked him when he started feeling drowsy. Because all these days when she was away, he couldn't sleep. It was always alcohol or sleeping pills which would make him sleep but even just being in the same room as hers , bought peace throughout his soul. He felt... complete??

He slept there with peace etched on his face even after being angry with her, even after the argument, even after taking her brutal words, even after his heart being trampled, there was peace. It was the peace of being close to his beloved.

The sun rays flashed right on his face making him scrunch his nose and pull the blanket over his sun kissed face. There were just 3 minutes of peace until his alarm rung making him groan and finally wake up. He looked around the surrounding and analysed it well. The events from last night flashed infront of his eyes making his mood solemn again. He got up and made a call, before grabbing the towel from the cupboard and going in the washroom.

After a good shower and his other business he came out with the towel wrapped around his waist. He dried his hair with the another towel he found in the washroom and then sat on the couch totally engrossed in his mobile. He avoided looking at her beautiful sleeping face because he knew once he will look then he can't really stop staring at her.

He tried hard to make his gaze still to the mobile when he heard her yawning, that means she woke up. He decided not to speak much to her because simply he don't want to ruin her mood.

Shehnaaz rubbed her eyes cutely and looked around the bed and then the watch, it was 7: 40 and then her gaze landed on her hot, tempting husband who had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist with his legs crossed one over other and he was totally engrossed in his mobile.

She deliberately stomped her foot on her slippers so he could look at her but didn't even bother to look up from the screen of that bloody mobile. She flared her nose due to lack of attention.