Subliminally Claimed.

Chapter-25

Kavya's POV

'I know uncle, I wanted to come to restaurant to get those files but now I can't come as Kavya is sick. Can you send me the files at my home?' His voice bought me out from my sleep and I got up and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

'You are not going to work for me?' I asked and he quickly cut the call.

'Hey! Why did you got up?' he asked and quickly came and held me in his arms.

'Sorry that my conversation woke you up,' he said.

'Anyways, let's have khichdi and then take a dose of medicine,' he said as he made me sat on the sofa.

'You are not going to work for me?' I asked, again.

Sohum never skipped his office and here, this guy, the boss of a big hotel is skipping work to take care of me.

'As you know, my manager, I mean uncle Raut asked me to take leave due to those pictures but today I wanted to go and get some file but I asked him to send it to my house.'

'Because of me you didn't go?'

'It's not a big deal, Kavya.

'For me it is, Kabir. Thank you for leaving your work for me,' I said as I took a bowl of khichdi and water from his hand.

'You will not eat?' I asked and it seemed that something dawned on him and he suddenly called Suraj Bhaiya and asked him to take the packet of samosa for Raj which Kabir had bought for him.

'You can leave Kabir,' I said, again.

'Can you stop telling me the same thing again and again? I know, I will never cross your mind when you will need someone's help but that doesn't mean you can ask me to leave you again and again.' he shouted and suddenly tears started rolling down my cheeks.

'Hey! I am sorry. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you,' he said and came and sat near me and tried to take me in his arms but I pushed him away.

'You know, why you never crossed my mind when I was ill, because for the past three years I am handling all by myself, because for the past three years I am taking care of myself without relaying over anybody so, how can suddenly someone cross my mind when I have got used to handle situation alone,' I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

'For the past three years?' he asked and tried to hold my hand but I removed my hand from his grip.

'Sohum left me three years ago, Kabir,' I told him as once again I wiped my tears.

'You mean, you both are divorced?' he asked.

'No Kabir, he is dead. Three years ago, he went to heaven leaving me all alone in this world,' I said and Kabir showed his fingers through his hair.

'No... no... god... I am so sorry,' he said and started pacing around the room.

Then he came and knelt in front of me.

'Listen... let's talk about this later. First let's have the khichdi,' he said.

'No. From the day he died, I am handling everything alone. You know, before marriage I had not even gone out to bring vegetables and after getting married we used to always go together. You know, for the first time I came home after he died, for the first week, I only had daal with roti as I didn't knew how to go to market and buy vegetables alone,' I remembered those days and I hope those days will never return.

'And look at you now,' he said but I didn't reply anything.

'After getting married and moving here with him, I never left the house without him. Whenever he came back from office, we used to go out for a walk. After he died, for the first time I tried to go out, I ran back to home within two minutes. The whole world felt so big without him by my side. It felt like every eyes were only looking at me.'