His Rooh | Deep Affection

✿ Eight • The Truth ✿

She stood there, clad in her deep red bridal lehenga, her eyes glistening with a mixture of emotions. Ruhani turned to face her father, who was trying his best to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. A heartfelt smile touched her lips as she looked into her father's eyes, her voice trembling with the weight of the moment.

"Take care, Dad," she whispered, trying to summon a smile, but the tears streaming down her cheeks gave her away. Her father, Sahib, pulled her into a tender embrace, holding her tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

Jodhbir, her steadfast companion, watched the emotional exchange between father and daughter. He wrapped his arms around Ruhani, offering his silent support and comfort. Gently, he guided her towards the waiting car, his touch reassuring as they embarked on the journey of their new life together.

Ruhani couldn't help but steal one last look at her family. Her father's tears mirrored her own, her uncle and aunt were equally emotional, and even Angad, the family's resident joker, couldn't hide the tears welling up in his eyes. Chahana sobbed on Jashn's shoulder, while her Girdhari uncle also wept in a corner.

As Ruhani wiped away her tears, Jodhbir, ever the charmer, leaned in closer, attempting to lighten the mood. "Ruhani, don't cry. Your makeup is getting ruined, and you've started to resemble a witch." He grinned playfully, successfully coaxing a smile from her tear-streaked face.

He ushered her into the waiting car, holding the door open for her like a true gentleman. Ruhani settled into the backseat, and Jodhbir followed, taking his place beside her. The car pulled away, leaving the tearful but joyful scene behind.

Ruhani nestled her head against Jodhbir's shoulder, closing her eyes to savor the moment. The overwhelming emotions of the day had left her feeling exhausted, and his warmth offered her solace.

"Feeling tired?" Jodhbir inquired softly, his fingers gently running through her hair as she lay against him.

She hummed in response, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"Does that mean we won't be consummating tonight?" His question, although straightforward, caught her off guard. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she stared at him as if he were an alien.

"Why are you staring at me like this?" Jodhbir asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Because you leave no chance to shock me. And no, we are not consummating tonight," she replied firmly, shaking her head at his audaciousness.

Jodhbir playfully pouted and averted his gaze, trying to hide his amusement. But Ruhani wasn't one to be swayed by dramatics. She quickly shifted her focus, directing it toward their home.

As they reached the apartment, Jodhbir helped Ruhani out of the car, his tenderness evident in the way he assisted with her lehenga. With the key to their new life in hand, he unlocked the door and ushered her inside.

"Now, you might be disappointed with this boring welcome," Jodhbir began, his voice tinged with playfulness, "but you already know that I'm a bit of a weirdo. Those tedious wedding rituals don't make much sense to me. Though consummation is a reasonable practice, it should be consensual, which isn't the case for us. So I'll wait for your consent, and then, very soon, our baby will be in your womb, and after a year—" His speech was abruptly interrupted by Ruhani.

"Can I come in, Mr. Husband?" she interrupted, her tone dripping with sugar-coated sarcasm.

Jodhbir bit his tongue, suppressing his grin. "Sorry, sorry, I got carried away with my rant. Mrs. Ruhani Jodhbir Agnihotri, welcome to our home."