MY ENDLESS LOVE FOR YOU.

CHAPTER-21

"One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired."

PRITHVI

Sunrays of morning disturbed my sleep.

I didn't bother to open my eyes instead I turned on my side plopping my hand on the pillow that got in my way. Even dreams were occupied with her memories.

Aise hi hota hai jab khud ki dost se pyaar ho jaye. Sapne ho ya haqeeqat, kaha akala chode gi.

{This is what happens to be married to your own best friend. She would always be there in reality as well as in dreams}

Huffing at my musing thoughts, I tried to get back to my sleep. I was done with my workout despite being Sunday, so I deserved a couple of hours of extra rest.

A sprinkle of wet droplets landed on my face. Wiping it away, I attempted to dose off. Again my sleep was disturbed by the second round of sprinkles. Damn it! I can't even peacefully rest on my weekend.

With an annoyed sigh, I blinked my eyes open finding the reason for the disturbance. My anger dissipates in a second due to the view of Jyothika towel-drying her hair.

Boring se sunday ki shuravat itni khubsurat kaise hone lagne lagi...

{Boring Sundays could have a beautiful start too}

Placing my hand on the back of my head, I shift up and allow my half-lid gaze to their feed on such beautiful sight.

Carelessly throwing the wet towel on the dressing chair, she walks near the mirror. Bending sideways, she reaches for something, though I stare at the bare skin of her back as her hair swept to one side. Used to my logical boundaries, my mind poorly urges me to avert my gaze.

'Biwi hai ab woh meri'

{She's my wife}

I murmur to myself immediately shutting the voice down and giving ownership to what my heart was demanding.

Throwing the blankets away, I silently step out of bed. My bare feet carried me to her, folding my hands across my chest I tilt my head to the side seeing her tying the delicate anklet around her uplifted feet.

Jyothika wasn't fond of heavy jewelry. Upon getting suggestions from Ammu and Bua Dadi, she settled for lighter ones. Her anklets were void of any loud bells still the golden line of chain glittered on her perfect dusky skin.

A light shade of nail paint on her bare toes would have highlighted the beauty. I smile, remembering how messy she was with nail paints. Maybe I'd do it for her as I used to before the awkwardness settled in between us. Surely she wouldn't mind now.

Next, she grasps for another long string of silver chains, and my hands reach forward to hold the other end before I could realize. With a startled gaze, she turns to face me.

"Raj, when did you wake up? Aapne...tumne bataya nahi!"

{You didn't tell me}

I assumed she would stop using these honorifics once I denied her. Most probably both the old grannies would give up after having their fill of teasing us. Looks like she had a different idea. Not like I mind exactly. It hits square in my heart whenever she uses it. In the end, it was her choice.

Her dark brown eyes innocently blink up as my silence stretches for a long.

I lean towards her, "Beparawah man ko bechain kar deti hai tumhari yeh ankhein. Pakdi jaye toh Phir bhi kaise massom banti hai..."

{Your eyes create disturbance in my wandering heart. Then they behave innocently at being accused in front of me}

I wasn't poetic or romantic in any means like her fictional stories. What I could offer her is my honesty. If I'm hurt, if I'm happy, or if I'm desiring her at the moment, I don't stop myself from conveying my feelings for her. Words straight from my heart. That only she owns it.