Finding True Love

MOM

Abhiudey POV

"I'm sorry, Abhi. I can't wear that ring," I was standing there dumbfounded.

"Why?" I whispered.

"Did you forget that I signed the divorce papers? We aren't husband and wife anymore. We are divorced, Abhi," she shouted and sniffed the air. So that's the matter. She nearly gave me heart attack. I sighed in relief.

"Who said we are divorced. As far as I know, both husband and wife's sign needed to be divorced," she frowned at my statement.

"What do you mean?" she asked in confusion.

"I didn't sign," I admitted.

"Why?" she murmured, staring at me blankly.

"I just couldn't. I felt like I couldn't let you go. I thought if I sign those papers, I would lose you forever. But I wasn't ready for this," I confessed to her honestly. I saw anger in her eyes. "Princess."

"AND YOU MADE ME SIGN THOSE DAMN DIVORCE PAPERS, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" she yelled at me. She looks more sexy when she is angry.

"I am sorry, princess. Will you wear it, please?" I pleaded still not sure she will forgive me or not.

"GIVE THAT TO ME. IT'S MINE," she snatched the ring from me and wear it herself. I couldn't suppress my smile when he called it her. It made me proud. "Will you try to give it to someone else?" she asked me out of nowhere.

"What! NOO!" I exclaimed.

"Good for you," she mumbled and admiring her wedding ring smilingly. She looked at me and my wedding ring.

"Haven't remove it for a single moment," she come closer as I told her.

"Neither it is?" she asked me, brushing her fingers on the bracelet she gave me which bears the memory we have together. The symbol of our love.

"Neither it is," I whispered. She gave me teary smile. I angled my face, leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

"Let's go back. You are already exhausted," I didn't argued with her. Cause I am tired and a felt a little bit light headed. If it was before, I might not think about it. But now, I have to take care of myself so that I can take care of my princess.

We went back to her apartment. Isha was making dinner while I was sitting on the couch in the living room as I am not allowed to enter HER kitchen.

After dinner we were sitting in the bed room, watching the moon light shining through the window. Isha head was on my shoulder and I was wrapping my arm around her.

"Abhi who is the woman in this photo?" Isha asked me suddenly, showing a picture which was in my wallet. I took the photo from her and caressing it.

"My mom," I whispered inaudibly.

"You never talk about you mom. Do you wanna talk?" she asked unsurely.

"I want to," I murmured, holding her tightly. I have never talk about this to anyone. But now, I have someone with whom I can share anything. She raised her head, touched my face tenderly and put my head on her chest.

"You don't need to if you are uncomfortable," she whispered in my ears. I shook my head.

"Let me say, princess. I don't wanna keep it to myself anymore," I expressed, she kept patting my head gently. I started telling her. "My mom loved me a lot. For me she was the best mom ever. She used to sit beside me all night whenever I got sick. She used to make my favorite food. She was the best cook. She used to make the best birthday cake for me every year on my birthday," I paused for some time. I took a deep breath and started telling her about the worst day of my life.