SWEET DECEMBER ( Completed) ✅️

Chapter 15

OISHANI'S POV

Idhant jumped in air while Varad smiled at him. He was too happy to see his dad.

"Dadadadada."Idhant shouted running around pulling whatever he can. The apartment we are staying in is my parents. My teenage and most beautiful moments with my parents are spent here. Love for them and memories won't compensate the loss i had to face one after the other. Vashisth messaged me that he's going out of station on work purpose for a week and I should call him during emergency plus if I want to go away, I can always stay at his place.

Suddenly I felt someone's hand on my waist. Looking over my shoulder I saw Varad smiling at our son who's animatedly telling him about a game while he held me by my waist . Bending a bit Varad removed his hand to take orange from kitchen counter. Passing one to our child his hand was back on my stomach.

Oh my God!

He literally held me by my stomach from back listening to our son. Turning half towards him,  I tried to loosen up the hold but Varad pulled me towards him.

" Mummaaaa! Dadddaa! Yes yes !." I saw Idhant excitedly pointing his cheek. We both laughed and understood that he wants us to kiss him.  Going for same side, I kissed Idhant on his cheek while Varad kissed my left one. We were still for a moment not understanding what exactly happened.

" Yes yes yes !." Idhant cheered for us as he saw his dad kiss me.

Unintentionally.

Varad moved a bit back smiling at us. His hold on me didn't waver. After I strictly told him we can't be having any physical intimacy or this lovey dovey thing he refused to adhere to it.

What about me?

Why am I not able to shake his hand off my body?

Why can't I yell at him?

Or

Don't I want to?

" Come sit with us, will you?." Varad asked me looking into my eyes. I nodded my eyes as yes removing his hand from my tummy.  Smiling at me he kissed on my cheek before leaving me alone.

What the actual fuck?

It's been only a week but I feel it as if he's with me for years. Varad doesn't even react if I shout at him. 

" Oishani. Can I ask you something?." Varad spoke as i sat down in the balcony .

" Depends." I replied.

" Did you work in a company when we met at conference? I am only asking as I sometimes get flashes of my past. Just connecting dots." He said trying to careful with me.

" I did. It was just some stupid job. Hate that company and people in it. I should have joined some other company or gone abroad ." I replied remembering the horrible time of my life.

" I am glad you didn't. If not I wouldn't be having you and our son." Varad replied smiling at me. What happened to him? Does he remember our moments? Is he testing my loyalty?

" What is your aim now? How come you are asking specific details as if you remember them or do you?." I questioned him.  If he's playing memory loss drama to get back at me or to teach me a lesson that's not going to work. I can push him from here, maybe kill him with rat poison? Drown his head in bucket full of water while he's busy bathing our son.

Stop!
He is your husband!
He doesn't mean any harm!

I should stop watching crime thrillers!

" No.. I went for a walk today. Saw a company named Lettuce B healthy. Met someone from my past there, then suddenly flashes of our conversation appeared. Sometimes I do get these headaches and flashes of memory." He explained which didn't make me belive him.  I am far from being an innocent women who loves to trust and believe other humans as I always read doing that will bring good to us.

What did it bring me? Varad, who doesn't remember a thing.  My parents whom I lost in an accident . And Idhant, who is the only one can't stay without me. Maybe all those good things did get back to me in the form of my son.

" I worked there when we first met. Not interested to share any further details." I replied looking at passing clouds.

" Its okay. We are not having an interview. This is just an conversation." Varad spoke to which I didn't care to reply.

" Such an asshole! Net? Why is he even present here when he can find everything on internet!." I was angry on the that handsome hunk who decided to spoil the first day at work.

" You know,  he is a good guy. Don't fret about his behavior. Just normal response from him. " I heard Shubham give him word of encouragement which was not needed at that time.

" Whatever. Who knew I will be given saleswoman job when I actually wanted to contribute in development of your company." I replied.

Opening my eyes I looked at Varad who was busy watching something on his tab. Should I tell him what happened at conference? Will he be calm? Can My husband control his anger if he finds out whatever state we are in now is because of that Shubham.

" Which memory was troubling you?." I asked him.

" No memory with you in it troubles me. It is just frustrating to know that I had a past with you. Something so beautiful that my mind accepts you and our son as part of my soul. While the feelings which lead to this are buried deep within my memories." He replied.

I have never heard someone talk so beautifully about their problem. I expected a simple nothing or none of your bussiness instead he sat down  explaining what his memories actually make him feel. If only I had right to tell him about all the incidents which I ignored led to this present day.

" Are you hiding anything?." He asked sensing my body stance.

" No." I replied immediately.

" Oishnai. If you know something please tell me. I am not as good as you. Don't you think at some point in my life I need closure about my past?." He spoke making me feel guilty.

" I worked with a guy named Shubham. Who I think was your friend . I don't know if you still are." I said facing him.  Cool wind blew past us with lighting striking right across our balcony.

" He was." Varad spoke assessing me with his eyes.

"Well, after that conference, should I say after I fell in love with you. I quit my job as I felt it doesn't fit my job profile and reasons which I can't disclose but you should  know that shubam was not a very friendly person to work with. " I continued. He just nodded his head as if analyzing something calmly. Getting up from his chair he held his hand out,  placing mine in his I knew this is going to be a long night filled with conversations we both love to avoid.

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