The next week practically flew by. Jay had taken a flight out to Bangalore next Saturday, Abhay was to rejoin on Monday so they had to be back at Pathankot by Sunday evening. Amrit had learnt a lot about her husband in that one week they had spent with his family. He was very disciplined. He had a set routine and he followed that too diligently. He always had a hearty breakfast, well, so did his family and she was surprised to see how much they could eat early in the morning but then they always had light early dinners. For her it was all so new. She could barely keep up so much so on the third day after her marriage she had an upset stomach. After that Abhay had asked her to keep what routine she had for eating and that she needn't change her habits because they had different routines and sudden changes would cause her to get sick. Slowly she could change if she wanted to. He was very adjusting that way. And Amrit found he was easy to talk to as well. He wouldn't rush into things always taking his time to understand and then talk. His family was very warm. Sarla was so much like her it was amazing. It was as if they were long lost friends. Jay was the funniest. He had made her smile twice with his antics and he couldn't stop boasting. Rajesh was a great human being but he was a better father. She felt so close to him. He would take her along with him for walks and talk about all his feats to her sometimes even repeating his stories but she didn't mind. Abhay was the quietest of them all. He would talk only when necessary or just keep quiet and listen to the rest.
Their house was beautiful, it was bungalow style with four rooms, since both Abhay and Jay lived separately they didn't need a bigger house than what they had. With beautiful front lawn and a small garden at the back the house was just perfect for her in laws. It was well maintained and a tastefully decorated house. Abhay's room was very austere in terms of furniture, wall color. There was a huge bed, a wardrobe, a set of table and chair put away in one corner, two accent chairs with a small oval table between them, a rug and some wall décor. That was it. It was way too simple and Sarla had told her he had gotten his room redone after his divorce choosing a plain cream color and simple furniture. And Amrit had heard the sadness in her voice. She had also told her Abhay had been different before his divorce. He had been just as comical as Jay with a bit of seriousness. But when Natasha had left he had lost his happy self and gone all serious. He still smiled but it was never from his heart. He still laughed but not the way he used to and even then they were so far in between that when he did it surprised them. Amrit hadn't questioned her mother-in-law on why she left or what happened. She had decided to let Abhay talk about it when he was ready. Besides she did not want to look nosy.
Amrit packed her bag as they were leaving for Pathankot in about half an hour. She thought about her week here. She would miss the warmth and the company both. She hadn't missed her family much she thought but then she had been staying by herself for around five years now so missing them just because she had gotten married was not much of a deal. So far everything had gone perfectly she just hoped it would be the same when they reached Pathankot because from here on she would be alone with Abhay. She was so attracted to him it wasn't even funny. What was she supposed to do? The man was so undeniably good at everything he did. How was she supposed to resist that? The close proximity hadn't helped either. It was only going to get more private. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. So far everything had gone quite well with so many people around and lunch and dinner parties and other rituals that were supposed to take place that both she and Abhay hadn't had much time alone. And suddenly she would be in that situation. But it was a phase she had known would come sooner or later. How was she going to cope with it? She hoped she fared well.
Sarla had been trying to get Abhay to extend his stay but he had resolutely refused citing he had already taken too much time off his duty and he had to be back. Rajesh was in agreement with Abhay. Though Abhay had told them that Amrit could stay back a few more days if that was okay but then Sarla had refused. They stay together or go together she had said. So here Amrit was in her room packing the last bit. She zipped her bag close and stood up with a sigh. Her new life was just starting and she was nervous not all that much now that she knew a few things she felt more confident but still. How long could she ignore the growing attraction she felt for her husband? Not long came the answer. She trusted him in her own way and he had kept every word he had given her so far but she still needed to learn so much about him. There was so much more to a person than just his regular habits and that was what was making her nervous. Would she be able to fulfil the promise she had made to Sarla? That she would help Abhay to get over his past. The biggest problem was she had no clue how. She herself hadn't been able to completely shake off hers how would she help Abhay?
But a promise was a promise and she will just have to come up with something maybe in turn she would be able to help herself too. This was her life now and she had to make the most of it. Besides she had to figure out how to achieve her goals too. She was still waiting for a reply from the local college where she had applied. She sighed. She bid goodbye to the room where she had been staying for the past one week and took her heavy bag outside. Rest of the luggage had already been loaded in Abhay's gypsy.
Life was just starting to get interesting and if she found her attraction for Abhay challenging how challenging would she find the people and the situations that would soon try and turn her life upside down.
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