GUYS INAYAT IS MY FIRST BOOK AND YOU WILL ENCOUNTER SO MANY MISTAKES IN THE BOOK PLEASE IGNORE THEM.. THIS BOOK NEEDS HUGE EDITING... PLEASE FORGIVE THIS AUTHOR FOR THE MISTAKES YOU WILL ENCOUNTER AND SOME ILLOGICAL THINGS ALSO.
Inayat, a 25-year-o...
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Inayat pov: -
The morning sun spills across the room, painting everything in a soft glow. I snuggle into what I think is my pillow, only to realize it's not. Since the accident, Veer and I share this bed – an unspoken pact of comfort and vulnerability. At first, he insisted on the sofa, but I asked him to join me. His discomfort was palpable, and I wanted him close.
Veer lies there, his face serene in sleep. It's a stark contrast to the walls he's erected around himself – walls that crumble only for me. Those nights when I hovered between life and oblivion, he sat by my side, weaving memories, apologizing as if he could mend the broken pieces. But it wasn't his fault. He told me about the premeditated plan, Mia's twisted game.
She never left my side – not in college, and certainly not here. When I returned from the hospital, Maa shared how Veer visited the temple daily, praying for my recovery. It warmed my heart. He's done so much for me. Maybe, just maybe, I can find a way to love him again. For his sake, I'll try. He deserves happiness after all the storms he's weathered.
My secret? Physiotherapy is working. Slowly, I can walk with support. A few more sessions, and I'll stride without hesitation. Only Mahir Bhai knows – he's my silent companion during therapy. The day I stood without support, he gifted me a whole pack of butterscotch. He's the brother I always yearned for.
"Why the smile?" Veer's voice breaks my reverie. His sleepy eyes meet mine, and I feel a flutter in my chest. "Just thanking God for the people in my life," I reply. His kiss on my forehead is a benediction. "Ready for therapy?" he asks, leading me to the bathroom.
He sets me on the counter, and I watch him – tousled hair, sleepy eyes, and all. "Thank you, Mr. Singhania," I say as he hands me a preloaded toothbrush. "You're welcome, Ms. Vaid," he teases, and I return his smile.
"Here are your clothes. Get ready. I'll be outside," he says, leaving the bathroom. I get dressed in a white frock and let my hair down. I climb down from the counter, holding onto it for support, and look at myself in the mirror. "Inayat, are you ready?" Veer asks from outside. "Yes," I reply, climbing back onto the counter. I haven't told Veer that I can walk because I love when he carries me everywhere. I love being in his arms.
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As Veer helps me with my sandals, I can't help but express my gratitude. "Thank you," I say. When he asks why, I simply reply, "For being there for me when I needed you most." His response is immediate and heartfelt. "Always."
Our moment is interrupted by a knock on the door. Veer goes to answer it, revealing Mahir Bhai on the other side. He greets us warmly and brings in the wheelchair I had requested. Veer looks at me questioningly, but I nod at him. "Are you sure?" he asks. "Yes," I confirm, and Mahir Bhai helps me sit on the wheelchair. It feels a bit strange, but I'm planning to surprise everyone tonight. Mahir Bhai had agreed to help when I asked him. "Let's go," I say, and both of them nod.
As we drive away from the hospital after my therapy session, Mahir Bhai asks, "Inayat, do you want to tell everyone tonight?" The doctor had given me the green light to walk, but I would need to use a cane for a few more days to avoid putting too much pressure on my legs. "Yeah, I will tell everyone. Everyone has done so much for me, especially you and Veer. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to walk again," I say. His response warms my heart. "You're like my little sister, Inayat. I would do anything to make you happy, even if that means standing up to Veer." I can't help but smile at his words.
As we arrive at the Singhania Mansion around 5pm, Mahir Bhai offers me his arm for support. I take a deep breath, gripping his arm with one hand and my cane with the other, and nod.
Mahir Bhai rings the bell, and the main door swings open to reveal Niya, all dressed up in her Navratri attire. Her face lights up when she sees me, but her expression quickly turns to shock. "Oh my God, Bhabhi!" she exclaims, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. I almost lose my balance, but Mahir Bhai steadies me. "Niya, don't jump on her," he cautions. "Sorry, Bhabhi. I'm just so happy you're able to walk again," she says, her smile wide. "Let's get you inside," Mahir Bhai suggests, and I nod in agreement.
As we enter, everyone in the lobby stands up and turns to look at me. Their faces reflect a mix of emotions. "Inayat," Maa says, coming over to me and cupping my face. "You can walk," she states, her voice choked with emotion. I nod in response. "I'm so happy for you, my child," Papa says, patting my head. Dadu also expresses his joy, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Finally, God answered my prayers. I can't bear to see my Inayat sad. I know how much you loved dancing, and when you found out about your legs, I could tell how devastated you were. I'm so happy for you," he says, giving me a light hug. I hug him back, and when I pull away, I see a tear trickling down his cheek.
"Why are you crying, Dadu? Stop crying, or I'll start crying too," I say, wiping away my own tears along with his. "I'll make Inayat's favorite food today," Maa announces, heading towards the kitchen.
"Where is Veer?" I ask Maa. "He's in his room. He'll be overjoyed when he sees you like this. Go show him that his Inayat is back," Maa advises. I nod in agreement. "Let me help you climb the stairs," Mahir Bhai offers, holding my arm as I grip the railing and begin to ascend the stairs.
