Unwanted [COMPLETED]

Epilogue

Vikrant

I walk out of the jewelry shop, pocketing the velvet box in my coat.

A cool evening breeze welcomes me as I walk to my car, and I let out a small smile.

Who would have thought that me, Vikrant Sisodiya, would be giddy about going out with his wife?

Shaking my head, I climb inside the car and ask the driver to take me home.

To my Nandini.

When I agreed to marry her, I had no intention of honoring the vows we had taken then.

Heck, I didn't even consider her as my wife. She was only a pawn in the stupid revenge game I was planning to play at that time.

Although I do feel remorseful about why I married Nandini and how I treated her for a while after our marriage, I don't fully regret planning the revenge to get back at Myra and Raghav.

How can I ever regret it when that was what brought Nandini into my life?

Yes, I regret my behavior, and I have countless times apologized to her in the last two weeks after we returned home after Rishabh's arrest.

But every time I apologize, she says she has forgiven me, and it's time to move on from the past.

When she says that, with a hopeful smile on her face, I control every fiber of my being to stop myself from giving in to the temptation and kissing her.

It's because I still am not sure what we are right now.

Nandini says she has forgiven me, but I don't know if she wants to stay married and give us another chance.

Although I have fallen for her, I have no idea if she also reciprocates the feelings I have for her.

The first time I realized my love for her, I also realized how it felt to love someone. To truly and genuinely fall in love.

But after seeing the way Nandini handled her parents and the way she dealt with Rishabh, I fell for her some more.

Well, honestly, I fall for her some more every day.

When she walks into the room after freshly getting showered, the few strands of her hair clinging to her glowing and beautiful face even without makeup.

When she smiles slightly, seeing me gazing at her in the mirror while she sits in front of the dressing table to get ready for the day.

When she laughs at my jokes, calling them lame but still laughing because their sheer lameness makes them funnier to her.

When she sobs in my arms at night, telling me about the bits and pieces of her past.

She is still healing from everything that has happened, and I know it will take time for her to come out of it fully.

But I want to let her know that I'll be her every step of the way.

There are times when I see her staring at nothing, her eyes so wistful that I wonder what she must be thinking about. Then, I see a lone tear sliding down her cheek, and that makes my heart pinch.

Everything about her tugs at my heartstrings.

Maybe this is what it means to love someone—freeing in some way and binding in others, being whole when you are with them and missing them when they are apart.

Even now, I miss her. It has just been a few hours since I left, but I can't wait to go home and see her and be with her.

Dipping my hand inside the pocket, I take out the box and look at the ring inside it.