His Wife

7. Accident

Shivanya's pov

We sat in his car and he began to drive towards my house in silence.

"Will you stay for sometime?" I asked him.

"You want me too?" He asked as he looked at me for a brief moment before concentrating back on the road.

"Yes."

"Okay then, I can stay for a while." I smiled.

We reached my place. He got down and quickly came to open the door for me. I smiled and got down. He grabbed my bag from backseat and we walked towards the door hand in hand. He rang the bell.

A maid opened the door, she is one of the meanest maid of the house. She always scolded me when I was kid. She even beat me sometimes. Seeing her I shifted a little closer to him. He looked at me with worry but I shook my head.

We entered inside and saw my father sitting on the couch watching tv. We went towards him.

"Good morning, papa." He said.

Mr.chauhan looked towards us and smiled at ansh while he glared at me.

"Ohh! You both here? Together?"

"I came to drop her for the pagphera ritual. Maa didn't tell you?" Ansh said referring to mrs.chauhan.

[Pagphera- An indian ritual in which a girl visits her birth house on the next day after her marriage.]

"Offcourse she did, I might've forgotten it. You both sit, want to eat something?"

"No, we had our breakfast."

He and Mr.chauhan talked for a while. After that he left kissing my forehead. I blushed.

"Such a shameless girl, kisses her husband in front of her father."

"But papa-"

"For godsake, stop calling me papa. I have told you hundred times."

"Sorry, Mr.chauhan."

"Good, that's better. Now that you are here, go prepare lunch. Your sister and mother have gone for shopping. They will be back till lunch."

I nodded and went in kitchen to make lunch. I was almost done when riya barged inside and pushed me a little to reach something.

"What are you doing? I could've got hurt."

"Then? I don't care. Why are you here by the way?"

"Pagphera."

"Oh, i thought your in-laws kicked you out."

"Mind your tongue when you talk about my sasural."

"Oho! You got your tongue ? Let me show you."

She snatched up the hot spatula from me and burned the part of my skin near the junction of my neck. I winced in pain when she pressed it hard.

"Aah!" I winced in pain.

"I like to see you in pain, slut." And she left.

I quietly completed cooking and went upstairs to lock myself in my room. I cried and eventually fell asleep.

When I woke up next time it was already night. I looked at my phone and saw so many missed calls from him.

I dialled back his number and it was picked up in the first ring itself. I heard him sigh.

"Are you okay? Why didn't you answer my calls? I was worried." I heard his frantic voice.

"Sorry, I was asleep and my phone was on silent."