Wilted Rose

CHAPTER 4

Abhiraaj's POV

Oh look at my beauty, walking elegantly, owning the ground she walks on. I can worship her all day, everyday. She deserves it, not because she is My Wife but because I Love Her a little too much to not to be whipped like those men in the books, to not to be cliche. The way she looked tonight adorned in that lehenga, took my breath away for real. The way she turns crimson when I look at her, feeling my gaze on her. She is adorable and MINE to adore. She is beautiful and MINE to praise. She is shy and MINE to make her blush. 

I couldn't know what invisible walls she made around herself. Why is she running away from all the love she deserves? Why does she not find herself worthy enough? What tainted her beautiful soul? What caused her too much pain?  She was a mystery to me, just like the poetry of a poet.

A poet writes about roses but talks about love, he writes about broken glass but talks about shattered hearts, he writes about seas but talks about emotions,he writes about a room full of people, but talks about loneliness, he writes about the moon, but talks about HER. A soul has to be either literate enough to understand the real poem, or shattered too much such that the poetry makes sense. I was neither of them, so here I am trying to understand the mystery of my wife.

The best thing that could ever happen to me was my wife; and if I had to be shattered to understand her, I am even ready to die a thousand deaths to do so. Alright but now, I have to attend so many of the guests and news reporters tonight. Let's get started.

I held her hand in mine, tight and looked at her. She looked at me too. I smiled slightly which she returned. We went and sat on our respective places on the stage. The ceremony soon started. There were dance performances by some of our close friends and of course my cousins. Then the press conference was held and I was surprised, my so innocent and shy wife was so confident while answering the media, that I felt so proud of her. She merely exists and I am proud of her. My beautiful wife.

After wrapping the conference up, we were not surprised by my dear bhaii and behenas, who were forcing us to have a dance together. I knew they were gonna do something like that, not that I mind but what matters to me first is if she is comfortable or not. Her being comfortable is my first priority, baaki sab hota rahega. I looked at her, staring in her eyes, to see any sign of doubt or reluctance but I found none. I didn't find trust in them either. They were neutral, as if accustomed to be emotionless. Or maybe I just didn't know the art of reading HER eyes yet. 

I forwarded my hand to her waiting for her to do something. She ever so gently,kept her eyes on mine and stood up along with me, our eyes never leaving each other. The lights went off, the area went dark. The spotlights fell on us, on the center of the stage. We performed elegantly as if meant to be together. We performed together. The crowd erupted with cheers and claps but that didn't affect us. We were so busy staring into each other's eyes. For the first time in her eyes, I saw something and that was guilt. I knew better what that guilt was for. When she came to know that I loved her, she said she doesn't love me back and maybe will never be able to love me or anyone ever again due to some happenings in her past. I for sure was heartbroken but then I have an eternity with her, and I think that's enough to make her fall for me. 

Her eyes became glossy with unshed tears as she looked into my love filled, longing eyes. She was guilty for not being able to love me back, not being able to be a good wife, for not being able to give me what I want. These aren't my thoughts but without any doubt these are hers for sure.

I wanted to console her, hug her to comfort her, but I just couldn't. Not in front of everyone. I know she wouldn't be comfortable. The applause stopped and she snapped back to reality. She blinked her eyes twice and played with her chooda. She gave a slight smile to everyone but I knew it was a fake one. I took my eyes off her and looked at the audience. I smiled at them too and we sat in our respective places again. I need to talk to her. 

Then the guests came, greeted us, blessed us, congratulated us, clicked photos and then repeated. This went on for an hour and I was already very tired. Damn, how long will this take? I looked at her and saw that she was tired too. The color of her face vanished away when she saw her family coming to greet us. She isn't on very good terms with her family, that is for sure but she doesn't want anybody to know about this. I know because I have seen how she is very scared and quiet around her family, how the color of her face fades and how her eyes get filled with pain.

She quickly plastered a fake smile on her face and her family blessed us too. I smiled and touched my in-laws' feet. We took a photo together. Then her parents went away without even giving her a second glance. It felt weird. Ofc it was weird. She sighed sadly and looked at their retreating figures. Her mother wanted to talk to her, but it seemed as if she was bound, bound not to speak. I wonder what mystery the whole family holds. Her brother gave her a tight hug and went away. Soon the function came to an end and we tiredly sat in the car. Everyone was exhausted after today's evening and retired to their rooms as soon as we reached our home.

I needed to talk to her. We reached our room and she closed the door behind her. She started walking towards the bathroom to freshen-up when I called her out.

"Mrs Rathore?" Her steps halted. She froze in her place. She was too stunned to react to anything. She turned around and looked at me. 

"I need to talk to you about something." She just nodded slightly and stood in front of me, maintaining a good distance.

"You don't need to be guilty that- uhh dekho pyaar main tumse karta hu. Aur isme kuch galat nahi hai ki tum ab tak mujhse pyaar nahi karti. Mujhe pata hai ki you have created some boundaries around you and it's completely fine. Mujhe nhi pata ki aisa kyu pr main tumhe blame nhi kr rha bilkul bhi. Toh khabardaar Mrs Rathore agr aage se aapne guilty feel kiya hai to. Aap mere pyaar ko bojh bana rhi hai aur ye mujhe bilkul pasand nahi aa rha. Maine aapse sacha pyaar kiya hai, ise boojh toh mat banao meri jaan."

(Uhh- See It's Simple, It's Me Who loves you and it's completely fine that you don't love me back. Not yet. Ik you have created some boundaries around you and it's completely fine. Idk what made you do that, but I ain't blaming you. Not at all. So dare you feel guilty again about not loving me back. Mrs Rathore. You are taking my love as a burden and I ain't liking it at all. I have loved you wholeheartedly, please don't take it as a burden, meri jaan)

She just stood there and whispered a "Thank You."

"Thank You For What?" I asked. 

"For being so understanding." She answered. 

"Ab mere biwi ko main nahi samjhunga toh kon samjhega bhala?" I said and chuckled. 

(Who else will understand my wife if I won't?)

………..

Well Abhiraaj Is A Understanding Husband✨

We all need an understanding person in our life at some point of time.

Anyways soo,

Thank you for reading lovelies.
See you soon darlings!!✨
Till then vomment and stay tuned<3!!