Aisha - The Story Of Lost Love [On hold]

47 ~ Preparing for exams

AISHA

I never knew that one step of mine will turn him so angry. But I also liked when his anger immediately melted when he saw tears rolling down my eyes, just like a ice melting into water when it feels the heat of surrounding.

His confession of last night was revolving around my mind again and again.

The fear of losing you makes me feel like dying. I can't see you going away from me, I can't see anything happening to you!

That was what he said!

At some point, I knew he still gets chills when he remembers that night. I mean not only him, but me too. But for him, the fear was more.

I really don't know whether he'll ever be able to come out of that fear, but I'll never pull such stunt again. I'll do as he wants.

Also, who can deny such a caring and protective husband's order?

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Days were passing by-not days but months —  in the same way like when my favourite song plays and I don't realize how time has passed. But the feeling just feels so beautiful, hearing your favourite song on repeat- knowing the number of time you've played that song is uncountable but you still can't get enough of it.

Vivaan remains busy in his work most of the time. Also, there's work pressure on him as Aniket sir's babygirl is still very young. He needs time to spend with his family.

And also, Vivaan is a great friend, he himself asks him to spend more time with his family.

Only at night, I think, he remains at peace.

Sometimes, I give him a solid head massage when he returns home back from work and he enjoys it so much that he eventually ends up sleeping on my lap the entire night.

Point to be noted, I've  also started my preparations to compete in CAT examinations.

Although Vivaan didn't wanted to go it that way. He wanted me to get admitted to the best MBA college in abroad, but it was my choice to let it go this way.

I'd always been a hardworking student and I believed in myself. I'd been a topper at my college during BBA. I was sure that I'll get the best out of my hard work.

Plus, I didn't wanted to shift abroad, for entire two years! That would be pretty gross. At least we will be in the same country. And at times, I'll be able to visit home at weekends and holidays.

And this was the reason I was working extra hard.

Vivaan has been a great supporter lately. He never distracts me from studies. He himself has brought me books and also suggested me platforms for mock tests.

At night, he sleeps, I study. At mornings, I sleep, he takes care of his parents and materialistic requirements of family. During the days, I sit and study, while he works at office.

Although at times when I get bored, I facetime him out of nowhere and he replies within a few seconds with a wide smile on his face that lifts up my mood within a fraction of seconds.

Our make out sessions has reduced to once a week — he never complains.

And also, not to forget, my in-laws have been a great support too. Maa keeps on motivating me while at times, Papaji helps me with the study.

I couldn't have been more grateful to God.

"Aishaaaa, get up babyyy," my husband's voice pulled me out of my chain of thoughts.

Although I was already awake, but I pretended to sleep. He was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for me — noodles specifically. My husband — like any other typical fit — health conscious man, never allows me to have something junk. But, I cannot ignore the fact that when he sees my cravings, he makes the junk food for me in a healthy way, himself.

He walked inside the room with a plate full of noodles in his hands and kept it on the table. I was peeping from inside the blanket.

He came and sat beside me on the edge of the bed.

"Get up love, it's 9:30," he caressed my back from above the blanket.

"Ummm- I'm still sleepy," I acted.

"Baby- I'll get late for my office. Please wake up," he pleaded. So, he is pleading this way because I've made him promise me the earlier week that he'll not leave for office until I get up from the bed and we've our breakfast together. And I literally was in no mood to let him go to office today.

He tried to uncover my face but I covered it again.

"Baby please- I've an important meeting,"he was trying really hard, I appreciate. I uncovered my face slightly.

He bent down and placed his lips on my temple, "Good morning love, come-on freshen up."

I smiled and held the collar of his shirt lightly.

"What baby?" he called in a low voice. I was staring into his eyes deeply.

"Don't leave today," I said in a childish voice showing my pleading eyes.

He smiled and replied, "You know me very well, Aisha, that if you'll plead me this way, then I'll definitely stay back, don't you?"

I smiled knowingly.

"My baby really wants me to skip my very important meeting and stay back at home with her?" he feathered his fingers on my cheek lightly.

I closed my eyes, losing myself to his touch. I shook my head in negative.

He slowly, entered inside the blanket, shifted more closer to me and took me in his embrace wrapping his arms around me.

"I really don't want to distract you baby, plus I ain't lying, I really have a very important meeting today," his voice was low.

"I know, you can never distract me Vivaan and also, I was just kidding," my head was placed against his chest and arms wrapped around his body tightly.

"Give your exam once, the very second you come out of your examination hall, I'll be infront of you, on my knees, to give my queen her royal treatment." I laughed and slapped on his biceps.

"Come-on get up now,"

I stood up from my place and freshened up immediately. We had our breakfast together while I sat on his lap and he fed me himself.

He wore his jacket and hugged me tightly before leaving for the office.

After he left, I cleaned our room and sat to study.

It was just three weeks more left for my entrance exam. I hope everything goes pretty well and my hard work pays off. To be honest, the weight of the preparation is making it harder to breathe sometimes, like I’m carrying the entire world on my shoulders. Yet, here I am, alone in this little corner of the world, fighting my own battles.

I pull my hair into a messy bun, the strands already falling loose from hours of studying. My laptop screen blinks in front of me, a slew of practice problems staring back. I try not to let the anxiety crawl in as I glance at the timer on my phone—three hours. That’s what I need. To simulate an exam environment, to force myself into focusing for this long stretch of time. No distractions. Just me, the questions, and the clock ticking down like a countdown to something unknown.

There’s still a long way to go, but I know, deep down, that I’ll make it. This path is hard, and it’s exhausting, but I’m stronger for it. And nothing—not the challenges, not the sleepless nights, not the doubts—will stop me from reaching my goal.

This is just the beginning.