Pihu Sharma is a loving, kind, and sweet person. She belongs to a middle-class family who wants to marry their daughter to someone higher than their status. She is a girl who lives in her fairy tale. She wishes to have a love story depicted in the b...
Everything seems sorted but still nothing is sorted in my life. I am married to a person whom I don't love. I just married her because of pressure from my parents. I feel guilty to spoil her life and that guilt is eating me up. On the first day when I told her everything I felt bad. I know I have hurt her but still, I could not do anything to rectify it. My love for Khushi can't change overnight and I can't convince my heart to unlove her.
Now I am happy for her that she found someone who will take care of her. I can see Aditya loves her though he fails to acknowledge it. I let them grow and find their love for each other at their own pace.
Currently, I am not talking to Khushi after that incident. She has been calling me but I needed time to cool off. It is not that I am angry about what she did. I am disappointed that she has to take that step because of me. I feel responsible as I could not make her feel secure about our relationship.
I have taken enough time and it's time to talk to her. It will take time to forget this but I am sure time will heal everything.
I am going to Khushi's house to talk to her. She bought a place for herself to live. She usually lives with her parents but sometimes comes here. It was kind of our secret place. We used to meet here and spend most of our time.
Khushi and I met by our common friend. We went together with our friends to the club. We talked and started to hit off. We became friends and then after a few months, we started our relationship. We wanted to take the step towards marriage but my parents were totally against it. They thought Khushi was just using me for money. I know it is their protectiveness towards me nothing else.
I opened the door to her house but I was stunned to see that she had decorated it. There were candles everywhere and flower petals. Now I am feeling bad that I have to spoil this. I know I could have let it go but I can't move on if we don't talk. I feel communication is the key to the relationship. We can't always put everything under the rug.
"Baby," Khushi came in front of me. She was wearing a satin nightgown of greyish shade. The gown was perfectly hugging her body showing her each curve. The nightgown had a robe with full sleeves but she had rolled up the sleeves and from one side it was not in the shoulder also. "You came," saying she put her hands around my neck.
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Clearing my throat I pulled back her hands which were around me. "Khushi we need to talk," I told her.
Her expression changed but she hid the hurt. "We can talk later. You came here after so long. I just want to spend some time with you," she pleaded me.
"We can't put this under the rug Khushi. You have to understand it is eating me up from inside," I confessed the truth.
"Fine. Let's talk like you always do," she taunted me. This was the height of her tantrum which she was throwing. I let go of every mistake but this time I can't.
