"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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"My mother and I used to bake. We had a small bakery. This is the only memory I have of her before our house burned down in a fire, and she died saving me," I said, looking at the cake I had just taken out of the oven.
He stood there silently, not pressing me for more details, but his presence and patience made it feel right to share these parts of my life. No one else had ever cared to ask, but with him, it felt like I could finally free those caged memories.
"I was seven when I saw my whole house burn down with my mother inside," I continued. "I cried for help, but no one came until the fire had calmed. By then, it was too late."
"I spent three years in an orphanage until Mr. Vivek Malhotra's family adopted me."
He came closer, standing beside me and holding my hand. He gently caressed the back of my head, listening patiently without interrupting. It was as if he could feel half my grief.
"I'm so sorry, Avni. I know none of my words can fill the emptiness in your heart or heal the traumatic wounds of your life. I can't take your suffering away, but I promise, from now on, you will never have to suffer alone. I will be right beside you, always."
I looked at him, and he wiped the tears from my cheeks. My heart felt lighter, as if our conversation had released some of the pain that had been eating me from the inside. His words felt like ointment to my wounded heart. I leaned into him and hugged him tightly, finding solace in his embrace. He hugged me back, his warmth consoling me.
Is he really mine? Can I claim him? Do I have a right to him? Why am I getting so attached? He feels like a dream—a soft, blurry, shining dream. I'm scared that someone might wake me up or snatch him away from me.
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, for what felt like an eternity. Neither of us wanted to let go.
"Ahem, ahem," we heard someone clear their throat, and panic rushed through me as I quickly pulled away, straightening myself.
We turned to see Chachu and Chachi standing at the kitchen entrance, their arms crossed.
"Humne kuchh nahi dekha," Chachu said teasingly, covering his eyes with his hand.
[We didn't saw anything]
"Haan, hum to bas paani peene aaye the. Right?" Chachi said, looking around awkwardly. "Are, yeh glass..."
["Yes, we just came to drink water, right?"]
"Are, aaiye na, Chachi ji. Main deti hoon," I said, going to grab a glass of water for her. She smiled at me.
"Huh! Seekho kuchh Avi se, kitna romantic hai apni biwi ke saath time spend karta hai. Aur ek aap hai," Chachi said, complaining to Chachu.
["Huh! Learn from Avi how romantic he is, spending time with his wife. And then there’s you."]
