❞𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐇 [𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧] ✔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞.

"tum jo mera saath do
saare gum bhulake jee lu muskurake zindagi"

JANHAVI

We were back home. That was a very tiring and wholesome day and this one day showed me how lacking I was. I was no way capable of living a life as Ishan Kishan's wife.

Sitting on the corner of the bed, I was lost in deep thoughts when Ishan ji broke my trance. "Aap theek hain na? He asked in a concerned voice. I nodded.

Why is he being so nice to me?

I am supposed to be treated badly. I am a taint to his image, like a burden for him. I am good for nothing. Maybe I would have felt better if he behaved rudely with me, because that's what I deserve.

Pain was tingling in my throat, and urge to cry was poking me.

I'm not supposed to cry!

Ishan ji perhaps noticed my facial expressions and came near me. "Janhavi ji?" he prompted again.

"Please mujhe akela chhod dijiye please" I replied, unable to tolerate his kindness.

After all jisne mere saath aj tak accha bartav kiya sab chale chale gaye. Sab badal gaye.

He kept his hand on my shoulder. "Maine aapko akela chhodne ke liye aap se shaadi nahi ki." I looked up at him to see concern etched in his facial expressions. This was enough to make me cry.

I tightly held the hand of his placed on my shoulder and buried my face into it. I couldn't control my tears anymore. They were flowing on their own, against my will. Ishan ji was constantly muttering something but I didn't actually hear any of those.

After a while, I gained control over myself and stopped the overflowing tears.

I'm strong.

I realised how tight I was holding his hands, my nails had dug into his skin leaving behind a scar. But all this while he had been consoling me and didn't even flinch.

I let go off his hand immediately.

He noticed my glance and shrugged, "Uske baare mein chinta mat kijiye, I have bigger scars than it."

Like I have scarred his life.

"I think you should sleep, you are very tired. Main dusre room mein chala jata hu." he spoke to diffuse the developed tension.

"Umm.. aapko..... is room mein sone mein problem hai? Actually mujhe akele sone se darr lagta hai" I said.

I immediately regretted saying that and was about to make for it when he replied, "Nahi mujhe laga tha aapko problem hoga. I'll sleep here only" He gave me a tight smile and I smiled back.

He turned off the lights and dropped on the bed beside me, maintaining a proper distance.

I was tired but didn't want to sleep. I wanted to spend some time with him, I wanted to talk to him.
"Ishan ji?"
"Hmm?"
"Wo..."
"Nind nahi aa rahi?"
"I'm kinda insomniac actually"
"Accha, you want some medicine?"
"No I'm good"

Silence fell again. I wanted to talk to him but I have an inability to strike a conversation.

Maybe because I never had real friends to talk.