✶𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 ✶
Two people completely in love and inseparable but ......one big incident changed their life and they got separated.... what will happen when destiny brings them together and tie them In a knot of marriage...
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Shivani's pov:
Two days later:
"I hate you," I said, annoyed, to my husband who was sitting in the driver's seat. After crying in his arms for a whole hour that day, I didn't dare to look at him. Not a word was exchanged between us after that.
""Finally aap boli, ab aaraam aaya mere dil ko." ("Finally, you spoke, now my heart feels better." Abhi said placing his hand on his heart and despite being angry, I blushed at his action. Stop blushing shivi!
This was the first sentence I'd said to him in two days after my breakdown, and it was because he was being too much. He's literally following me everywhere, and even if I am at home he keeps me pin under his gaze as if I'd run away if he blinked.
Though it's true, I want to walk away from him, but he's actually making it difficult. Sometimes I wonder if he knows I'm slipping away from his life.
"And about hating me, sure you do," he said, grinning ear to ear. I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that if I said anything more, we wouldn't make it to the hospital.
To be honest, I was truly thrilled to return to the hospital. Why? Firstly, because I love being there; it keeps me occupied, shielding me from the haunting memories of my past.
However, this cruel man, also known as my husband, took a two-day leave, insisting that I needed rest, and forbade me from going. To make matters worse, he didn't even go himself.
Secondly, it was a chance for me to finally escape from him, from his gaze that seemed to work magic on me. A magic that weakened my resolve to walk away from him.
As Abhi started the car, we arrived at the hospital in no time. The moment Abhi stopped the car, I eagerly unbuckled my seatbelt, ready to escape into the bustling atmosphere of the hospital.
Don't misunderstand me, but this man was truly keeping his promise; his eyes were always on me, following me in the most caring way, but it made it impossible for me to distance myself from him.
But... not anymore. A smile graced my lips as I attempted to open the door. However, it was locked. Just as I was about to turn, I felt his warm breath on my nape, causing my body to freeze in place.
"I know what you're thinking, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear, and I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath. No, it wasn't a panic attack; it was the effect of his closeness. I still couldn't understand why his presence didn't trigger me.
"Don't forget, Mrs. Dikshit, you can't leave my sight," he reminded me. "Don't think you'll be out of my sight just because we're in the hospital," he added, his voice low.
I turned around in my seat to face him, another mistake on my part. As I turned, I realized we were too close, so close that I could breathe in his spicy, woody cologne.
