Her Only Saviour

31. letter

𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗜~

I reached for the bouquet lying on the other side. I’ve always loved flowers — ever since I was a little girl, collecting flower-shaped trinkets and tiny flower books.
Now, I keep fresh blooms on my nightstand and desk just for the decor. And today, he brought me these. I’m supposed to be happy, right? But I’m not. I don’t want to slip back into the old Nandini — the one I used to be.

Just imagine reverting to the innocence of a very young child, before you understood the weight of words, before opinions shaped your mind. And now, I’m a completely different person. I see what’s real and what’s fake.
I know the meaning behind every word — and that makes it so much harder.

The bathroom door creaked, and I quickly set the bouquet aside, closing my eyes.

"Umm—
Nandini, I know you’re sleeping, but I still want to say sorry. I know I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. Things just got out of hand. Even if I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sorry, Nandini.”

I smiled inside. God, Anirudh really is bipolar.

Mr. Oberoi was acting like a kid right now. He shuffled to his side of the bed and kept talking. Listening to his ramblings, I don’t even know when I drifted off to sleep.

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I reached out to pull the duvet over me, but the harsh sunlight stabbed at my eyes, dragging me from my beauty sleep. Where the hell was my blanket?

“Ugh, where’s my duvet?” I sat up, rubbing my eyes in frustration. I hate waking up early — even if it’s late for everyone else, it still feels too soon for me. Especially after staying up late last night, listening to all his ramblings. Wait — he? Where was Mr. Oberoi now?

"Of course, dude, he’s already at the office. He’s not a spoiled brat like you,"  my subconscious mocked.

How does he even wake up so early? Wasn’t he supposed to apologize to me? But no, off to work he went. Great.

Nandini, don’t forget your marriage isn’t like any normal one, my mind teased again. And it was true. I couldn’t expect him to act like a usual husband right away.
He needed time to accept me — to accept us. I had to give him that space, but I also needed to apologize. Staying silent yesterday was my fault too.

I swung my legs off the bed and headed straight to the washroom to freshen up.

Dressed in a beautiful saree, I stepped out, smiling softly to myself, “Yaar, Nandini, you look stunning today.”

After my usual morning routine, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and started to head downstairs — but something caught my eye. A letter lay on the table, nestled with some fresh flowers.

I picked up the envelope and opened the letter to read,

To Mrs.oberoi,

I'm sorry nandini :) I'm not a kind of person to write letters but the things I did yesterday wasn't acceptable. Your reasons for snubbing me are valid, and I have no objections, but atleast try to understand what was my situation that time. Yes, I was supposed to come early yesterday but I was afraid that what if I hurt you again so, I didn't wanted to face you. Ik I didn't pick up your calls and that's all my fault, I hope you’ll excuse my behavior last night. Again I'm sorry nandini. yes, don't stay awake late at night and Please don't cry for me. Kindly, pardon my mistake.
I can't believe me, THE ANIRUDH SINGH OBEROI is writing a letter like a teenager, wait I could've texted you too but yeah I've already written this letter and there's no way I'm gonna throw this.
Ik you're smiling right now, so I guess I have been forgiven. There are some chocolates and flowers for you on the table, accept them as my apology gift. Bye see you.