Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 21

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POV :~ KSHITIJ

"Sir?" I was caught off guard by someone, familiar voice and when I opened my eyes, I found my manager, Rishikesh standing infront of me, his wife holding his child in her arms, behind him.

"Rishikesh!" I inhaled deeply.

"Are you fine?" He asked, holding my shoulder.

I nodded my head, "Yeah- Yeah, I'm alright."

He smiled, "I just arrived, I was about to go inside and I saw you here. Let's go."

I nodded my head, "Ofcourse."

We walked inside. Although I knew Hridya was still inside along with her family but I decided to keep that aside and walked towards the stage.

My mother was standing there, along with Hridya's mother too.

When I approached them, Maa held my wrist, "Where did you go, leaving my Kritika behind and alone?"

I chuckled, "I was just here, Maa. I returned back, see."

She nodded her head.

My eyes moved towards my wife and damn, she was already looking at me. I stretched my arm, signalling her to come towards me with my eyes.

She did. She stepped forward from where she was standing between Maa and Mummy, and took her step towards me. My hand without my knowledge encircled around her waist, possesively, not touching her skin, but her saree.

"He is Rishikesh. My manager. His wife and their cute little boy, Aarush."

Kritika smiled as they congratulated her with wide smiles on their faces. She pulled Aarush's cheeks with a big grin on her face, and my eyes — they stayed focussed on her.

She is my wife. I'm not even allowed, fuxk 'allowed', I shouldn't even in my dreams think about some other lady ever, regardless of who she is. My first love? Doesn't matter. That will be cheating on my wife. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.

And I don't want to do that with her. Not ever. She is innocent. She is going through a lot already at this young age. She has suffered a lot. I cannot make her suffer anymore.

I'm trying, I'm already trying to make things good. Yes I accept, not between us. But I need to make things good with myself first to make things good between us next. I've my own problems. She deserves none of them.

Her innocent and pure smile deserves none of them. She deserves ha—

"Roses smells so good, na?"

I nodded my head, as she passed me the bouquet of red roses. I smiled slightly to myself, plucked out a red rose from the very bouquet in my hands and placed the bouquet aside.

I forwarded the rose to her, "You like roses?"

She nodded her head, taking the rose that I forwarded, "I actually like flowers. But I do not like when they dry off and people throw them away. None of the beautiful things in this world deserves that treatment."

You're beautiful too.

I wanted to say. But I suppressed it.

No fake hopes until you really know those hopes are going to be worth it.

"Family photograph time!!" My uncle announced. We both turned to our left and saw our entire family joining us on stage.

Kritika's fingers reached for mine. I leaned down, "Are you tired?"