As Kavi, in the guise of Kavita, stood in the kitchen preparing tea the next morning, Bhim, feeling more comfortable at home, entered quietly. He approached Kavi from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, a gentle smile on his face.
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"Good morning, Kavita," Bhim whispered, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
Kavi, caught off guard by the sudden embrace, felt a surge of discomfort. He tried to gently push Bhim away, but Bhim held on, his affectionate gesture lingering longer than expected. Then, Bhim asked for a kiss.
"Bhim, please," Kavi said, his voice tinged with frustration as he tried to maintain composure. "Not now. I'm trying to focus on making tea."
Bhim, not fully understanding the situation, persisted, his tone becoming more insistent. "Come on, just one kiss, Kavita. You know how much I've missed you."
Kavi's frustration grew, realizing the delicate balance of maintaining the illusion while respecting Bhim's emotional needs. "Bhim, I said no," Kavi asserted, a hint of anger rising in his voice. "Please, get out of the kitchen."
Bhim finally seemed to grasp Kavi's discomfort. He released his hold and stepped back, his expression clouded with confusion and a hint of hurt. "I'm sorry, Kavita. I didn't mean to upset you."
Kavi took a deep breath, his emotions swirling. "It's okay, Bhim. I just need some space right now. I lost my memories in accident. I don't feel right.
With that, Bhim quietly left the kitchen, leaving Kavi to gather himself. He leaned against the counter, feeling a mix of emotions—frustration at the situation, sadness for Bhim's confusion, and a deep sense of responsibility to maintain the facade.
Neelam, who had witnessed the interaction from the hallway, approached Kavi with a supportive hand on his shoulder. "You're doing the right thing, Kavi," she said softly. "It's not easy, but we have to protect Bhim's recovery and your identity."
Kavi nodded, grateful for Neelam's understanding. "I know," he replied, his voice wavering slightly. "But sometimes it's hard to see him like this."
Neelam squeezed his shoulder gently. "We'll get through this, Kavi. One day at a time."
Together, they stood in the quiet kitchen, the weight of their shared secret pressing upon them. But amidst the challenges, they found strength in their bond and the love that fueled their commitment to Bhim's well-being As Bhim and Kavi (playing the role of Kavita) sat down for dinner after Neelam left, Bhim's question hung heavily in the air. He looked at Kavi with a mixture of longing and confusion, his eyes searching for reassurance.
"Kavita," Bhim began softly, "I know you don't have memories of our love, but can't you feel how much I love you? Why are you keeping your distance as my wife?"
