And He became My husband

5.Shopping !

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Om's POV

"Umm Baani"

"Haan?" She look up from her book

"Would you like to go for shopping? I mean I need to buy some stuff and if you also..."

She shook her head "No, I have many clothes right now and I hope you don't mind me not wearing Saree"

I smile and sit beside her "I don't mind it at all and it's your choice, wear whatever you want"

She then starts fiddling with her fingers.

"What's bothering you?" I ask

"Om" She turns towards me and our knees are touching. I move back I little.

"Om how will I face everyone in college? It is about to start in some days" she said in stressed voice

"Baani...You have a career to look upon and you cannot stop because of people" I try to make her understand.

She shook her head "It is not easy Om ! It is easy to say but I am in this situation and it is frustrating"

"Baani ! I know, I know it is not easy but I am with you, I won't let anyone say or do anything to you"

She spare me a glance and laugh a little "and how can you do that? Can you erase my images from their minds? Can you screw their lips shut? Can you stop them from calling me name? Can you do that?" She breaths fastly, Irritation visible on her face

We aren't breaking the eye contact.

I nod "I can ! For you I can do anything !" I said softly

Her eyes soften and lips part away.

I get up and wear my shoes "It will take time for me to come back so please rest, I will take spare keys with me"

I get in my room and bring the keys. When I get back she is wearing her slippers "I will also come along with you. I don't want to be alone" she said without looking at me.

We step out from the house and get in the lift. It is silent.

"I am sorry, I talked very rudely to you" She said with her head down

I don't say anything.

"I am fed up Om, Every day there is a new message, A new vulgar message making me feel disgusted and all this anger.." She rise up her head and her eyes are filled with tears "I am really sorry"

I move closer to her and wipe her tears away with my thumb "I didn't mind...I know it's difficult, I know"

"You don't have to be so good to me" Her voice cracking

I smile "why you don't like it?"

She shook her head "I think I don't deserve it"

I hold her hand and caress its back with my thumb "You deserve everything and that was not your mistake beside, I can't leave my childhood friend" I smile at her warmly

The lift opened and we step out, not leaving her hand, I open the car gate for her and she steps in.

Then I start driving. The drive was silent and she is looking out.