Amnesia is hard to battle, when the most recent memories you have of yourself are of living on cold cemented floors, and being on the run, constantly.
Amnesia is hard to overcome when you find yourself with a husband and a family you have no memori...
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Shivaay watches as his wife hums, running her fingers through her wet hairs, a small smile on her face.
Her eyes are bright, as she picks up the hair dryer and looks at him through the mirror.
"What?" She blinks.
Shivaay shakes his head, "Nothing."
"Okay," she says slowly, shrugging her shoulders.
Shivaay's mind is stuck on the scene from a few minutes ago, with her so close to Omkara.
He remembers his brother's eyes gazing into his wife's and he feels an immeasurable amount of jealousy, fisting his hands at his sides.
Shivaay looks away, closing his eyes.
He rubs his temple, before pinching the bridge of his nose, as frustration builds up.
He startles, feeling a familiar touch on his clenched fist, as a warm weight pats his shoulder. The warmth seeps through the material of his kurta, and into his skin, and he snaps his eyes open to see the worried face of his face.
Annika's eyebrows are furrowed as she bites her lower lip. "Shivaay? Aap thik toh hain?"
The warm brown eyes are filled with worry, and despite the fact that he knows it's shitty and selfish, he cannot help but feel pride that it's worry she feels for him.
Her fingers unclench his fist, and she straightens his fingers, before slipping hers through the gaps between his.
All he wants, is to grab his wife, push her against the wardrobe and kiss her till her face is flushed, eyes are wide and she's breathless, begging for a momentary relief.
No, no, no!—— he chides himself. Things aren't the same as before. You can't just kiss her whenever you want to.
"Go to sleep," he clears his throat.
"Shivaay?" He avoids looking her. He hears one hesitant exhale escape her lips, before he startles as her palm rests on his cheek. "Is everything alright?" Her voice is a soft whisper.
He looks at her, before his eyes drop to her lips, and he raises his free hand to trace the corner of her lips, before shaking his head and stepping away from her.
"Go to sleep," he grits out the words, before hurrying out of their room.
He is glad they're living in a different room than theirs.
