Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 30

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POV :~ KSHITIJ

Two days passed by, just like that. We didn't feel much seperated, because we were talking. When we were not on calls, we texted each other and that's how it worked out. I used to call her, she used to talk— literally anything, any.thing.

She used to narrate me random stories of her childhood — funny ones, related to her classmates, and especially involving Sayesha and Priti.

I realized lately that they have such a good connection. She told me about Sayesha. Every single thing in details, as if I was no one new to her. And I liked it. I liked when she shared things with me, without hesitating.

Just because I don't have the habit of sharing much, or talking much on my own, thus I used to answer whatever she would ask me and she didn't seem concerned by the fact that I was a little introvert kind infront of her. She understood my situation.

I — I honestly, never felt this way.

I mean, earlier, no one except Maa, used to question me this way — Did you have your dinner? Your breakfast? Lunch? What did you eat? Are you okay? Are you sleepy?

It feels so— warm, I guess, being a husband. And intimate too.

And very surprisingly, I ask her these small questions too. She feels happy when I ask these tidbits about her life, or daily routine.

My cousins added her into our group, and literally pull her into every conversation they have. They crack jokes, tell her stories about early times when we were not married. And of course, I stop them in the middle whenever they try to pull me into their useless conversation.

But Kritika seems to take interest in my cousins. Actually I think she cares for them. And the fact that she never had a family, so big, and now having a big family through me makes her a little emotional and caring.

I understand her feelings too.

I picked her from her mother's house and dropped her to my house before returning to my work this morning. We didn't talk to entire day, she knew I was busy. And here I am, collecting all my things— my bag and phone, to leave for house.

I reached my car and ignited the engine, started driving towards my house. It was a 10 minute ride until I reached my home.

I parked my car and stepped inside the house but probably because I was late, no one was present in the hall. So I  ignored everyone and moved directly to my room, but the door was locked from inside.

I knocked and waited for a few minutes until my wife opened the door of our room for me. She was wearing a normal tshirt and pajama, but — she was looking, beautiful, a stray lock of hair freely lying over her face.

As soon as she saw me, her smile widened, "You are home!"

I nodded, curving my lips into a slight smile and walked inside, placing my bag aside on the table and sat on the sofa, feeling relaxed.

But my heartbeat fastened when she poured a glass of water and walked towards me, forwarding the glass to me.

I smiled, "Thank you," and took the glass from her hand, gesturing her to sit beside me. She sat down, slowly, maintaining enough distance between us, while I drank water and placed the glass aside.

Clearing my throat, I asked gently, "Why aren't you asleep?"

A shy smile surfaced on her lips, "Um-I wasn't.. sleepy and I was waiting for you."

"You don't have to, you know that right?"

She nodded her head.

She knew. Still she waited.