Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 47

POV :~ KRITIKA

Two pages long letter. And the only sentence I remember is,

my most beautiful wife — whom I think I love the most.

He had never confessed his love to me before. In our four months of marriage, we had built a bond based on mutual respect, companionship, and understanding, but the word " love" had never been uttered. And now, seeing that written down, it was as if a dam had opened inside me.

I read the line over and over again, my mind struggling to process the depth of its meaning. Kshitij, the man who had always been reserved and guarded about his feelings, had finally confessed his love— not to me, but atleast to his friend.

A flood of emotions washed over me—joy, relief, and a profound sense of connection.

I traced the letters with my fingers, trying to absorb the emotion behind them. Each words seemed to carry a piece of his heart, a part of his soul that he had entrusted to Hridya but that I was now privy to.

I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for him, knowing how much courage it must have taken for him to write those words.

Memories of our time together flashed before my eyes—the little moments that hinted at his love, the gentle touches, the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching, the quiet acts of kindness that spoke louder than words. All those moments now made perfect sense, painting a picture of a man who loved deeply but maybe struggled to express it.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about how much he had endured to get to this point. His gamophobia— which I never knew existed because ...I never focussed in those great words he used, 'trust' and 'confidence', I thought they were trivial—the manipulations of Hridya’s father, and the internal battles he faced—all of it had kept him from confessing his feelings.

Yet, despite it all, he had finally found the strength to tell me he loved me, even if it was in a letter meant for someone else.

I felt a surge of compassion and empathy for Kshitij. I wanted to hold him, to reassure him that his love was being reciprocated, that he didn’t have to be afraid anymore. I wanted to show him that love could heal the wounds of the past and create a future filled with hope and happiness.

As I folded the letter and placed it carefully in his drawer, I made a silent vow to cherish and nurture the love we had. Kshitij had taken a significant step by confessing his feelings, and now it was my turn to show him that his love was not only accepted but cherished.

So his first love is Hridya. Now I get it. She was pregnant. Kshitij told me that she was already a mother. Probably she had a elder child too.

But wait.

What if Kshitij finds out I read this letter? He trusted me with it, didn't he? He would have thought that I would maintain his privacy.

But I read it.

Will he be angry if he finds out I read it and found out about the facts which probably, Hridya herself doesn't knows. No. He will not get angry. He'll never get angry from me.

Because.

He loves me.

My husband loves me.

Oh God.

How do I consume this fact?

My phone buzzed, but I ignored it completely.

It buzzed the second time and this time I picked it up because it was a call from my bestfriend, Sayesha.