Kshitij got Kritika

CHAPTER ~ 52

POV :~ KRITIKA

It felt empty. Everything around me felt empty.

Though I know I'm way too normal now. I don't cry. Because the day I came back to home from hospital and found out the truth that my mother was a literal Goddess who didn't give me birth, but the measures she went to keep me, to grow me up — I don't think I would have been able to return that to her, ever.

So the day I returned back, I promised to myself that I won't cry. Ever. For her. Because she won't be happy after she sees me crying from up there. The least I can do is not letting her hope go futile that her daughter will stay happy, always. That she did everything for my happiness, and she succeeded.

See Maa, your daughter is happy. She no more cries.

One day, I was watching a movie, because I was alone at my home, in my room, and that day, in that movie, I saw that the actress's mother returned back to her as her girl child.

Does that happen?

I thought for the entire day. I even asked my Maa, looking at the sky, because I know she is right there in the form of shining star. I asked her if her soul will return back as my kid someday.

She didn't reply.

But I figured it out. When I was a kid and I needed permission for something, and if she was just half convinced, she used to stay silent and I would take that as a yes.

So, I took her silence as a yes.

It happened fourteen days ago, and till date, I have not been able to talk about this with my husband.

Talking of my husband, he is sitting right infront of me, working on his laptop, wearing a spects. A few days ago, he was having problem in reading or seeing things clearly from far. He visited the doctor, and came out he has near sightedness.

And those glasses suits him perfectly. He looks more handsome in those.

Nevertheless to say, my husband has been my biggest support in past one month after my mother passed away. He takes care of my — everything. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, brownies, books, haircare, health, skincare, mental health, every single thing.

I even stopped working, because I wasn't able to focus on anything. He didn't say a word, instead he offered me to design his new hotel. I accepted that offer whole heartedly, because I had to do work from home and the field work will take time.

These days, I have started writing poems. Kshitij appreciates me the most. Songs are my companion when my husband and his two cousin or my two friends aren't around.

I have started talking. Not just mere two words. But sentences. Paragraphs.

Let's talk about something more interesting. We're going to a birthday party today.

Yesterday, his ex-love, Hridya. Can you believe? She called him, when we were about to go to bed. Not only she and her husband invited him to their daughter's fifth birthday, but both of them talked to me — especially the sweet girl Hridya — and asked me to come for sure.

I wanted to deny, but I just couldn't. She asked me so sweetly.

After the call disconnected, I asked Kshitij about the letter I found the day Maa..Maa passed away and told him that I read that. I was about to say sorry for intruding his private space, but he stopped me by kissing me and asked,

“All this time you knew that I had started loving you since a long time ago?”

I just smiled and nodded my head.