His Unwilling Bride | COMPLETED ✓

✿ SAREGAMA CARVAAN ✿

Adhrit's POV is up on scrollstack. It is of the last chapter ( Your Claim)

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Also don't forget to hear the song while reading the chapter.

RABYA

"Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked. "I'm sorry, you're tired. It's just that-Adhrit? Are you listening to me?"

"Sleep, Rabya." He whispered, closing his eyes shut.

I nodded in disappointment.

I averted my attention from him to the glass window. The bright moonlight filtering through the tree leaves and spreading into the room made me more sad. I used to enjoy the silence between us but right now that same silence is itching me.

It's half past eleven and it was supposed to be comfortable night where some old melodies are playing on his cassette player and he's humming the tune while I'm reading the books he had bought for me. I miss our routine. No, I crave for it.

But I no longer feel the urge to read my favourite books. I don't want to do anything except having a conversation with him where I tell him about how sorry I'm. And I wish if only it was that easy.

This is all new to me. I'm not well versed with expressing my emotions. I don't know how to console someone or cheer them up, I don't even know how to say the things which are running through my head. My heart knows that I've done the mistake and hurt him but how to tell him everything without actually saying it? All the years of education and hard work to excel in every single test yet I'm not able to express my emotions properly.

I don't want to think about it right now but it was all different with Harsh. I never found myself this emotionally vulnerable infront of him. I never had this twisting ache in my heart for him. Our relationship was bound on rationality and calculated feelings. He knew his emotional boundaries and so do I. We shared common interest, our dreams were similar, we sorted the things based on reasonable approach.

But, everything is so different with Adhrit. I feel like my heart will collapse if he don't smile at me.

The maddening, infuriating, impulsive and vehement feelings I'm starting to develop for him in every inch of my nerve is overwhelming.

I took a sharp breath and get down from the bed to take out his cassette player from the cupboard. I push the button and a song started playing on it.

Dekha ek khwab to ye silsile hue
Door tak nigah mein hain gul khile hue

Ye gila hai aapki nigahon se
Phool bhi hon darmiyan to fasle hue

Dekha ek khwab to ye silsile hue
Door tak nigah mein hain gul khile hue

My body tingled at the random song. How come this old cassette player always ends up playing the song according to our situation?

"Adhrit, which song is this?" I asked, hoping that he might say something. Anything.

When he didn't reply, I opened my mouth again. "Have you not heard this one before?"