Obsidian Sinners

Chapter-17 • Reception and Date •

What's wrong people? VOTE.

"Jaan," Deva said, walking into the room I was in. I immediately wiped my tears away and closed my eyes. The bed behind me sank due to his weight, and his arm snaked around me. "Wake up and have some food."

I just remained with closed eyes, my heart full of pain.

"Jaan, I know you aren't sleeping. Wake up," he whispered, kissing my earlobe. "Jaan, please." I opened my eyes and turned to him, burying my face in his chest. He chuckled, kissing my head. "What happened?"

"Papa," I whimpered, fisting his shirt. "Papa didn't come to the hospital to see me."

He went stiff and tightened his hold around me. "Don't think about anything." He brushed off hair from my face and pecked my lips. "You have me to replace every one."

I smiled slightly. "That is for sure. But, Deva, does Papa hate so much that he didn't come to see me dying at least?" I whispered painfully. "He really gave up on me?"

He touched the corner of my eyes, caressing it softly. "I don't have an answer for that, Jaan. But you have so many who love you and didn't give up on me. I come first on the list," he chuckled at the end, and I nodded, giggling.

"I love you, husband," I whispered, touching my mangalsutra.

"I will never let you go, Jaan." He leaned toward me and took my lips between his. I gasped and let my free hand fist his shirt tightly. He sucks my upper lip and cups my lips with his, sucking the outline sensually.

I tilted my head for a needed breath from his sensual kiss. He chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Devu! Annie!" Mami walked inside, followed by Mamu and Roop We both sat up and adjusted our dresses. Mami looked at me with concern and smiled weakly. "You lie down, Annie. Have some rest."

I nodded. "When will we go home?" I pouted, looking at Mamu, "Mamu, please take me home. This environment stinks."

"Yes, Papa. I am excited to take Bhabhi home," Roop giggles.

He chuckled, kissing my forehead and ruffling Roop's hair. "Once the doctor says you are fit, we will leave," he whispered, and he glanced at his son, who is no longer my boyfriend but my husband. "Stay away from her."

Deva held my hand and hugged me sideways. "Never. I got the license," he said, kissing my mangalsutra on my neck, making me flush and his parents embarrassed. Roop looks at us surprised. "I will stay with her all the time."

"Shut up! Move," I whispered to him, but he just shrugged his shoulders, resting his head on my neck. "Deva!"

Mami giggled at her son's stubborn acts and pulled him away from me. "She is sick. Stay away." Mami got him down the bed and sat next to me. "Both of you go out. I need to talk to my daughter-in-law," she told Mamu and Deva. The latter one frowned and held my hand. "Stop being possessive, Devu. I will just talk to her in private."