𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

26 TILAK

Above is her Tilak dress.

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AVNI'S POV:

I sat quietly, staring at the lilies in my hands. They are my favorite but how did he know?

"How do you know that I love them?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

"Shouldn't I know what my soon-to-be wife loves?" Rather than answering, he questioned me in return.

I simply smiled at him. We sat in silence, and I placed the bouquet on the coffee table in front of me. Suddenly, I felt dizzy again and leaned my head back against the sofa. Sensing my discomfort, he moved closer, making me stiffen in my place.

"Baby, don't sleep on an empty stomach. It will affect your health". He said softly.

I opened my eyes. "I'm not hungry, Amar ji". I replied, only to see his eyebrows raise slightly.

Realizing my mistake, I quickly corrected myself. "I mean... Amar". But I stammered badly.

"But at least eat something before you sleep, okay." He insisted, and this time, I nodded.

He immediately ordered a maid to bring our food to the hall. When the food arrived, he served a plate and made a morsel, bringing it to my lips. I opened my mouth instinctively, and just like that, he continued feeding both me and himself.

As we ate, I suddenly heard a voice in the background.

"See, Papa? She looks so happy with Amar jiju". Anya's voice rang out.

"Indeed, she is happy". Papa replied, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"What happened, baby? Why are your eyes red? Did I accidentally feed you something spicy?" Amar's voice startled me.

I hadn't even realized my eyes had turned red. He set the plate aside and moved closer. Cupping my face, he gently wiped away the tears that had fallen unknowingly. I shook my head, but he pulled me into a hug.

By this time, Papa, Anya, Bhai, and Taiji had entered the room, standing nearby. Taiji, however, looked at me with hate and disgust. The sight of her expression made me uneasy. Something inside me told me that I shouldn't be in Amar's arms. Quickly, I pulled away.

Yet again, he cupped my face, wiping away another tear that had escaped.

"Don't cry, bachaa. It hurts to see you like this". He murmured, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded, forcing myself to stop crying. He handed me a glass of water, bringing it close to my lips. I took it from him and drank a few sips, calming myself. When I looked up, I saw the worry lines etched across his face.

"Baby, why were you crying?" He asked again.

I shook my head. "Nothing... I just miss VB a lot". I replied, partially lying.

His expression darkened. "Who is this VB? And why are you missing him so much that you cried for him? Is he that important to you? So much that you're thinking about him when I, your soon-to-be husband, am sitting right here?" His voice was low, yet dangerously sharp.