𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

28 HIS APOLOGY, MY SMILE.

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AVNI'S POV:

"I didn’t mean to react like that. I’m sorry". He said suddenly.

I looked at him in shock. Is he the same man who hasn’t even spoken to me properly these past few days, not even on the day of the tilak? Is he really sorry? Then what took him so long to apologize? Why is he saying this now? Why didn’t he care to call me all these days? Does he really like me, or was it all just an act to impress my family?

I didn’t want to create a scene, so I simply nodded and gave him my best fake smile.

"What do you want to eat, baby?" He asked after a few minutes.

"Anything will be fine". I replied, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, or worse, angry.

I feared that if I said no to anything, things might not be good for me once we got in my parents house. It’s still just a house to me, not a home. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m adopted, why else would my family treat me this way? I was lost in thought when his voice pulled me back.

"Today, my soon-to-be wifey will order the food". He said, handing me the menu.

"Paneer Tikka Masala, Vegetable Pulao, and Garlic Butter Naan." I said softly, looking at him for approval. He nodded and called the waiter.

He placed the order and tried to start a conversation, to which I responded with short, polite answers. Soon, the food arrived, and I must admit, it was delicious. As we ate, the atmosphere grew lighter as we talked about his college days and how mine were going.

"Can I continue my studies and job after marriage?" I finally asked, voicing the question that had been on my mind for days.

"Why would you need to? You don’t need to work. I earn enough to fulfill your needs. So, what’s the point of studying more or getting a job?" He replied, looking directly at me.

"I want to be independent, Amar…" I began, disappointment lacing my voice, but he cut me off.

"You’re going to be my wife—Mrs. Amar Veer Singh. My wife doesn’t need to work in someone else’s office just to earn a few thousand rupees". He snapped, his voice filled with disdain.

"I don’t work for money, Amar. I work to fulfill my dreams, to create my own identity. I want to be someone not just your wife. I want people to respect me, not see me as a liability on you". I said, my voice trembling as tears slipped down my cheeks.

Suddenly, I felt someone hold my hand and gently pull me to my feet. I looked up to see Shekhar Bhai standing there.

"Avu bachaa, why are you crying? Did he say something to you? What happened? Tell me, bachaa, your elder brother is here. No need to be scared". He said gently, a concern written all over his face.