Passion & Dilemma

24. The Ring

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Sarthak's POV

My eyes went wide when she placed a bowl of Dal makhani in my plate. When she told me it was cooked by her, I ate four chapatis instead of one. It was delicious.

My brain could not help but think she was caring about me. I did not want to get my hopes high. She was acting nice only for showing our families.

Then why did she let herself loose in your arms and pat your racing heart in the hospital?

The other part of my brain asked, trying to turn me into a delusional ass. But I was one, already.

I could see she wasn't really liking the attention of so many people. Whenever I saw her she was looking at everyone blankly with exhausted eyes. A spark of pity blazed in me when I noticed how tired she looked. She needed a good sleep.

After dinner, her father asked Prerna to give me a tour of their house. I absentmindedly glared at him.

He was deliberately trying to make her uncomfortable by saying such things in front of the family. He must know she wasn't interested in being my tour guide, and yet he still asked her to be one.

Also, I was not interested in exploring their house. I hated this place the moment I stepped inside. This was where my Prerna had been silently suffering for years. I wanted to burn the eye-pleasing house into ashes.

Having no other option, I followed Prerna. She asked me to take a tour by myself after we reached a room, which I assumed to be hers. She left the door open.

The room was very simple. No other furniture, except a bed and side tables, were present in the room. The walls were painted in grey and the curtains were white in colour. And a glass- barrier parted the room and balcony. No wall arts, no photo frames, no nothing. The room looked very depressing.

My eyes narrowed at the bedside table, from which she retreated her medicines.

She snapped her head at me with annoyed expressions. "What?"

I composed myself and passed a smile. "I want to roam in this room. Please let me in."

I requested and she gulped her meds before shaking her head. "No. Stay outside."

"Please."

"No."

I nodded and stepped my foot inside, ignoring her. Call me crazy for that, but I find it adorable when she is annoyed."Thank you."

She glared at me and threw the medicine bow in my direction which I caught effortlessly. "Get out." She snapped and I stopped in front of her.

"Chill, yaar. I can enter my wife's room, right? I am your to be husband, after all."

"So was Ashish about a week ago." She said sarcastically and the reminder made a muscle tick in my jaw. "Night changes so fast. You never know what's going to happen next."

"Indeed, the night changes so fast." I nodded to her words and placed the medicine box in her hand. "Few days back, you said you would never choose me even if I am the last man on this planet. And look what happened. You chose me, I don't care about your intentions behind it, but you chose me."