DAKSHIKA

42|Radhika Leaving for Home

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HER POV

"Kaha tha na, Aapki tadap ka badla aapke honthon se wasool karenge." He said and leaned to my lips.

(I told you, I'll compensate your yearning by your lips)

"Bilkul bhi nahi," I said and pushed myself away from him.

(Not at all)

My anger had no limit at this moment. How could these grown men fight this way? What were they even thinking? What is even the need to use fists when you can use words? Bubbling up in my anger I walked to my bags and pulled out a first aid box.

Coming back to the bedside I looked at him, looking at me with those puppy eyes. I will still not melt down my anger. He should have listened to me first. But rather he preferred to have a fist fight.

"Come here, sit," I said.

He bit his lower lip and quietly sat over the bed against the headboard. I sat closer to him and cleaned his jaw and lips. Applying the ointment I covered his injuries and stood up. No one spoke anything.

All this while he looked at me adorably and timid. But not once did I look at him endearing. I have become familiar with his tactics of committing missteps and acting as if all he did was out of an important matter. He can't keep behaving irrationally now. It's been a long time now.

I walked into the washroom, cleaned my hands and came out of the room. I came out and found everyone gathered, ready to leave.

After sometime he also came and looked at the preparations to leave. Bidding goodbye to everyone we sat in the car and left for our home. It took us a few hours through the night drive and we reached after midnight. He tried to talk in between but I was too stubborn to give in later feeling exhausted he slept over my shoulder and I hugged him lightly only because he was asleep and tired.

After reaching our home we retired to our rooms and I immediately fell asleep on the bed. Tiredness was crawling in and I didn't even feel the need to change. In a deep sleep, I felt him hugging my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. I didn't even have the energy to repel or reciprocate. I just gave in and slept in his arms peacefully.

The next morning I woke up around 6 and found myself sleeping over his chest. He hadn't changed for the night either. I looked over at his face and it looked delicious. Uncombed hair, long eyelashes, beautiful nose and soft lips. I brought my fingers close to his wounded lips and caressed them thinking how painful would that have been. How could Shaurya hit my husband like that? How dare he. I was very furious at him right now. Whatever it was he should have talked it out. How dare he touch my husband.

Suddenly I realised that if he got hit by Shaurya then he sure must have hit him back. And what if they had a huge fight? I closed my eyes in response to my realisation of how possibly worse could the fight have been. And that too over nothing meaningful.

Opening my eyes I looked at him sleeping like a baby but still, I didn't adore him at all and left to get ready for the day. I took a shower and got ready and left downstairs. I got busy with work and breakfast in the kitchen, and while coming to the dining table I heard my mother-in-law.

"Radhika and Sunaina get ready you have to leave for your home today," she said and we looked at each other.

"What? Why?" I heard him.

I saw him coming down the stairs to the dining table. He had taken a shower and gotten ready in a t-shirt and a lower. His wet hair looked godly attractive. I quickly moved my gaze away.