Updates might be skipped or get late these days as I will be busy for a couple of weeks due to family matters. My adorable readers I'm working really hard for the Saga series and in my personal cases, so please be patient and keep showering your love on Dakshika and Tejna❤️
HER POV
Nothing hurts more than being ignored by your love right on your face. Not getting acknowledged and not being heard by the only person who you want to talk to, hurts deep. That's what happened to me at this moment and also that was what I have been doing for the past few days. I ignored him, in the end only to get shunned by him. I could feel what he must have felt.
He surely was not in a good mood. He would not listen to me at all, I could sense.
"Radhika take water for damad ji before you leave," I heard my mother.
(Son-in-law)
I walked to the kitchen and poured down water into a jug. I walked out and saw my mother leaving for her room. Walking up the stairs I was very nervous if he would even talk to me. Upon reaching up to the door I pushed it open and saw him walking out of the bathroom only in pyjama. It looked as if he had taken a shower. He brushed his hair with a towel while I walked to the side table. He came near me and threw the towel over the chair and lay down on his stomach facing the other side.
"Aapko bhookh lagi hai?" I asked but there was no response.
(Are you hungry?)
The air was getting tense in the room. I closed the doors, switched off the lights and pulled open the drapes of the balcony. Walking to the other side of the bed I lay down removing my dupatta.
I looked at him sleeping with closed eyes. He looked handsome yet angry. I shifted closer to him, only an inch away.
"Aap naaraz hai humse?" I asked softly.
"Are you mad at me?)
But still no response.
"Aap khud galti karte hai aur khud hi naaraz bhi ho jaate. Aise kaise chalega." I said in a complaining tone.
(You make a mistake and then get mad by yourself only, how will this work?)
He immediately opened his eyes looking into mine. For a mini second his eyes took my breath away.
"Hamari kya galti hai?" He asked in his deep voice.
(What was my mistake?)
I gulped hearing him and answered, gaining some strength, glimpsing into his eyes.
"You fought with him then you ordered me not to leave. And then not for once, you called me to tell me how much you missed me." I said almost getting teary.
I tried not to blink or break my voice.
"Aapko hamari yaad nahi aayi?" I asked.
(Didn't you miss me?)
He kept staring into my eyes but not a word came out. He then turned to face the opposite direction.
"Bilkul nahi," he said.
(Not at all)
I could only look at his figure lying in front of me in astonishment. How could he say that? He surely was lying. It's impossible. I missed him every second. I was here longing for his love and praying for him to call, so how was it possible he didn't miss me at all?
I scoffed and lay on my back.
"Of course you did or else why would you come here late at night?" I said.
YOU ARE READING
DAKSHIKA
Romantizm"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed...
