FROM BROKEN TO BELOVED:- A Tale Of Arrange Marriage

CHAPTER 13

Ivaan's pov

After some days

I clicked on send as I sent the message. It had been a few days since I had messed up, and I was texting Inayat. It looked almost as if nothing happened, but the lack of messages and calls from her side told a different story.

And for that I wasn't mad at her, I was mad at myself, I wasn't free even to meet her after that morning encounter we had.

But the fear that she might not ever willingly call me gnawed at me.

I checked my schedule, all my inpatients had already been attended, and I don't have any appointments for outpatients for the day.

A surge of excitement coursed through me, mingling with the flutter of anticipation that had been steadily building all day.

I really messed up, and I know I can't fix this with some flashy gift. She deserves more than just an apology—I need to show her how much she means to me. It’s not about the money; it’s about the thought, the effort. I want to remind her of the good between us, to give her something that shows I’m really thinking of her, of what she loves. She needs to know how sorry I am, and I want her to feel how much I care in every small gesture I make.

That's why everyday till to this day, I had been sending something or other that I got to know that she likes. Be it some indoor plants, different books of her favourite genre for everyday for a week, her favourite flowers with them and all of her skincare from her favourite brand.

I wanted to gift her something else as well, as I grazed my fingers around it, which laid on the passenger seat of my car.

I whizzed through the traffic in the evening, and stopped in front of a supermarket. A smile grazed my lips as I thought about tonight.

She still hasn't said yes.

I quickly diffused my mind from saying bullshit and entered and took the shopping cart and walts through the food section.

I had already made a mental note in the morning of what were the items that I needed to buy. I carefully looked at all the vegetables with an intense gaze as I checked their freshness.

It was written 100%fresh and yet it looked as if they were lying there for days. My Inayat won't eat this mariyal sabzi, she gets the best. I took the essential species and paid the bill and came out.

The only way I could get the best was to get it from somewhere which had fresh vegetables, so I went to take the veggies from the sabzi mandi. The amount of people in such a small place was concerning. The chaos of the sellers calling customers to buy the items from their shop, because apparently their was better.

(Vegetables market)

I finally seen a shop where a old man was sitting who would be of my grandfather's age, yet he was there sitting and working so that he could feed his family's stomach, I went near him and saw he hasn't even sold half of his stuff. He was just sitting there, waiting for customers to come and buy the things they wanted, he wasn't yelling like others, so people didn't even for once look at his side.

I looked at all the things with complete precision, as if I wasn't buying vegetables but doing a brain surgery. I took all the things from the shopkeeper and gave him extra money for providing such fresh things to all of us. And I decided to buy everything from him, I didn't need so many things but I could donate all these to the orphanage, so I called my driver and told him to take all the vegetables from here and drop them off at the orphanage.

The man looked at me for some time, and a small smile grazed his face, “You are a good man, it's hard to find someone like you in this world. I pray to god that every wish and good deed of yours come to fruition” He said it and kept a hand on my head.