Kshitij got Kritika

CHAPTER ~ 58

POV :~ KSHITIJ

"Ah, I love you too, Kshitij." She moaned.

I freezed.

I stared at her, my heart skipping a beat as I heard her say those three words for the first time. My eyes widened with disbelief and joy as I pulled myself back.

"W-what? Did you just say..?" I lifted my head up, looking at her with wide shocked eyes, a huge smile spreading across my face, "YOU LOVE ME TOO?!"

She slowly palmed my cheek lovingly, a warm smile spreading across her face as she nodded her head in positive.

I suddenly felt tears welling up in my eyes, overwhelming joy and happiness coursing through my veins. I leaned into her touch, turning my head to kiss her palm gently.

"Baby, moon, say it again.. please? I need to hear it again. I'm so in love with you right now."

She just smiled, probably looking at my reaction of disbelief and surprise.

"I can't believe this is really happening.. I've been dreaming of hearing those words from you since so long, moon.. Please, baby? Say it again? I need to hear it from your lips once more."

She gulped hard, and whispered, "I love you, Kshitij. I truly do. Since a long time.”

Her voice was soft, almost trembling, as she looked at me with those deep, expressive eyes that always held so much unspoken emotion. There was a nervousness in the way she fidgeted with her fingers, her gaze darting between the floor and my face, as if she was summoning all the courage she had. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest, anticipation building as I waited for her to say whatever was on her mind.

“I love you so much more that I can't even put my feelings into words. I don’t even know where to start,” she said, her tone soft but weighted with sincerity.

“When we got married, everything felt so... sudden. I didn’t know what to expect from you, from u-us. I was scared, confused, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever feel anything real between us.”

She paused, her eyes misting with memories.

“Lekin aap… Kshitij… aap hamesha wahan the. Shant, calm, kabhi mujhpe dabaav nahi diya, lekin hamesha mujhe aise support kiya jise maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki mujhe zaroorat bhi thi. Aapne mujhe space diya jab main apne new life mein jagah dhoondh rahi thi, aur aapne kabhi bhi mujhe yeh mehsoos nahi karwaya ki mujhe kisi aur ki tarah banna padega.”

“But you… Kshitij...you were always there. Quiet, calm, never pushing me, but always supporting me in ways I never thought I needed. You gave m-me space when I was figuring out my place in this new life, and you never made me feel like I had to be someone else.”

Kritika’s voice wavered as she continued, the emotions of those tough days washing over her and me.

“And then… when Maa fell sick, I thought my world was falling apart. It actually was. I was breaking every single day, watching her go through the pain, feeling helpless… but you, you never left my side, Kshitij. You took c-care of everything without me even having to ask. You were my strength when I had none left.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled the hardest moments.

“Aapne mujhe tab thame rakha jab main royi, jab main chillayi, jab main sans nahi le pa rahi thi. Aur jab maa... Maa.. jab Maa chale gayi, aur mujhe laga ki mere andar kuch bhi nahi bacha hai, aapne mujhe tootne nahi diya. Aapne unn dino mein mujhe sahara diya, Kshitij. Aapne kabhi bhi mujhe akela mehsoos hone hi nahi diya.”