𝑅uhi :- His Saviour Wife

8. nightmares

Ruhi's pov

He's not that bad, but sometimes he can be a bit shudu (stubborn) and akadu (rigid). This morning, though, I felt secure with him. It’s not that I can't protect myself—I can—but there’s something comforting about knowing there’s someone beside me, someone I can call mine.

I remember how everyone helped me with cooking this morning. I love both eating and cooking, but no one ever really taught me properly. Once, I tried to cook, but ended up burning my hand. After that, I started relying on quick meals like Maggi and other easy-to-make foods.

His mom and the whole family are so lovely. Everyone loves me, and that’s enough for me when it comes to my husband—I can handle him with one hand!

After breakfast, I came to my room and started working on my laptop.

"I think I should ask about rejoining work," I thought to myself. And let me tell you, the gift he gave me last night was beautiful, though I didn’t like one part of it—it was a gun. I know I act like one of the boys sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I’ll like a gun! I’m still a girl. But I loved the pendant he gave me, a delicate lily flower, and that made up for it.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to see everyone smiling.

“Come, bhabhi, let us show you the house,” they said. I smiled and nodded, curious to see everything. I started walking in my saree, which was a bit uncomfortable, but what could I do? It was part of adjusting to this new life.

As they showed me around, something caught my attention—a sword. I’ve always wanted to learn how to use one, but I know I can’t. I reached out and touched the edge of the sword, feeling how sharp it was.

“Bhabhi, don’t touch that, you’ll hurt yourself!” Yash warned me with concern in his voice. I smiled at his care, but honestly, I’ve dealt with worse.

“only bhai know who to use this ” Arushi said .

So, the woodpecker of a husband I have is an all-rounder, I thought. Not bad—it's good to have someone who’s skilled in everything.

After seeing the whole house, we were all exhausted and collapsed onto the sofa. That’s when ma came in. She looked at me and smiled warmly.

“Do you like the house?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Beta, if you’re not comfortable in a saree, you don’t have to wear one. You’re just like our daughter,” she said, kissing my forehead. I smiled, touched by her affection. I love her so much already.

Just then, Vidhi di came and sat on the sofa with her baby. I couldn’t stop looking at the innocent little soul playing in her mother’s lap. It reminded me of my sister. She had been my mother, father, brother, sister, and best friend all in one. I felt a pang of sadness thinking about how unlucky I had been with family relationships.

As I was lost in thought, I felt a light weight on my lap. I looked down to see Vidhi di had placed the baby in my lap. I smiled as she said, “My baby wants to spend some time with her mami.”

I nodded and looked down at the baby. “I will protect you from everyone,” I whispered, and the baby smiled, gripping my fingers.

“Ma, I was thinking we should have the naming ceremony in about two or three weeks,” Vidhi di suggested.

“Why, bacche?” Sacchi ma asked.

“Because he is also coming, and I thought it would be nice if he could be here to see our daughter.” Vidhi di blushed as Parul ma teased her.