His Bride: When Fate Made Her Fake

|| 21. INSECURITY ||

"Do you really think I am not happy with your presence?" Raman whispered, still looking at her face. The moonlight was falling on her angelic face, making her look ethereal. The discomfort caused throughout the day seemed lessen down. He covered the distance between them and looked at her, like he is trying to absorb her innocence. She immediately fell asleep after vocalising her doubts but it was enough to leave him a fix. How he suppose to tell her that how his heart races when he see her after end of the day, how he adore her when she snuggles to her plushy, the way she make faces when she doesn't get anything to eat as per her choice, the way she sleeps sometimes opening her mouth. He has noticed her ways, her actions and honesty he like everything about her and that's the only thing which bothers him. He is scared of her, he is scared from her eyes which looks at him with adoration, he is scared with her smile which dances on her lips everytime she smiles, he is scared of her feminine scent which makes him go crazy everytime she comes closer.

He admires her yet he is scared of her, the love scares him. He is a man with emotional baggages, he has seen how his father drown himself in alcohol once his mother left him, he took years to make peace with the truth that his wife left him for another man. He is scared of love but what fault Ishita has? She is innocent in all this fiasco, Mihir words rang in his mind, even she has expectations from this marriage and he has no rights to fail her.

Yes this is a marriage of convenience but he respects her, this relationship mean alot for him. "I don't know about love Ishita but I miss you everytime I am away from you. I can't see you in pain. I like being close to you." He caressed her forehead softly seeing her sleeping peacefully. "I will try to be better for you." He murmured, he wanted to hold her hand before falling asleep but maybe not today. He caressed her knuckles and adjusted his pillow close to her. The next morning, when Ishita woke up she rubbed her eyes and yawned, she could feel discomfort but it was bearable for her. She craned her neck and found herself alone in the room, the thick curtains around the the window didn't let her guess the time but she was sure it must be late morning.

Oh! So Raman left? God! Kitna soti hoon main. Ishita cursed herself for oversleeping, she wanted to thank him for his care and gesture he showed last night. "Praanth!" She smacked her head dramatically and about to leave the bed when the door churned and her eyes widened finding Raman infront of her.

"Hi! Goodmorning." Raman was standing at the doorway holding the breakfast tray.

"You didn't went to office?" She asked, too surprised to find him at home.

"I thought to work from home." He shrugged off his shoulder as he arranged table next to their bed and placed the tray on it. The steaming aroma of coffee immediately gave her a sense of satisfaction and she smiled as he passed her coffee mug along cookies. Ishita looked at her husband through corner of her eyes and bit her lips recalling about her last night words. She knew she crossed her limit last night, she shouldn't have spoken all those words. He already has done a lot for her, being a reserved person he has done more than he could. It would be wrong to expect too much from him, but her heart wish to ask him about the question she put last night.

"Raman wo...."

"Hmm." He responded while reading newspaper, she shook her head and looked back at Raman again.

"Thank you for last night." He creased his brows and folded the newspaper neatly.

"For what?"

"For helping me out with everything." She replied timidly feeling his deep eyes on her.

"You don't have to hesitate with me." He replied genuinely with a subtle smile.

"Hmm." She hummed twisting her fingers. Raman kept their mugs aside and sat closer to her. "You asked me something last night."