chapter 7

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Savitri pov

I felt like I was floating in air as I slowly open my eyes I see sarkar carring me in his arms he was looking ahead I still feel my head ache maybe because I cried a lot.

I rest my head on his shoulder and feel at peace. I know he is strict and doesn't show me but I know he loves me as much I love maybe more.

A small smile etched on my lips with this beautiful thought I see ahead and look that we are now in our bedroom. I see out of the window and a thick layer of dark blanket has covered the sky.

I realize that it Is night time now . I look at the clock to confirm the time at its hand show that it is being 11 pm at night.

I gasp at the sudden realization that from afternoon I was laying in the bathroom no one once checked on me even sarkaar come home by seven and maji might have come.

I get sad because I haven't cooked for my family and maji will definitely scold me in morning.

I feel sarkaar making me  lay on bed as I settle down, a giddy feeling consume me making me have butterflies in my stomach of seeing him caring for me in such a way.

But all crashes down as he held my jaw tightly and hisses at me

" Dhayan kaha hai tera hmm sona hi tha toh kamre mai soti bed pr gareeb hai kya hum jo bathroom mai soi padi hai.
Hmesha roti rehti hai Manusiyat Fhelati hai "

"Ji esa ni hai ...... Hamri tabiyat thik nahi hai aaj kal " I tried to explain him but he stops me showing his hand.

I could feel the anger he was radiating, he turn his back on me and angrily striped toward bathroom to freshen up and with a loud bang he close the bathroom door terrifying me.

I lay down  on bed in comfortable position and feel sad for always making him angry and infuriating him.

But my heart squeezes at the thought of being there in bathroom for hours without any care I know I m wrong but still I crave for his some attention or words that can soothe me.

I don't know what happening to me but I console myself thinking  that he might be stressed from his work.

Bathroom door open I see my husband looking tall and dangerous, wet hair and naked well defined chest fully exposed I could see the water droplets travelling down which was at least covered with a towel.

I feel he is truly shameless always looking a chance to be naked and even he tries to make me also naked any time he gets shameless man.

As I look in to his eyes I got very embarrassed and quickly turn my side from him. I hear him chuckle I get more embarrassed to look him naked and that got caught by him, what will he think.

Sometime later I feel our bed dip from his side I lay stiff in my position not even daring to move.

Suddenly it dawn upon me that he is angry today I did grave mistakes I forgot with mistakes do come punishments maybe he will punish me more brutally today. A shiver ran down my spine as feel him putting his hand on my waist and pulling me toward himself.

" I m sorry I m sorry mujhe maaf kr dijiye " I shreek
him to leave me tonight.

But instead I feel him engulfing me in a hug I could hear my heart beats beating too fast, my throat dry and mind fussed to comprehend my situation.

I slowly relax as he brush his fingers in my hair in  painfully slow movement making me feel good , I bury myself in his chest inhaling his fresh sent and hearing his calm heartbeats making me more at peace.

I feel his other hand cressing my waist slowly moving up and down in motion making me feel good.

My body relax, my mind relaxes but my brain betrays me and flashes today's painful event of maji wanting to get him another wife, him scolding me in afternoon, and some moments before.

I get overwhelmed with my emotions and my eyes again gets numb and wet with my tears I let my tears fall and focus my attention on his heartbeats.

He doesn't stop his movement but make them more gentle when he notice I m crying.

We both remains silent in each others arms with only sound our heartbeats which were now syncing with each other.

"Jyada mat soch so ja ab " His heavy and deep voice brings me shivers, he kiss his lips on my hair and press my head more into his chest and massage it making me fall in a deep slumber.

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