𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝟐𝟗. 𝐋𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇

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As I stepped into the bathroom, I was struck by its sheer size and pristine white theme. I removed my clothes and stood under the shower, letting the water cascade over me. The sensation was more than just physical; it felt like the water was washing away the remnants of yesterday's fears, touching my very soul. I closed my eyes, allowing memories of the previous day to flood my mind. Not the haunting ones, but the tender moments with Abhi.

He had taken such immense care of me, never leaving my side for even a second. He handled his family with such ease, all while being there for me. The trauma had reduced me to a fragile state, yet he managed it all without a single complaint. When I tried to apologize, he curtly refused, insisting it was his responsibility. And here I was, feeling inadequate, just as his bua had said. But I resolved to become the woman who truly deserves him because losing him is not an option. For that, I would do anything. Abhi had not only occupied my mind but also my heart and soul. I found solace in his embrace, a place where I wished time could stand still.

I emerged from the bathroom with the bathrobe to find Abhimanyu waiting with a beautiful blue kurti. He approached me, handing over a box. "This box has everything you might need, and here's the kurti for today," he said.

I glanced at the kurti and then at him, nervously scratching my neck. "Can I wear a saree today?" I asked.

He looked at me with surprise, his eyes narrowing. "Did someone say something to you?"

"No," I quickly replied.

"Then why?" he inquired.

"I just want to wear one," I said meekly.

"Okay, wait here. I'll call someone to bring a saree for you," he said in an authoritative tone and left the room. His reaction left me perplexed.

I looked inside the basket he had brought. It contained everything I could need, from makeup to innerwear. Abhi returned a minute later with a beautiful yellow saree and handed it to me.

"Are you angry with me?" I asked tentatively.

He came closer, cupping my cheeks gently. "Jaan, remember one thing always. I can never be angry or upset with you," he said softly. I nodded, feeling reassured as he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he emerged, he was dressed in a black shirt and black pants. He walked over to me and helped drape the saree around me. His touch was gentle and careful, making sure everything was perfect. The blouse was designed to cover my scars, reaching just to my waist.

After we both were ready, Abhimanyu said, "Let's go to the haveli. Everyone must be waiting."

As he spoke, memories of my actions with Yuvraj from the previous day and the harsh words of his aunt flooded my mind. I didn't want to face them, but I knew I had to. Why couldn't I just live my whole life in this room with this wonderful person? Mahadev, give me strength.