𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐏: 𝐀 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟎𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝟒

He sighed, feeling frustrated by her silence and the way she was ignoring him. He knew it had been wrong to scold her in front of everyone, but he felt he had no choice. It was not something he wanted to do.

When he saw the tears in her eyes, his heart ached at the sight of her pale and dull face. She was trembling with fear, even flinching at his raised voice at the dining table. He never wanted to scare her like that, but in his mind, it had all been necessary.

He sat beside her, but she quickly turned her face away, maintaining the distance between them. He gazed at her intently for a moment before shifting closer on the bed, trying to close the gap between them.

Roopisha felt very angry. Why was he even coming closer when he had shouted at her for something that wasn't her fault? She hadn't dropped the curry on purpose-it was all because of him and his actions.

Tears streamed down her face as she covered her face with her hands, crying and sobbing uncontrollably. She no longer cared what he might think or whether he would get angry again.

She had left her family and with how everyone in the house made her feel distant and cold, it had become too much. She just wanted to let it all out, to cry hard.

His heart wrenched as he watched his little wife cry, knowing he was the cause of this. Without thinking, he immediately wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.

She snuggled against his shoulder, tears still flowing, while he gently patted her head. He pressed soft kisses on her forehead, over and over, trying to soothe her and calm her down.

"Jaan, you are hurting me. Don't cry" he said, her tears making him feel more vulnerable than anything.

"Humari galti na-nahi th-thi fir bhi aapne sa-sabke saamne daanta"

("My mistake wasn't even my fault, yet you scolded me in front of everyone.")

She sobbed, her mind replaying the scary stares everyone passed in her direction at the dining table.

"Shh shh. I am sorry. Hume maaf kar do. Hum kabhi ab aisa nahi karenge. Vaada karte hai"

("Shh shh. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I will never do this again. I promise.")

He apologised, trying to calm her down, , to ease both her tears and anger.

As much as he hated seeing her cry, he couldn't help but find her utterly adorable. Her red nose, flushed cheeks, and puffy face were clear signs of how angry she was with him, yet it made her look even more beautiful.

"Khane ki tareef nahi ki humari. Hum kya kharab khana banate hai?"

("You didn't praise my cooking. Do I make bad food?")

She spoke, looking at him with tear filled eyes and he cursed himself for being so ignorant.

"Nahi. Humne Aaj tak itna swadisht khana nahi khaya. Aapke haath me to jaadu hai"

("No. I haven't had such delicious food till today. There's magic in your hands.")

He replied, kissing her knuckles repeatedly, while she blinked, staring at him innocently, gauging his expressions to see if he was genuine.

He couldn't help but think how incredibly cute she looked. If she had given her consent and wasn't so innocent, he was certain that by now, he would have been ravishing her under him by now.

He genuinely loved her food, and that was why he kept asking for a refill. He believed actions spoke louder than words, not realizing that his little wife might not understand it that way. On top of that, he wasn't particularly fond of public displays of affection, and there was a reason behind his reluctance to let anyone see him being affectionate and loving with her.