Her Soft Hearted Psycho Husband

The basement

It has been one month since I got married. We both went to France for our honeymoon. I completely enjoyed this one month. We just came to his mansion three days before. Due to Uncle's poor health condition, he has become completely bedridden. The doctor informed us to chat with him and take him out often. Because there is more probability of him speaking again. I have been spending my evening hours with him, taking him to the garden, and speaking with him till 7. I don't want my husband to lose his only parent. I often felt uncle wanted to tell me something whenever I visited him. Like every day, I'm taking him to a garden—a huge garden of 10 acres.

" Hello uncle, how are you doing today? Please get well soon. I have seen you playing soccer in one of your childhood pictures. Don't you want to play soccer with your grandchildren? No. I don't know how your son is bearing all this. He has not even completed mourning over his mother's death yet. Now he has to see his father's suffering. If I were in his place, I might have been sitting in a corner crying my eyes out. At least for your son's sake, get well soon, uncle.

" I'm talking all this while, walking on the land my husband gifted me. I have ordered my husband's guards to leave me alone with my father-in-law for a few hours. I don't know why they are following me like a tail even in my own house. This area is completely surrounded by guards. Then what is the need for them to follow me now that we have been walking straight for 20 minutes? It's actually a huge place; we walked so far away that I can't see my house from here, uncle. I really like this place." Why did your son stack this house with lots of guards? I want some time alone with my family members. Let's walk here. They are out of our eyes now." Till now, I have been walking perpendicularly from my house. Now I started walking in a horizontal direction. Then only I can walk back to my house within the last 20 minutes; suddenly he started thrashing his body. I got scared and panicked. I went to the front, kneeling down, and asked him, "What happened? Let me call the guards and your son. I'm finished today."

I was about to stand up and ran to call for guards. He stretched his leg, which made me stumble and fall to the ground. When I looked back towards him, he shook his head vigorously. "Don't you want me to call your son and gaurds?" I asked, to which he shook his head positively, "Why?" I asked, getting curious, "Are you scared of them?" I asked him because I saw fresh tears of frustration in his eyes on mentioning them, "But why?" I asked again. As soon as I asked this question, we heard some cars's sounds. Suddenly, a car halted on the road just beside my garden, from which my husband got down like a handsome king. The winds wiped his father's last tears. His face became completely dry before my husband reached out to us. "Why did you come this far?" My husband asked me. "Because I wanted to explore this garden and spend some time with my father-in-law, and I hate your gaurds." I told him, "Ok, let's go by my car," he declared.

"Thank God. I was worrying about how I was going to make it up to your house," I said, sighing. "You should have thought that before coming this far," he mocked me while texting on his phone. Suddenly I saw two of the guards coming on a bike towards us. "I think his garden time is not over yet, so let Matthew take him to the home. I will drop you off at home by car. Come," my husband said. "Can't he just lift Uncle and place him on the seat? Spending time in the garden doesn't mean spending alone; it's spending with family. Matthew, can you please place him on the front seat?" I retarded and asked Matthew to help him.

I am not letting him with any guards from now on.I made a mental note. I was suspecting that some God had misbehaved with him using his vulnerability. During dinner also, I fed him. And I also wanted to check his medications. I asked one of my friends to recommend any effective new medication because he has been using this medication for 4 years. That's what the maid said to me. When I was giving his medicine to him, I remembered I forgot to inform the guard to buy a particular tablet that got finished yesterday, so I made an inner note to tell this as soon as I saw my husband. After feeding him his tablet, when I was going to make him drink the water, he raised his hand to hold the cup correctly with his shaking hands. I suddenly got happy because he has shown some reaction now. Yeah, months before he wasn't even able to open his eyes when we had gone to honeymoon.

"Uncle, are you okay? How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?". I saw tears in his eyes. "Did any of the guards misbehave with you? Please tell me." He shook his head negatively, and then I understood he wasn't able to speak. Then he lifted his hands and showed me his dressing cupboard. I didn't get what he's coming to say. So I asked him, "Can you write it for me?" He nodded his head positively. So I immediately collected the notepad and the pen kept in his drawer and gave it to him. While he was writing something like 'cupb..', I heard the door opening sound. Uncle was writing something, but suddenly he looked shocked and stopped his writing. Again, some fresh tears filled his eyes. Then I understood how much he loved his son, my husband. He was literally shocked in happiness, seeing his dad's improvement. "Do you know Arjun, today dad somehow moved his hand?" I asked me. "Can you call that doctor immediately?" he asked with a blank expression. "Oh sure, I will." "Matthew is down the stairs," he informed me. 

Arjun's POV :

As soon as my wife left the room, I went near my dear father. "I'm finally happy that you are able to move your hand. I would have been very happy if you didn't make this stupid attempt," I said while harshly pulling the notepad from his hand. *The cupboard is a secret door*, "so you want to reveal the secret to your daughter-in-law as soon as she enters my life. How much you do love me. I too love you in the same way. Wanna see my love?" I said, grabbing the pillow kept on the chair. Then I made my next move. I tightly hold the pillow on his face. Until he felt it was hard to breathe and was thrashing.

"Now there is no use of you," I said while crumbling the paper on which he had written and throwing it into the dustbin. After a few seconds, I hear the footsteps of my wife. I love her anklets. It gives me signals that she is coming when she is 20 steps away from me. So I decided to kill my father sometime later. I don't want to scare my kitten with this act. So I just placed the pillow on the chair itself. I looked at my now unconscious father with a stoic face. When she reached the room, she got shocked. I persuaded her, saying, "It usually happens; no need to fear. In this condition, his body requires a greater amount of energy to even lift his hand.". "Due to energy loss, he is unconscious now. Can you prepare a coffee for the doctor and me?"I asked her.

She left after nodding, looking at my father.