Ishaan's POV
I was married. For the first time ever in my life. I mean ya everybody gets this chance once. Oh, cmon I was so nervous at this point. I felt like I was given a soft feather to take care of. Samaira was sleeping on the bed all lost in her dreams I suppose.
I stood there in my night suit not knowing what to do. She was sleeping on the middle of the bed and waking her up will be my last option. I looked around my room just to find a couch which never looked this annoying to me. I took my pillow slightly from the bed and slept on the VERY COMFORTABLE couch.
As I closed my eyes, my mind dived into her fearful eyes I saw in the café. After that day till this date the fear was in her eyes. On different levels I mean. She used to look peaceful during our functions, but still had something in her eyes maybe fear, sadness? I still don't know. I was trying to find the thing called happiness in her eyes which was so lost like she left it in kumbh ka mela.
I shivered as I thought about taking care of her emotionally. The way she was with me for one week in the functions, she definitely looked broken inside. And I need to know what was breaking her.
At this point I thought I was thinking way too much about her and should sleep. But we never listen to our minds, do we? I got up and looked at her still sleeping like it was the end of the world. I then went to my bed- couch- to sleep and drifted off coz I was tired as well.
The next morning was not a sight of me seeing my beautiful wife drying up her hair with droplets falling on me. I woke up just to see her still in her pajamas looking at me with a horrified expression.
"Aap-" Her voice came out which made me think what scared her like this
"Aap waha kyu so rahe the?" Oh.
"Wo umm bas yuhin" I am so bad at communicating things clearly. Damnit Ishaan. She looked at me with her brown broken eyes.
"I am so sorry. Maine dhyan nahi diya hoga. I was so tired I slept I-" Oh man this girl.
"It's okay, Samaira. You don't have to apologise. You were sleeping so calmly I didn't want to wake you up for some mere space for me to sleep." She looked at me and this time, she smiled. Rare. Yet beautiful.
Samaira's POV
I woke up by a horrific dream. Suddenly I roamed my eyes in the room when I noticed that I was married, and this is not my room but my husband's. I looked around when I found him sleeping on the couch. I was dead scared. Did I not give him space? Was I blabbering in my sleep? I went in my overthinking mode when I saw him waking up. I asked him why he took the couch and apologised but the thing he said later made my heart flutter.
"It's okay, Samaira. You don't have to apologise. You were sleeping so calmly I didn't want to wake you up for some mere space for me to sleep."
I smiled. Unknowingly.
I was about to leave to get ready for all the tiring rituals lined up for the day when he held my wrist slightly. I looked at his light brown eyes with my dark ones. He forwarded his hand and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. The horrific male touch syndrome didn't trigger me this time. What was triggered were those butterflies in my stomach. He went out of the room I don't know for what.
While he was out, I got ready in a red saree. I was looking so pretty and then I realised I haven't complimented myself since a long time. Long back I used to play songs and get ready. Before going out I used to kiss the mirror or blow a kiss at myself. I stopped having these stupid teenage feelings later, but I really miss being that person. I sighed over thinking about my past when I got a call from nandu. I totally forgot we were now sharing the same sasural.
