Samaira's POV
I finally felt myself at peace. I fucking don't care who is the mafia boss of what. The only person I know is my husband, Ishaan Malhotra. Who keeps me happy, listens to me, loves me, protect me and is effortlessly beautiful.
My room which always felt like darkness to me was again pink and sparkly now. The tassel garlands, dreamcatchers, soft toys were finally resonating happiness to me. This was the room where I last decided to submit myself to somebody. Wrong way to take a decision, honestly. But my decision didn't prove to be wrong. Depending your happiness on someone isn't wrong. Completely depending upon the person is. Due to Ishaan ji, I could finally feel happy in my room, with Nandini, with everybody at my home and right now with my dad.
"Dad you know mumma always order to make our favourite food there. She is so sweet."
"I am glad you are happy beta."
"How could I not be dad? Aapne kaha tha na aapki choices best hoti hai. Aaj to mai agree kar rahi hu."
"Itne ache din aagye mere?"
"Haa abhi to aayenge ache din dad. Mai yahin jo hu." I said smiling proudly.
"Nandu ko bhi le aati."
"She has office dad. She'll come when she is free."
"Wow. Okay do you want me to make something? Bhindi ki sabji khaogi?"
"Why not dadd?"
I remember when I used to be sad, dad would make bhindi. Yea we used to visit the bakery too coz sweets are the best coping mechanism, but bhindi made by dad held a special place in my heart.
I was in the kitchen with dad gossiping with him. I felt like it's been years since I had a conversation with him like this. This fun conversation.
I went outside the kitchen, settled on the dining table and turned on some music. My spotify decided to play Lover by Taylor Swift. I don't know why out of all the Bollywood songs. But this song too hits a different spot on my head. Because I so wanna dedicate this to my husband I recorded a voice note to send him.
When the best lines of the song came,
'Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close?'
These specific lines held so much of my emotions and doubts that with so much of guts, I sent him.
Within seconds he replied, like he was waiting for my text.
'Of course, honey, I'll carry you all around.'
'And also, this is our place we make the rules.'
This was another lyric of the song. i love his texting skills.
I stared at the text like it meant everything to me. Is this love? Or just affection?
After me not replying for two minutes straight he sent me another text.
'What are you doing?'
'Enjoying. With dad.'
'You are happy?'
'Bohot zyada.'
'I am glad.'
What small talk is this. I just said I loved his texting skills. Well, I guess I am the problem here.
'Don't worry I miss you too' the text I sent with shivering hands.
'Wow you know me that well huh?'
'You doubt?'
