Kashi Owns Future

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Bhavishya was seated in his cabin, reviewing a file intently. Across the desk sat Kartik, engaged in a conversation with him about work. Their discussion was interrupted by the ringing of Bhavishya's phone. He picked it up, glancing at the caller ID before answering.

"Hello?" he said.

On the other end of the line, Karan's voice came through. "Sir, Madam mentioned that she's ready to rejoin work."

Bhavishya leaned back in his chair, considering the information. "Hm, good. Alright, let him know that she’ll design his house when she feels ready," he replied. Without waiting for further discussion, he ended the call, placing the phone back on the desk. His gaze shifted back to Kartik.

"Your wife is an interior designer, right?" Kartik asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"Yeah, she is," Bhavishya responded, his voice steady and calm.

"Hmm, that’s interesting," Kartik remarked, a small smile forming on his lips.

Bhavishya's brow furrowed slightly. He leaned forward, his tone firm. "You don’t need to take any interest in my wife."

The subtle warning was clear, and Kartik simply nodded, letting the subject drop. After an hour of wrapping up their work, Kartik finally left.

Bhavishya glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight. He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle on his shoulders. Gathering his belongings, he left the office and drove home through the quiet streets.

When he finally arrived and stepped into his bedroom, a sense of peace washed over him. The sight before him melted away the day's fatigue—a serene image of his wife, Kashi, and their young son, Ekansh, nestled together in deep sleep. A soft smile spread across his face as he stood at the doorway, taking in the moment.

Kashi was the only woman in his life. He had never looked at anyone the way he looked at her. Yet, rumors persisted—whispers about an alleged affair with another woman. He didn’t care about the gossip. For him, the only thing that mattered was the unwavering bond he shared with his wife. He wasn’t cheating, and that truth was enough for him.

Quietly, Bhavishya changed into more comfortable clothes and slipped into bed beside his family. He gently pulled Ekansh closer, and as the little boy felt his father’s embrace, he instinctively burrowed his face into Bhavishya’s chest, seeking warmth and comfort.

The sudden movement stirred Kashi from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and her gaze met Bhavishya’s. For a moment, neither of them spoke, but their eyes conveyed a quiet understanding.

"Sorry," Bhavishya murmured, worried that he’d disturbed her rest.

Kashi shook her head, a gentle smile on her lips. Sitting up slightly, she brushed her hair away from her face and asked, "Should I bring your dinner here? You must be hungry."

He shook his head. "No, there’s no need. I’m full," he reassured her.

She nodded softly and lay back down, staring at the ceiling for a moment. Within a few minutes, her breathing slowed, and she drifted back into sleep.

Bhavishya lay there in the quiet darkness, the rhythmic breathing of his wife and son filling the room. He reached out to gently hold Kashi’s hand, his thumb brushing against her knuckles as a silent promise of his love and commitment. Closing his eyes, he let the serenity of the moment lull him to sleep.

He gazed at her peaceful face, his heart heavy with memories of a night he wished he could erase. That night haunted him, a shadow in their otherwise bright relationship. He had lost control, lost his senses, and in his moment of weakness, he had done something he could never forgive himself for. The guilt was a burden he carried every day, even though Kashi had chosen to forgive him.

He remembered vividly the day she discovered she was pregnant. He had fallen to his knees before her, his voice trembling as he begged for her forgiveness. Tears streamed down his face as he confessed his shame and regret. Kashi, with her boundless compassion, had placed her hand gently on his shoulder and told him she forgave him. But her forgiveness only deepened the ache in his heart.

How could he have done that to her, the woman he loved more than life itself? The memory of her tears that night was etched into his soul, a painful reminder of his failure to protect her even from himself.

As he lay there beside her now, watching her chest rise and fall in the steady rhythm of sleep, the guilt resurfaced. He clenched his eyes shut tightly, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, gnawing at his conscience. He couldn’t forgive himself, no matter how many times she assured him that she had moved on, that they had built something beautiful out of the pain.

He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against her hand. Even in sleep, her presence was a comfort, a reminder of the strength and resilience that she embodied. He silently vowed, as he had countless times before, to never let his weaknesses hurt her again.

Bhavishya let out a shaky sigh and turned his gaze to the ceiling, the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. He had promised himself to be a better man, a better husband, and a better father. Every moment he spent with her and their son was a second chance, a reminder of the life they were building together despite the scars of the past.

As the weight of his emotions pressed against him, Bhavishya whispered softly into the quiet room, "I will make it right, Kashi. Always."

And with that silent promise, he closed his eyes, hoping that the love they shared would one day be enough to heal his heart.

Even though he had never confessed his love to her in words, Bhavishya tried to show it in every way possible. He believed actions spoke louder than words, and he had devoted himself to ensuring Kashi's happiness and comfort. He made it his mission to give her the best of everything, to take care of her every need, and to be the kind of husband she deserved.

After that night, he had changed in ways he never thought possible. He kept his distance from her, not because he didn’t love her, but because he feared that his presence might make her feel uncomfortable or unsafe. He knew he couldn’t erase the memory of what had happened, but he could control how he behaved moving forward. He wanted to ensure she felt secure around him, to rebuild her trust, and to prove that he was a man she could rely on.

One of the most significant changes he made was giving up alcohol completely. The very thought of drinking brought back the shame and regret of that night, and he swore to himself that he would never let anything impair his judgment again. He avoided it at social gatherings, at work events, and even at home, no matter how tempting or socially expected it might have been. It was his way of silently apologizing, a promise he had made to himself and to Kashi.

As he lay in bed, his thoughts swirling with memories and self-recrimination, he didn’t even notice when sleep overtook him. The weight of his emotions, combined with the quiet comfort of Kashi’s presence, lulled him into unconsciousness. His last waking thought was a silent prayer—that one day, he would find the courage to tell her how much he loved her, not just through his actions but with words as well.

His breathing evened out as he drifted into sleep, the moonlight casting a soft glow over the family nestled together. In his dreams, there were no mistakes, no regrets—only the hope of a future where love, forgiveness, and understanding would continue to guide them through life.

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If you giys are confused then please go and check out prologue part I just edited it and added some spice.