Amara : ( 10 yrs ago )
I just realized—I’m in love with my Abhimaan.
The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks during an event, where one of my friends couldn’t stop gushing about him. She went on and on about how lucky his future wife would be.
Future wife.
Hearing those words made my blood boil. My hands balled into fists, and I clenched my teeth. For the first time in my life, I felt it—jealousy.
The thought that someday, some girl would come into his life and become his whole damn world tormented me. She would be his priority, she would hold his hand, hug him, kiss him, and share moments with him that I could never dream of having. That realization tore me apart from the inside.
When I got home, I broke down the moment I stepped into my room, unaware that Abhi was already there, waiting for me.
The instant he saw me, he rushed over, pulling me into his arms as though he could shield me from whatever was hurting me.
“Amara, what happened, baby?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I clung to him tightly, burying my face in his chest as sobs wracked my body. The word baby echoed in my mind, piercing my heart. That’s what I was to him—a baby.
“I’m not a baby. I’m 17,” I mumbled, still holding on to him.
“Oh, sorry, baba,” he said softly, his tone gentle. “I know you’re not a baby, okay? Now stop crying and tell your Abhimaan what’s wrong. What’s hurting you this much, hmm?”
I lifted my head to look at him, my arms still wrapped around his waist. His eyes softened as they met mine, and I saw a flicker of pain in them—hurt that I was hurting.
“What would you do if you knew what’s hurting me?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“I’d make it go away,” he said, his voice firm with conviction.
“Then make your wife go away,” I blurted out, pouting like a child.
“Wife?” he repeated, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I have a wife? Since when?”
“I don’t know,” I shot back petulantly. “But make her go away. I don’t want to share you.” My words came out like the complaint of a child unwilling to share her favorite candy with her sibling.
He sighed deeply, then cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing away my tears.
“You would never need to share me with anyone, Amara. I promise,” he said, his gaze locked with mine, his tone steady and reassuring.
“But you’ll get married someday,” I murmured. “Then you’ll have a wife.”
“I won’t marry anyone else.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t need anyone else. I only need you.”
His words brought an involuntary smile to my lips. He only needs me.
“But what if they force you to marry someone? Like in those books?” I frowned, the thought unsettling me.
“Then I’ll elope with you,” he said, his teasing smile lighting up his face.
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