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17. Everything fine?

N A K S H A T R A

Three days ago, everything felt like it was unraveling. I couldn’t ignore the guilt in my chest. The way I’d pushed him away, assuming the worst about him when all he had ever done was care for me. The silence between us felt suffocating, and I couldn’t live with that.

I knew I needed to apologize, but I wanted to do it in a way that would show him just how much I regretted my actions. A surprise, something to show him that I cared, that I was ready to make things right.

He went to the office that morning, and I saw it as my chance. He wouldn’t expect anything from me today, which made it the perfect time to plan my apology.

I texted him in the most formal, neutral way possible, hoping it would distract him from any suspicion.

Hello, come home by 7

Who TF are you?

How many wives do you have that you don't remember me?

I'm sorry and yes, I'll be there before 7.

I wanted him to be curious, but not overthink it. I didn't want him to suspect anything or worry that I was doing something drastic. I hoped this would be the start of mending things between us.

By the time evening came, I had everything ready. The restaurant I’d chosen was small and cozy—nothing too fancy, just intimate enough for us to talk and reconnect. I was nervous, my palms slightly sweaty as I paced the living room, waiting for him to return. I had no idea how he would react, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

When he finally walked in, I smiled, trying to stay calm. "Come with me. Can I drive?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

He looked at me with a curious expression, but he smiled. "What’s this about? Where are we going?"

"You’ll see," I said, grabbing my purse and leading him out.

I didn’t say much on the drive, mostly because I was trying to keep my nerves under control. But when we arrived at the restaurant, I could see the change in his eyes. There was a hint of surprise, but also curiosity.

As we sat down and the evening progressed, I felt the tension between us start to ease. It was as if we were starting over, like we were back to the beginning of something new.

"Adhwit," I began, breaking the silence, "I need to apologize. I... I misunderstood everything, and I let my fear take over. I’m so sorry for how I treated you."

His face softened, but he didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he just reached out and gently squeezed my hand, as if silently telling me he understood.

"I was scared," I continued. "Scared of being vulnerable. Scared of trusting you. And when I woke up, I thought... I thought you had taken advantage of me. But I was wrong. I’m sorry."

He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Nakshatra, you don’t need to apologize. I just wanted to take care of you. You’ve been through a lot, and I want to be here for you. But I understand why you felt the way you did. I don’t blame you."

A weight lifted off my shoulders. I was so afraid he’d push me away, but instead, he was comforting me.

"Thank you," I whispered. "I’ve never told you this, but I have scopophobia. I’m terrified of being watched, and sometimes, I just... I shut down. That’s why I reacted the way I did."

His expression softened, and he nodded. "I understand. You don’t need to explain. I’m here, always. If you need time or space, I’ll respect that."