DESTINED WITH YOU

CHAPTER-13

-SNEHA'S POV-

I sat silently on the bed, when Reyansh entered the room, his face etched with sadness.

He sat beside me without a word, and I immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Suniye?" I whispered, and he just hummed in response.

"Are you upset with me? Did I do something?" I asked, a little afraid that he might lose his temper again.

Reyansh closed his eyes and shook his head.

Then, he got up and poured some water into a glass.

He wordlessly handed me my medicine. I took it without a protest and drank the water he offered.

Why does he look so sad?

He sat beside me again, gazing into my eyes. "You should rest," he said softly, cupping my cheek.

"Tell me, are you sad?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head and gently kissed my forehead.

"I love you, okay?" he murmured, his words sending a flutter through my heart. I nodded, my own emotions swirling within me.

"Please tell me why you're so quiet," I pleaded.

He closed his eyes again. "I tried to make you kheer," he confessed, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

My face lit up with a bright smile. He tried to cook for me?

"Where is it? Give it to me," I said excitedly.

He opened his eyes, now filled with tears. "It turned out… terrible," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"Let me see it," I insisted. He shook his head, his hand still resting on my cheek.

"Please," I begged, covering his hand with my own small one.

He shook his head again, saying, "It's the worst dessert ever. I'm so sorry. I can't even cook something decent for my wife."

"Please don't cry," I said, wiping away a tear that escaped his precious eyes.

I longed to hug him, but my injuries held me back. The guilt in his eyes was tearing me apart.

"Listen to me, please," I said, and he looked into my eyes.

"You didn't throw the kheer away, did you?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Then bring it to me," I said. Before he could protest.

"I won't eat anything, and I won't take my medicine if you don't." I didn't care if he got angry or lost his temper.

All I cared about was the guilt in his eyes, and I desperately wanted to erase it.

"Apko kasam hai meri" I said, biting my lip.

Reyansh looked at me again, tears streaming down his face.

"Please," I begged. His silence was worse than any anger. I just wanted to hear his voice.

He nodded and got up from the bed. After a few minutes, he returned to the room, carrying a bowl of kheer.

I smiled brightly. I never imagined I’d be so fortunate to have my husband cook for me, even if it was a disaster for him.

The thought alone filled me with warmth and love.

He hesitated, his hand trembling slightly, before finally presenting the bowl of kheer.  He looked so unsure.

"Now, feed me yourself...please," I said softly. I knew he wouldn't offer, convinced it was a culinary catastrophe.