His second wife (#SaRaj)

76) Savi, I am so sorry

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As they finished their spaghetti, Rajat's gaze lingered on Savi, his eyes filled with a deep affection. Savi, sensing his attention, looked up at him, her own eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. The air between them seemed to vibrate with unspoken words, the silence stretching out like a canvas waiting to be filled with the brushstrokes of their emotions.

Rajat's eyes never left Savi's as he asked, "Should we go back to our home now? To Sai?" His voice was low and gentle, like a summer breeze rustling through leaves. Savi's gaze faltered for a moment, her eyes drifting away as she processed the question. A pang of disappointment washed over her; she didn't want this peaceful moment with Rajat to end.

For the first time, Savi felt truly happy, truly herself, without the weight of her family's expectations or her daughter's needs overwhelming her. But reality crept back in, and her thoughts turned to Sai. Her daughter would miss them, since they had come here without her. Savi's face softened, her eyes returning to Rajat's. "I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sai might be missing us."

Rajat's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes filled with understanding. Savi's gaze locked onto his, filled with a newfound hope. Maybe, just maybe, he would say something that would allow them to stay in this peaceful moment, to prolong the sense of freedom and happiness she was feeling.

As Rajat looked at Savi, he felt a pang of affection for her. He liked her, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that she was still uncertain about her feelings for him. To him, Savi seemed bipolar – one moment she was warm and loving, and the next, she was distant and guarded.

Rajat's thoughts were a jumble of emotions as he tried to navigate his own feelings for Savi. He adored her, but he couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same way about him. Was she truly happy with him, or was she just staying for Sai's sake? The uncertainty hung in the air, a silent question that only Savi could answer.

"Savi, it's okay if you're worried about Sai being with Aashika," Rajat said, his voice filled with understanding. "We can go back to our home now." His words were a reassurance, a promise that he was there to support her and their daughter.

As Rajat spoke, Savi's eyes locked onto his, searching for any sign of frustration or annoyance. But all she saw was kindness and understanding, a deep affection that seemed to radiate from within him. She felt a pang of gratitude towards him, for being so supportive and caring.

But amidst the gratitude, Savi couldn't shake off the feeling that Rajat's words had also stirred up – a sense of responsibility, a sense of duty towards their daughter. She knew that she had to put Sai's needs first, but a part of her wanted to stay in this peaceful moment with Rajat, to savor the happiness she was feeling.

"I don't want to be the reason for your anxiety attack, Savi," Rajat said, his voice laced with concern. "Sadly." Savi's eyes locked onto his, and she looked up at him with a mix of emotions. "You are not, Rajat," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rajat's eyes searched hers, trying to understand what she meant. Was she saying that he wasn't the cause of her anxiety, or was she saying that he wasn't the one who triggered her anxiety? The distinction was subtle, but important.

As Savi's words lingered, Rajat felt a sense of curiosity, a desire to understand her better. He wanted to know what was going on in her mind, what was driving her thoughts and emotions.

"I brought you here, separating you from Sai," Rajat said, his words a gentle admission. "That's why you got tensed. I know, Savi, I shouldn't bother and ask you. But my heart was craving for your time."

Savi's gaze softened, her eyes filling with a deep understanding. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine longing that drove him to ask her to spend time with him.

"Rajat, I'm facing anxiety and nightmares from last 7 years, when you weren't in my life," Savi said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are not the reason." Her words were a revelation, a confession that shed light on the depths of her emotional pain.

As Savi spoke, Rajat's expression softened, his eyes filling with compassion and understanding. He saw the pain in her eyes, the weight of her struggles, and his heart went out to her.

Savi's voice trembled as she continued, her words spilling out like a dam breaking. "Just the thought of Aashika could replace me triggered me," she said, her voice laced with a mix of emotions. "But Rajat, I have my demons that I'm fighting."

Her words were a raw admission, a confession that shed light on the depths of her emotional pain. Savi's voice was barely above a whisper, but the impact of her words was immense.

As she spoke, Rajat's expression softened, his eyes filling with compassion and understanding. He saw the vulnerability in her eyes, the fear and uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface.

Then Rajat's voice was filled with regret and apology as he spoke, his words a gentle acknowledgment of the pain he had caused. "Aashika triggered," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry. It's all because of me and my baggage that you're facing this."

Savi's gaze softened, her eyes filling with a mix of emotions. She saw the sincerity in Rajat's eyes, the genuine remorse that drove him to apologize.

"Rajat, it's not your baggage, but it's about my past too, my childhood too," she said, her voice soft and introspective. Rajat's expression softened, his eyes filling with understanding. He nodded slowly, his face a picture of acceptance.

Rajat's voice was filled with empathy and compassion as he spoke, his words a gentle acknowledgment of the pain Savi had endured. "I know, Savi, you faced a lot," he said, his voice soft and understanding. "Losing your husband and child might affect you this much."

Savi's gaze dropped, her eyes welling up with tears. She felt a lump form in her throat, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. Rajat's words had touched a raw nerve, and she felt a wave of pain wash over her.

"Rajat, from my childhood, I'm losing everyone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words were a heart-wrenching admission, a confession that shed light on the depths of her emotional pain.

Rajat's expression softened, his eyes filling with compassion and understanding. He saw the vulnerability in her eyes, the fear and uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface.

"Childhood?" Rajat repeated, his voice gentle and curious. Savi nodded, her eyes still locked onto his. The connection between them was palpable, and Rajat could see the pain and vulnerability in her eyes.

"Tell me more," he said, his words an invitation for Savi to share more about her past, about the childhood that had shaped her into the person she was today. Savi's eyes searched his, and then she began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.

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