His second wife (#SaRaj)

91) In the light of One Candle

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The mirror reflected her — hair loose, eyes empty but not dull. Savi stood still, fingers barely brushing through the waves that framed her face. Her braid had come undone, but her grief hadn’t.

The house had laughed too much tonight.

And something about that joy — about being asked when she’d give them good news — had cracked open a scar she had stitched shut long ago.

She had everything — Sai’s giggles, Rajat’s quiet warmth, Bhagyashree’s soft scoldings, Kiaan’s hesitant steps toward her. She had love.

But the ache…

The ache of a child who never cried.
Who never opened eyes.
Who lived only in her heart.

That ache reminded her tonight that she was still not whole.

She stared at herself. A wife. A mother. A woman who gave everything.

But the baby she’d once carried?
Still there. In her heart.
Never growing. Never fading.

A whisper of memory.

A wound in bloom.

The door opened behind her, quietly.

She didn’t move.

But she knew who it was by the way the air shifted.

Rajat.

He walked in slowly, watching her reflection before speaking. His heart heavy with what he had seen at dinner — the way her eyes smiled, but her hands clenched under the tablecloth.

He couldn’t understand her ache fully.

Because he never lost a child.

But she had.

And tonight, that invisible grief had floated back into the room like dust in candlelight.

He came closer. Gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin near her temple.

Rajat (soft, careful):
“I’m sorry for what my family said tonight.
Please don’t… don’t hate them.
They really do love you.”

She froze.

That word.

My family.

Her breath hitched — a quiet flinch.

And then she stepped away from his hold.

Turned slowly to face him.

Her voice low. Steady. But edged with a sting he hadn’t expected.

Savi (quietly):
“Is that what you really think of me, Rajat?”

He blinked.

Savi:
“That I’d hate them?
That they’re your family, and I’m just what… an outsider being kind?”

Her eyes welled — but she didn’t break.

She stepped closer, eyes boring into his.

Savi (voice sharper now):
“Look into my eyes, Rajat.”

He did.

And it broke something in him.

Savi:
“Sai is my daughter.
I love Kiaan — even when he still doesn't call me Mumma.
Mummy ji isn’t your mother to me. She’s mine.
So don’t you ever make me feel like I’m someone doing charity here.”