Rekindling Love

Chapter 4

Naira’s POV

We decided to get back to India. I was scared. They told me about the incidence, and I couldn’t get on the aircraft. More than me, he was scared. I had forgotten the incidence. But he could remember, he caught hold of my hand, so tightly that I would just fade away, if he left.

Until the time we got down, safe in Delhi, he had me in a death grip. Since the time I woke up in the hospital, he didn’t touch me. Not even a casual tap, he always maintained his distance. I couldn’t explain why, but I missed holding his hand. Back when I was unconscious only thing of that I could remember was his hand. How he held me each moment? How he always kept his grip strong on me.

The only part of my memory those, familiar safe hands, he didn’t hold me again. I don’t think it was because he didn’t want to, I think he was being careful. He literally had shoved his hands inside his pockets to keep them from coming near me. I think he was trying to assure me that he would be mindful of the fact that I wasn’t his.

But the from the moment we were boarding to the moment we landed safely in Delhi, he had me in death grip. His knuckles white, from the strength of his hold.

I squeezed it time and again, to assure him. I was there. I was with him. That I wouldn’t go away. But his small, twisted smile, was the only response I could get that he actually understood.

I wondered how? How was I so lucky that this man, his family, everyone. Loved me? Tina? So much. What had happened that this beautiful guy, who could have had any girl he wanted, loved me as much?

When I asked him.. he said, “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Don’t undermine yourself. More than that don’t insult my wife.” His tone playful, but I couldn’t help but think about underlying pride in his voice, just to think about his wife.

I wanted to know her. I wanted to know, what kind of woman was his wife, so that I could understand the depth of his love for her. But he wouldn’t tell me. The doctors had said, “Don’t try to make her recall. She will remember everything in good time. But don’t force her.” And that’s what he always gave back to me.

“See the doctors said you’ll remember everything. They said, it will take time. So let’s just forget about it tell then.” He told her.

“So where does that bring us to? What do we do?” I asked.

“Friends?” he extended his hand towards me.

“Huh?” I asked.

“We can be friends. You don’t have to worry about anything till the day you recall everything. You don’t even have to pressurise yourself to.” He answered.

“I’d like that.” I replied. And I really did. I liked the fact that everything was in my hands. That nothing was snatched away from me because I had an amnesia. He didn’t treat me as a baby doll who needed everything. I was given my independence.

Kartik’s POV

She was safe. That was all that mattered. When I went to the hotel, leaving her with my family. I had to think about what to do.

I always had the best consult in her, in my wife. Now that I had no one to talk to, what do I do? I cannot just expect her to be what she was. I cannot take anything less than what she was. But she was still my wife. Seeing her, in that bed, undernourished, with marks and bruises, dark circles under her eyes.

I wanted nothing more to bundle her up and keep safe. I wanted nothing more than to cuddle with her and assure her it was going to be okay. I wanted nothing more that to feed her with my hands till the last morsel she could take. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her and take her pain away.

But I couldn’t.  I couldn’t do all that. I couldn’t even touch her. I had to bury everything deep within me so that she wouldn’t be suffocated.


Father had explained this to me, “Kartik you have to be very careful. She is Tina. Not Naira. There is only one thing she knows, that she is your wife. We don’t even call her Naira. If she realises that, she may not react well. She still thinks her family, her mother was wrong. One wrong step, and she will be far away from you.”

That was true. So I kept my love, and myself under control. I let her do just about everything that she wanted. I grudgingly left her room for more time that I would care to. I didn’t go away, as I couldn’t. But I didn’t sit with her whole day either.

In the flight, I just lost it. It all came back crashing upon me. My dam broke. I just gathered her in my arms, thinking plan A of having her secure in a cotton roll with me was best.

When we landed back to Delhi, I asked her what she wanted to do? I would accompany to wherever she wanted to go. “Rishikesh.” She said. Well one thing I guessed right. That was the place she would want to go. And I had to remind myself, it would be a long time to go back to Udaipur.

"Hrishikesh it is" I said. Her wish has always been my command. I just needed to make a few phonecalls and ensure they knew everything.

Authors notes-

Feedbacks needed. I don’t know if this is right way. Tell me if you thought that letting them to Hrishikesh was sensible. And mostly I’ll end up doing both their POVs in every chapter. It should be okay right?

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