Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

61. The One Where I Have a Family

[ K A B I R ' S P O V ]

The car stopped at the driveway. Peering at my watch, I sighed at the time. I was late, too late. She must have slept by now, waiting for me. I had attended her calls in the office, conveyed I would be held back in the office and carry on with her dinner.

Opening the back door, I mounted off the car, trudged inside the house to find the lights shut off, the room doors closed of both Nisha and Rahul.

At least, they were using different rooms.

Twisting my lips in a smile at Alina's teasing from the morning, I opened the door of my room and entered.

We both lived together for three years. Why they trouble you?

Over-protective brother, one day she will marry him and leave.

And that's the reason I was going to ask Rahul to stay with us. I couldn't bear Nisha out of the house, to be alone with Alina who too had suggested that Nisha and Rahul should stay with us.

I hoped he agreed to it.

Her sleeping figure altered my mind, curled on her side of the bed, her book laid in the middle of the bed, opened with pages taking turns of their own.

Dinner.

Let's not disturb her. I would look at it myself.

Removing my watch, I advanced to the closet, closed the door and removed the rest of the clothes, donning a nightwear and paddled to our bathroom and sighed at how many changes I had made. Especially the twin sinks.

Stay on your side.

Her giggling from the early morning still echoed in my ear. If only she knew how hard it was to stay at my side with her getting ready in front of me.

Shaking my head with a grin, I washed my face, dried it down and padded out of the room to find the bed empty.

Where was she?

Before I could gather or call for her, the room door opened and she barged in with a tray in her hand.

"You didn't," I exasperated, took the tray from her hands. "You were sleeping."

"Ah," She waved her hand in the air, dodging my worries. "I am fine. Give me the tray." She snatched it from my hand, placed it on the seat table and nodded her head to join her.

"Sleep. I will eat myself." I placed my hand on her shoulders, endeavoring to detach her body from the seat but she shrugged them off. "Alina."

"Sit. I was waiting for you. I had no idea when I fall asleep."

Sighing, I settled opposite to her, stared at the plate in front of me and her hands moving on the plate. "I can eat myself."

"But you must be tired," She stated as she advanced the spoon to my mouth. "I cooked the rice."

"Is it?" I took the bite of the spoon, chewed and swallowed. "Sorry for being late."

"It's okay. You were working."

My eyes widened, remembering the amount of fight we both had put two weeks ago in Italy, and here she was, saying she didn't mind. Weird. Way too weird.

"You sure?"

She nodded, her hands juggling to feed me and like a jerk I didn't stop her. There was a fun in being fed by your wife after a hectic day.