Book III - Baby, I Love You (Part Two - Ongoing)

Part 1

Author's note - New readers, please read "Part One - Darling, I Love You" before starting this book, otherwise you won't get the continuity.

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Part - 1

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"When you hold your marriage as your sacred property you will do everything to protect it"

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Yash walked into his room and sighed,  taking in the sight. His room was appreciably decorated with flowers and scented candles were lit everywhere setting a pleasant mood but he couldn't care much about them now. He had other priorities.

He locked the door behind him and leaned his back on it as he gazed at his sinfully beautiful wife sitting on the middle of the bed and crying uncontrollably.

He walked closer to her and sat next to her before taking her hand in his. She lifted her head up from her propped up knees and looked into his eyes before lauching herself at him.

He held her gently in his arms and patted her head. He didn't know how to console her. He had tried every trick but still couldn't put a smile on her face. Even when they had to play some fun games as a part of their wedding ritual, she wasn't happy. She just couldn't wait to be taken to her room so that she could melt down.

"Naira, baby... Hush now." He pressed his lips on her temple. "Enough with the crying. I can't bear seeing you like this. Please."

"I want to go home." She cried against his chest.

"Alright. I will take you home." If that was going to stop her cry then he would willingly do that. "You go change into something comfortable and come. I will take you to your daddy." He knew she was missing him terribly.

She was impressively strong while leaving her home but broke down when she saw her father cry. Even he was stunned when Rishab took his hand and literally begged him not to hurt his baby girl.

Yash couldn't forget her father's look of gratitude when he promised him "Naira is a like child to me. I will take good care of her, dad."

"Really? You will take me to my home?" Naira asked. He nodded his head and pecked on her cheek.

"Thank you, Yash" she hugged him once more before jumping out of the bed and grabbing her things from her suitcase, she headed to the bathroom.

Yash walked to the balcony and leaning on the railing, he waited for Naira to change.

Twenty minutes later, Naira emerged out of the bathroom freshly showered. She was wearing palazzo pants and T shirt. Her hair was dripping wet.

"You are going to come in that?" He asked as he didn't find her dressing appropriate.

She shook her head and went and sat in front of the dressing table.

"Give it to me." He said as he took the towel from her hand and started drying her hair.

"I am sorry" Naira whispered.

"Why, baby?" He asked looking at her in the mirror.

"For crying... For being tough to console."

"I understand you. I understand what you're going through now." he lifted her chin up and bending down, he planted a kiss on her forehead.

"While I was showering, I got some time to relax and think..."

"Okay?"

"It wouldn't be nice to go home now. Your mom will feel bad..."

"You don't have to worry about her. I will explain to her. She will understand."