Kartik’s POV
It had been a week since we had a talk. I missed her very much. It broke my heart to see her alone and crying herself to sleep every night. She never said anything, but I could see it. I could see the streaks of tear that had been running down her face. I could see that she didn’t even bother to cook anything to eat. I could guess by the speed at which coffee was getting over, that caffeine was the only thing that had kept her going. I could she had lost a lot of weight, her clothes hung around her. Didn’t fit her.
I knew she wasn’t happy because the kids weren’t. I knew papa knew about us fighting, I had seen him giving me a sympathising look. I knew that, I was the sole reason of everything that was going wrong with her, it stabbed a thousand knives in my heart to see her so. It was enough to send my soul away. But it hadn’t pushed my anger away, I loved her every second I accept. But in that love, there was a feeling of betrayal. A feeling that she didn’t trust me enough, a feeling that I wasn’t as important to her as she was to me.
It took me a while to realise her perspective. It took me a while to understand that whatever she did was only for me. That she was her own person, I could tell her a hundred times that the person is no good, but she has to see that for herself. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t trust me, it just means that she would rather see everything for herself rather than just believing what some one said.
And it also took me a while to realise that even though married and madly in love, it doesn’t mean that we will always have the same view on everything. That differences would exist, after all we were two people, two brains, even if there was one heart. Now was the time when I understood that love is not all pink. It has all the shades, and requires us to make efforts. That a relationship cannot be spoilt on a difference in opinion. She only wanted good for both of us, and I knew that it would happen.
For what felt in forever, I felt like a big weight has been lifted off my shoulders. That I was finally ready to let go off my anger and go back home to my queen. And love her again, assure her that I would never be such a dunderhead again.
I had picked up a bouquet of flowers, some chocolates for her while going home. I wanted to apologise to her for being so rude, in our small family of 2 I got angry with her. I really would deserve it if she got angry and didn’t talk for another week.
I had reached home early, and was preparing some food, I really wanted her to eat. Whatever happened between us shouldn’t be the reason for avoiding food. I made some khichri, because that’s all she probably would be able to keep down. Also prepared for some tomato soup, hot soup would help her.
I was doing this when Keerti called me, she had been doing lot of it lately, trying to convince me to talk to Naira. She didn’t have to anymore, “Yes Keerti, I know what you are going to say. I’m not angry with her anymore, no more convincing is required, I’m all ready to patch up. I’m even making dinner tonight.”
“Kartik no, you don’t understand. Naira had come here at GV and she almost had an accident. We have called a doctor here, you should be here right now. She almost fainted, come here, NOW.” She said. Almost shouted. I could feel the urgency in her tone.
Oh my God. Please Krishnaji keep her well. I was the one at fault, don’t do anything to her. Almost chanting this I rushed to GV on my bike. Luv Kush saw me first, and they pointed to my room. I sprinted. There she was, barely awake, looking pale, her cheekbones were even more prominent, her eyes sunken, lacking their twinkle, her cheeks hollow. The sight was enough to haunt me for rest of my life.
I ran to her, sat besides her, holding onto her hand, she saw me, smiled and closed her eyes. Panic started rising in me, why did she close her eyes, did she lose consciousness, and where the hell was that doctor. Before I said something, MG said, “The doctor gave her an injection to put her to sleep, she said she needed rest. We even have set up an iv line to give her some energy.”
I was relieved, but then he added, “ I thought you loved her, If this is how you take care of her, then I did a big mistake allowing you to marry.” Saying that he left. I was ready to get angry, but for once his words made sense. I had let them down big time, not only them Singhania family too. In a month of our marriage I had proved I wasn’t worthy of her. I left her all alone, didn’t even care when she withered. And I claim I love her. I was ashamed of myself, but I’ll take care of her now. Never repeat this mistake, ever.
Naira’s POV
I could sleep peacefully when a familiar hand grasped mine. A sleep much more better than so many more I had in this week. The security of hand much more assuring than those medicines that doctor just prescribed.
He was there when I opened my eyes. Holding my hand in the same firm grip which drifted me to sleep in the first place. Concern, love and care so clearly visible in his eyes. I wanted to tell him many things, so did he I was sure. But in that moment I just wanted this silence.
The tender care and affection which I could see in his eyes. Guilt of hurting one another strong in both of us, but our love for each other, which grew much more stronger. Every misunderstanding which we went through made us better. Both of us lost in our world, where only love is what existed. We weren’t seeing each others eyes, no we were gazing in others soul, deep down where love was the only thing that existed.
He very gently touched my forehead, my cheeks, my eyes. I knew I looked like crap. And he was judging everything that went wrong. I could see those tears just brimming over his lids, I didn’t want them now. I wiped his eyes off, shaking my head. He took hold of my hands again, and shook his head. Signifying he knew tears wouldn’t come out.
I scooted over in my bed, I wanted him to join me. To get into his warm embrace, which I so badly missed. In that protective circle of his arms, which was my home. I wanted to go home, in his arms, and put this behind us. Forgetting that it ever happened.
He didn’t question me for a minute, just joined me. Putting his arms around me. I had reached my happy place. I was finally home.
Authors notes-
I’m so sorry guys, I knew you were waiting for so long for this update, but I really had a busy day today. And I really really hate to inform you about this, but this phase is here to last. The khushi you knew who updated ASAP, is hit with life. And well it has responsibility as a part of it too. I hope you understand. I’ll still update this very regularly, as regularly as I possibly can. And a big thank you and sorry to everyone of you who cared enough to ask me when am I giving you the chapter. It felt good. Pamper me more, I’m only a girl, I love it as much as anyone else.
And there is your KAIRA MILAN. I know it is no where near your expectations, but in last kaira Milan, kaira had so many dialogues which I’m sure you all remember vividly. This time I didn’t want dialogues to spoil it. And neither am I sure if I could give you anything up to that level.
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