I got up and took my saree from wardrobe. For some days I have wear it without any choice.
He was still asleep, his mouth slightly open, his hair messily sprawled across his forehead.
He looked so... innocent, almost childlike, as he lay there in his own world. A soft smile crept onto my face without me realizing it. Unable to resist, I bent down to his level, my gaze fixed on his serene face.
I noticed how his lips began to curl into a faint smile, as though he were watching something beautiful in his dreams. I lingered there, captivated by the gentle, unguarded version of him that only appeared in moments like these.
In that fleeting silence, I felt my heart stir-a strange mix of warmth and longing. I let myself imagine that the smile on his lips was for me.
"Haan, teri aur teri stupid thoughts," my mind remarked sarcastically, snapping me out of my trance.
I hurriedly get inside the washroom.I glanced around the room and noticed Sameer ji was nowhere to be seen.
The saree I was wearing was far too heavy to manage all day, so I decided to change into something lighter.
Stepping out of the washroom in just my blouse and petticoat, I carefully opened the wardrobe. One side held my belongings, the other was his.
I reached for a lighter saree, but in the process, a red box tumbled from his side of the wardrobe and hit the floor with a soft thud.
"Ohho!" I bit my tongue, quickly picking it up. My brows furrowed in curiosity as I turned it over in my hands.
"Khol ke dekhu kya?" I murmured to myself, my heart racing slightly.
Unable to resist, I opened the box. Inside was a stunning silver ring, beautifully engraved with an infinity sign.
My fingers traced the intricate design as I stared at it in awe. A million thoughts swirled in my head, but one question lingered above all-was this for me?
"Ho bhi toh sakti hai na? Maine suna hai ki husband apni wife ko marriage gift dete hain... shayad yeh wahi gift hai," I thought, a small flicker of hope lighting up my heart.
Carefully, I placed the box back where it belonged, ensuring it looked untouched.
"Jab dena hoga, woh de denge... sahi time pe," I whispered to myself, my gaze falling to my empty ring finger.
We never had an engagement function-our marriage went straight to the wedding rituals.
I blushed inwardly at the thought of him gently sliding the ring onto my finger. The image of his warm touch ,his attractive smile and the way his eyes might hold mine in that moment made my heart flutter.
Sameer POV:-
I came inside the room to see her immediately get up from the bed. But soon she clutched her saree as one pleat came out from her waist.
' Hey bhagwan!!' she gasped in shock as I looked away.
'Jao jake washroom mein change kar lo'.
She nodded her head silently.
I could clearly hear her murmurings, 'Kitni baar boli maa ko ki mujhe lehenga pehenne do shaadi mein ..but nahi ..nahi hoti saree handle mujhse'..
But after a few seconds she tripped on her saree and bumped hard on my chest.
I couldn't control my irritation, 'Agar saree handle nahi kar pati ..toh pehanti kyu ho'
She immediately flinches as she moves away from my clutch...clutching the saree tightly,
'Sorry woh adat nahi hain na itni heavy saree pehnane ki isliye ...sorry' she whispers in a light voice.
Without waiting for a response, she turned and left the room, her footsteps retreating like the echo of my own guilt. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Maybe I overreacted.
I decided to sleep on the sofa for a few days. I am still not ready to share the bed with her. It's better she sleeps there alone.
I could feel her eyes when I took the pillows from the bed.She was silently watching me.
But her voice got me, 'Aap sofe pe kyun soh rahe hain?'
I don't know what reason I should give, 'Bas aise hi'
She again asked me, 'Bed toh doh Jan k liye kafi hai..aap yaha ache se soh sakte hain' her voice wavered slightly.
'Its ok tum soh jao..I'm fine here' I know I'm hurting her with my words but nothing I could do right now.
My mind and heart are not in the right place.
She didn't say anything further.
I peeked at her slightly as she looked down playing with her bangles and wiped the tears that escaped from her eyes and she again looked at my sleeping figure.She then too lies down as she pulls the comforter to her head.
I stretched out on the sofa, my eyes lingering on the ceiling. My heart weighed heavily with regret. I was hurting her, and I knew it. But how could I comfort her when I wasn't even sure of my own emotions?
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