"Jiya was right-I am a jerk, an asshole who has done nothing but hurt his wife till now. But now, I will make everything right".
I get up slowly from the bed. My eyes then fall on the table having painkillers and glass of warm water.
After everything I have done till now ,she is still caring about me ..about my health. I have to apologize to her.
I freshened up quickly. All this time Saina didn't even once come into our room.
Har samay to aati h breakfast pe bulane k liye. I glanced at the door.
After a few minutes I heard the sound of chodas.
She is here.
'Aapko khane pe bula rahe hain maa..niche aa jaiye' she whispers softly looking down.
But today something in her is off. I did not see the usual excitement in her voice every time she calls me for breakfast.
She turns around to leave but I call her from behind.
'Saina'
She immediately stopped as her back is facing me.
I want to ask her what happened but my tongue betrayed me, 'Woh kya tum mere woh red file nikal sakte ho wardrobe se?'
She hummed before moving towards the wardrobe.
I know something is wrong. She is behaving differently.
Did I do something last night?? but what I have done? I am not able to remember anything.
I came behind her. Sensing my presence her body immediately stiffened.
'Saina? Kal raat kuch hua tha kya?'
She takes a step further by keeping the file on the table.
'Kuch nahi hua Sameer. Yeh rahe aapke red file,aap niche aa jaiye'
Her voice is failing badly. She tries to avoid me.
Before she could run away from this room,I held her wrist.
'Kuch kiya h na meine kal raat?' I asked as she tries take my hand from my clutch.
A sob escaped from her lips,she desperately wanted to hide as she rubbed her eyes.
'Tum aise baat kyu kar rahi ho? Batao na please' I asked her.
She then looked at me. Her eyes swollen and red filled with tears.
I took a step back seeing her pale face.
'Phir Kaise baat karu Sameer?? Tum hi bata do fir' she asked in broken voice.
'Ache se hi toh baat karti thi jab se iss ghar mein ayi thi. Sab kuch karti thi taaki aap thoda has le. Aapk favorite khana banati thi taki apka din ban jaay. Der raat tak baethi rahti thi taki eksath dinner enjoy kar sake...special jo khana banay thein apke liye' she says in her broken voice.
'Har samay kuch na kuch karti rahti hu iss ummed mein ki kya pata Aaj thoda baat karle humse. Par aapko meri efforts kaha dikhta hai..' she chuckles sadly as she is continuously wiping her eyes.
'Mujhe laga shayad aap thoda introvert hain ..aap ko thoda time aur chahiye. Arrange marriage h na time lagti h ..its normal'
'But mujhe kya pata tha ki aap kisi aur ladki se pyaar karte hain' she says looking directly into my eyes.
My eyes widened hearing her.
She pauses, her voice breaking further.
Her words hit me like a thunderbolt. My eyes widened in shock. I can't breathe. I can't speak. She knows.
I shook my head.
'Kal raat ko toh apne yahi kaha tha..Jiya ...apke jiya ...jisko aap bohut pyaar karte hain..she is nothing like me..' she says painfully.
I tried to hold her but instead she turned her face opposite side.
Author's POV:-
"I admit it... I'm not as beautiful as your Jiya. Bohut kami hain mujhme," she said in a voice filled with pain.
"I'm short-too short. So short that ki ek saree bhi dhang se sambhal nahi pati. I'm not even slim, not fair like your girlfriend..
If we were to go out together... no one would ever look at us and think we're a married couple," she added, her voice trembling with the weight of her insecurities.
"But what can I do if God made me this way? Is it my fault?" she asked, looking directly into my eyes, her voice filled with desperation.
Hearing her confession, my own eyes filled with tears. Slowly, memories of my words from the previous night began to surface, and I realized the depth of the hurt I had caused her while intoxicated. I couldn't believe what I had said to her.
"I didn't mean any of those things. Trust me, I didn't say any of that on purpose... Yes, it's true that Jiya was my girlfriend, but I don't love her anymore.She was my past .Please believe me," he cried, reaching for her hand, wanting to comfort her, to make her understand.
But she continued, her voice barely audible through her sobs. "You know, since childhood, people have always mocked me... because of my height. Because of my... scars..." She paused, unable to finish the sentence, the pain too much to bear.
"No one would sit with me... everyone would keep their distance. Making friends? That was something far out of my reach," she smiled bitterly, her pain so raw it was almost tangible.
"Aapke aage bhi paanch logon ki families mujhe reject kar chuki thi... aate thein aur mazak bana kar chale jaate the. Isliye jab bhi koi dekhne aate thein mujhe, main heels pehanti thi... taki thodi si bhi height badh jaye," she sobbed, her voice breaking under the weight of her pain.
"When you said yes to this marriage... I was surprised. I was beyond happy. Finally, someone had said yes to me. But..." Her voice faltered, unable to complete the sentence.
Her sobs grew heavier, each one piercing my heart. The room felt suffocating, the weight of her unspoken pain hanging between the. He stood there, paralyzed by guilt, crushed by the realization of how deeply he had hurt her.
Her tears wouldn't stop. She cried painfully, her body trembling as years of suppressed emotions poured out. I stood there, frozen, crushed by the truth of her pain and the realization of the damage I had caused.
She started crying painfully. Her tears is not stopping anymore.
Sameer's POV:
Unable to bear it any longer, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly as if my embrace could shield her from all the pain I had caused. Her body shook against mine with every sob, and I felt a lump in my throat, tears streaming down my own face.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking.
"I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I know I've behaved like a jerk, like a monster. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Saina. But trust me... what I said last night-it wasn't true. None of it. Jiya was my girlfriend once, yes, but she's not anymore. I don't love her. I swear, I don't."
She continued sobbing, but I tightened my hold, stroking her back gently as I tried to comfort her.
"I was lost in my own grief... so consumed by my own pain that I didn't even realize I was hurting my own wife," I confessed, my voice trembling with regret.
"I ignored you, gave you the cold shoulder, and overlooked all your efforts-not because you're not perfect for me, but because of my own faults, my own problems.Saina, you are beautiful... in your own way. You always have been when I saw you for the first time. But I was too blind to see it."
We cried together, her pain echoing my regret, as I held her close, silently vowing to never let her feel unloved again.
She continued to cry her heart out, her sobs shaking her entire body as her tears soaked into my chest. Each tear felt like a silent accusation, a reminder of the pain I had caused her.
"I know," I whispered, my voice heavy with guilt,
"I know you won't believe anything I say right now. I've broken your trust, and I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I promise you, from this moment onwards, I will never ignore you again. I will never hurt you with my words or actions."
I gently broke the hug, though it pained me to let go. Her face was red, her eyes swollen and glistening with fresh tears. Carefully, I cupped her small, tear-streaked cheek in my palm, but she flinched slightly at my touch, her hesitation cutting through me like a knife. She looked at me, her eyes searching mine, filled with sadness and disbelief.
"I want to give our marriage a real chance," I said softly, my voice laced with sincerity.
"A fresh start. But this time, you don't have to do anything. You've already done enough... more than enough. This time, I will put in the effort. I will give my 100%-my everything-to earn your forgiveness, to prove to you that you mean the world to me."
I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my thumb, wishing I could erase her pain just as easily. Her silence spoke volumes, a mix of doubt and longing. I knew words weren't enough to heal what I had broken. I will show her, every single day, that she is cherished, valued, and loved.
"I will fix this, Saina," I whispered. "I promise you... I will fix us."
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