It was late at night as Saina meticulously set up the bed, her hands trembling with the weight of her emotions. The events of the previous night had shattered her hope and stolen her happiness-after all, he was in love with someone else.
Even though he had assured her it was all in the past and that he no longer loved Jiya, her heart refused to trust his words. The memory of him praising Jiya last night echoed in her mind, feeding her insecurities and deepening her doubts.
But today she was surprised when, for the first time, he had dinner with her, genuinely praising her cooking. Though she responded with only single words, masking her emotions, inside, her heart brimmed with quiet joy at his unexpected gesture.
Saina's POV:-
I look through the corner of my eyes. He is doing something on his laptop.
Probably doing his office work.
'I don't want to disturb him..kya pata phir se bharak jaay..' I chuckled to myself as I scrolled my instagram account going through Garima's profile.
She and her husband have gone on a mini vacation in Goa and posted some romantic poses with him.Both are looking so cute together.
I got startled when Sameer put his pillows on the bed on his side.
He looks at me asking, 'Saina mujhe tumhe kuch batana hai'
I nodded my head keeping my phone beside.
"Can I lie here?" his question confused me.
But before I could understand his question, my breath hitched as he gently rested his head on my lap.
I instinctively tried to shift, but he held my hand firmly. "Please," he murmured softly.
I froze in place, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment as I realized how close my breast was to his head. My short height made it more noticeable, but it didn't seem to bother him at all.
After a moment of silence, he began speaking. "Jiya and I were together for seven years." His voice was calm, but there was a heaviness to his words.
I looked at him, watching him as he stared blankly at the wall.I could understand he was speaking about his past.
"My family belongs to a strict, orthodox background. They only believe in arranged marriages. The only person in my family who knew about Jiya was my mom. But even she kept telling me that this relationship was unacceptable in our family. I didn't listen. I thought that, eventually, they would accept Jiya. But they never did." He paused, taking a deep breath. "When Jiya found out that my family was searching for a bride for me, she was devastated. She was hurt because I hadn't stood up to them."
"The night before I and my family came to meet you, Jiya broke up with me." His voice cracked slightly, but he continued.
"I couldn't accept it. I couldn't accept the reality that Jiya had left me forever. And because of that, I started hurting you-with my words, with my actions, with everything. You've been doing everything to make me happy, but I couldn't see it. I was too busy clinging to what was already gone, to something that was no longer in my hands."
He glanced up at me, his gaze filled with remorse. Then, slowly, he took my hand-still adorned with my bridal bangles-and placed it on his chest, over his wildly beating heart.
"Yesterday, I went to Jiya's flat," he admitted, as I stared at him in confusion. "That day, I saw her at a café with another guy.I thought she was cheating me and that's why she broke up'
Sameer's POV:
I confessed everything to her, every detail about my past with Jiya. Saina listened intently, her eyes fixed on me as I spoke.
"If it weren't for her scolding me yesterday, I might have continued down this path of self-destruction, ruining both myself and our future together."
I sighed.
"She even slapped me-hard." I smiled weakly at the memory. "And gave me an earful too."
I looked at Saina, noticing her eyes glistening with unshed tears. When a single tear rolled down her cheek and landed on me, I gently wiped it away with my hand.
"I'm sorry, Saina. Please don't cry like this.I can't see this tears in your eyes." My voice softened as I pulled her face closer, cupping her cheeks.
She shook her head, a sob escaping her lips.
Her eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in, my nose gently brushing against hers, silently pleading for forgiveness.
"If you're angry, go ahead-yell at me, hit me, do whatever you want... but please, don't be like this," I whispered softly, pulling her neck over my face placing a gentle kiss on her nose.
Her grip on my shirt tightened, and after a moment, she slowly opened her tear-filled eyes, searching mine for reassurance.
"You won't ever do this again, will you?" she asked, her voice trembling with vulnerability.
I smiled warmly, shaking my head. "Never again," I promised, my voice firm yet tender, silently vowing to never hurt her again.
Saina POV:-
He told me everything-about his past, about Jiya, and every detail of their conversation last night. As I listened, a storm of emotions swirled inside me. I was hurt, yes, and undeniably sad. His words and behavior had cut deep, and I couldn't deny that. But as much as I wanted to blame him entirely, I couldn't.
He was at fault, no doubt. He had hurt me-through his actions, his indifference, and his inability to move on from a past that no longer existed. Yet, as I thought about it, I realized it wasn't entirely his fault. To love someone so deeply for years, only to have it all fall apart, and then be thrust into a marriage with another girl in a matter of months-it wasn't easy.
As I reflected on his words, I found myself focusing on the sincerity etched into his face, the raw guilt that laced every apology he offered. It wasn't just in his words; I could feel it in his voice, see it in his eyes. Sameer was genuinely remorseful, and that sincerity made it harder for me to hold on to my anger.
Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt soft fingers gently wrapping around my waist, startling me. My breath hitched as I turned my head slightly, only to find Sameer's face inches from mine. He had leaned closer, his lips near my ear, his touch light yet electrifying.
My heart began to race, the steady rhythm now erratic as I realized his hand was resting on my belly-half of it on my saree and the other half directly on my skin, his fingers brushing against my navel. The warmth of his touch sent shivers through me, and a wave of goosebumps erupted across my body as his thumb began to softly caress the bare skin of my waist.
"S-Sameer?" I stammered, barely able to find my voice, my pulse quickening with every passing second.
He didn't reply with words. Instead, he let out a soft hum, the sound vibrating faintly near my ear as he gently pulled me closer. My back met the firm, steady warmth of his chest, and I froze, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment.
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