Days passed, and as promised, Sameer made every effort to fill Saina's life with happiness and love. He was a man of his word, proving through his actions that he valued her presence in his life.
Sameer started coming home earlier from the office, sacrificing extra hours of work to spend time with her. As soon as he walked in, he would roll up his sleeves and join her in the kitchen, helping her chop vegetables, or even stir the curry. Though he is not that expert, he still tries to help her.
During his work breaks, he made it a habit to call or text her, checking in on how her day was going.
At the end of the day, once dinner was done and the dishes were cleared, Sameer would sit down with Saina in their room He would ask her about her day, showing genuine interest in every detail she shared. Whether she talked about a novel she was reading, a memory from her past, or a dream she had, Sameer listened attentively, his eyes never leaving hers.
Often, he would notice the way her face lit up when she spoke about her favorite things-be it a recipe, a song, or the childhood memories. He would lean closer, nodding at the right moments, or teasing her gently to see her laugh.
Little by little, Saina felt the walls of her heart breaking down. Sameer wasn't just apologizing with words; he was rewriting their story with actions, proving that she was no longer an obligation, but a choice he wholeheartedly embraced.
It was a serene evening, and the aroma of crispy aloo pakoras and fried onions wafted through the kitchen as Saina stood near the stove. Her father-in-law had requested the pakoras with so much affection that she couldn't resist preparing them. Humming her favorite tune, she stirred the golden-brown pieces with utmost care, enjoying this small but fulfilling moment of domestic bliss.
The house was quiet, save for the occasional clatter of utensils and the bubbling of oil in the pan. Sameer had just returned from work a few minutes earlier, his usual vibrant energy still intact despite the long day. He wandered towards the kitchen, his steps light and deliberate, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he saw her engrossed in her task.
With playful stealth, he tiptoed behind her and suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. Startled, Saina let out a small yelp, dropping the spoon into the bowl of batter. Her heart raced for a moment before she realized who it was. Turning her head slightly, she saw Sameer grinning from ear to ear, clearly delighted at her reaction.
"Arey baap re! Tumhe aankhein dikhana bhi aati hain!" he teased, his laughter echoing softly in the cozy kitchen.
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him, cheeks flushed, half from the heat of the stove and half from the unexpected hug. "Aise kaun darata hai? Woh bhi kitchen mein?!" she scolded, her voice a mix of annoyance and amusement.
Instead of replying, Sameer tightened his embrace, pulling her closer. This time, his hug was softer, more intimate. He rested his chin gently on her head, his warmth seeping into her as the tension in her shoulders melted away.
Butterflies crepts all over inside her stomach.
"Acha suno," he began, his voice low and affectionate.
She hummed softly.
"Aaj hum bahar jayenge. I've planned a surprise for you."
Saina's eyes widened as she tilted her head to look at him. "Bahar? Kya surprise?" she asked curiously, her voice tinged with excitement.
Sameer shook his head with a sly smile. "Yeh toh abhi secret hai, biwi. Bas sab kaam khatam karke ready ho jana. We'll leave by 7 pm, okay?"
She nodded her head and continued frying the pakoras with a soft smile, her mind already racing with thoughts about the surprise Sameer had mentioned.
Once everything was done, and she ensured her father-in-law was served, Saina quickly headed to her room to get ready.
However, upon entering, she paused, surprised. Sameer wasn't there, but on the bed lay a stunning maroon net saree, perfectly draped and accompanied by an elegant sleeveless blouse. The intricate embroidery and the delicate shimmer of the fabric instantly caught her eye.
Her fingers hesitated for a moment before gently caressing the soft material. She could already imagine Sameer's thoughtful gesture in picking this out for her. A small smile formed on her lips, but then an unsettling thought crept in.
'Saree toh bahut achi hai ...par kya mere upar bhi achi lagegi?' she asked herself as she remembered how it got difficult to manage the saree on her first night. She doesn't want to experienced it again.
Itni gorgeous saree mere upar abhi lagegi? This sentence came into her mind.
'Kya soch rahi ho itna? Pasand nahi aayi ?' Sameer who then came inside the room asked her.
Saina shook her head, 'Nahi the saree is too beautiful..par..' but she couldn't complete the sentence.
He cups her cheeks, ' Don't overthink Saina ..trust me you will look gorgeous in it..and moreover this a ready to wear saree.. tumhe utna pehanne mein taklif bhi nahi hoga' he confessed.
Sameer's POV
Today, I've planned something special-a small date, just her and me. It's been a while since we spent some quality time together, away from the everyday chaos. I wanted this evening to be perfect, a moment where she could feel loved, cherished, and appreciated.
The saree I chose wasn't random. I spent hours deciding what would suit her, and the maroon netted saree stood out. The color is vibrant yet elegant, just like her. I know it'll look stunning on her, but more than that, I wanted her to feel confident and beautiful wearing it.
Saina carries so many insecurities in her heart, things that shouldn't bother her but do. I know these insecurities didn't appear out of nowhere-they have roots, and unfortunately, some of them trace back to me and my mistakes. My thoughtless words and actions in the past left scars that I wish I could erase. Her self-doubt, her hesitation to embrace her own beauty, is a reminder of how I failed to shield her from those feelings.
But tonight, I want to fix that, even if it's just a small step. I want her to see herself the way I see her-breathtakingly beautiful, both inside and out. I want her to feel the love and admiration I have for her in every moment of this evening.
When I saw her in the room, standing by the saree with that hesitant look in her eyes, I knew she was overthinking again. She was doubting whether she could carry something so beautiful, doubting herself when she shouldn't. That's why I had to remind her, gently, that she's perfect the way she is.
Tonight isn't just about a date. It's about showing her how much she means to me, how deeply I care for her, and how much I regret every moment that made her feel less than she is. It's about making her feel special, as she always deserves to feel.
I'll make sure she smiles, not just with her lips but with her heart. Tonight, I'll remind her that she's the most beautiful woman in my world, insecurities and all.
The soft click of the bathroom door opening drew my attention, and as I turned, the sight before me stole my breath. There she stood, wrapped in that maroon net saree I had chosen, looking nothing short of breathtaking. For a moment, it felt like time itself had paused.
The saree hugged her frame perfectly, accentuating her elegance in a way I had imagined but never expected to witness so vividly. The delicate shimmer of the fabric danced under the soft light, complementing her natural beauty.
But what truly captured my heart wasn't just how beautiful she looked-it was the way she carried herself. Her hands nervously adjusted the pleats of her pallu, her fingers fidgeting as though trying to perfect something that was already flawless. She refused to meet my gaze, her eyes fixed on the floor, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and uncertainty.
I stood there, frozen, unable to find the right words to describe how stunning she looked. My heart swelled with pride, admiration, and a tinge of guilt. How could she not see what I was seeing? How could she doubt even for a second how incredible she looked?
"Saina..." I whispered, stepping closer.
She looked up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You're looking beautiful, trust me," I confessed. A soft red blush appeared on her cheeks as she bit her lip shyly.
I sat down, watching as she applied light makeup just some kajal and nude lipstick ,added a delicate bracelet, and wore a pendant that matched her saree perfectly. Finally, she applied sindoor and let her hair fall open, reaching her mid-waist.
After she was all done, I slipped my palm between her leaving the house.
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