After a month of their marriage, nothing had changed.
She still didn't like him-never had. She would constantly tell him to stay away from her.
Deep down, guilt gnawed at her, but she never showed it.
Aakash's POV
I was lost in a peaceful slumber, smiling in my dreams as I held my wife's hand.
I brushed my thumb across the back of her palm, only to realize-I couldn't feel her hand.
Where is she? That was the first thought that crossed my mind.
I slowly fluttered my eyes open.
"Biwi?" I called out softly. No response.
I got out of bed and checked the bathroom. She wasn't there.
My feet hurried toward the balcony, but emptiness welcomed me. No sign of her.
Panic rising, I grabbed my phone and stepped out of the room, walking fast through the corridor, my eyes scanning every corner.
I rushed downstairs-checked the kitchen, then the living room.
"Biwi?" I called louder this time. Still no answer.
I dialed her number again and again. She didn't pick up.
With growing desperation, I headed toward the lawn outside, the night cloaked in darkness.
I turned on the flashlight on my phone, my fingers trembling slightly.
And then-
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
I flinched, blinking several times to confirm what I was seeing.
There they were-my family.
A table was set up, decorated beautifully.
My mother, wearing a warm smile, walked toward me and hugged me tightly.
"Happy birthday, my son," she whispered. I hugged her back with all my heart, softly murmuring a thank you.
My brother came next, wrapping me in a bone-crushing hug.
"Happy birthday, Betu," he said, placing a kiss on my head. That embrace-it felt like a father's warmth.
My bhabhi came and hugged me with affection, her touch filled with motherly care.
I asked her where my nephew was.
"He's sleeping," she replied.
And then-she came.
"Happy birthday, Rajput," she said softly.
We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment, until bhabhi interrupted with a teasing grin,
"Devar, agar aapka aankhon se romance ho gaya ho to cake kaat lein."
[Brother-in-law, if your eye romance is over, shall we cut the cake?]
I chuckled as I took the knife in my hand. My wife lit the candle.
"Haan haan, cake kaat lo, aakhir tumhari biwi ne itni mehnat se banaya hai!"
[Yes, yes, cut the cake! After all, your wife has worked so hard to make it!]
My brother teased, and I turned to look at her with wide eyes.
She did all this... for me? My baby... why did you work so hard, meri jaan?
"Aakash, cake kaat lo," she said, moving her pouty lips adorably.
I nodded, closed my eyes, made a wish, and blew the candle.
I cut the first slice and held it up to feed her-but without saying anything, she gently turned my hand toward my mom.
I smiled, feeding mom.
As I cut another slice for her, she whispered in my ear,
"Feed bhabhi first."
God, I loved how she always thought about others first.
After our small celebration, everyone retired to their rooms.
I didn't even know it was my birthday.
But she-she baked the cake herself.
Nothing could make me happier.
Author's POV
Shashi stepped into the room, locking the door behind her.
Suddenly, someone caught her wrist-a strong hand pulling her back.
Another hand covered her mouth.
He pinned her gently to the wall, his eyes intense as hers widened in surprise.
Slowly, he removed his hand from her lips.
"What is all this?" he asked, his voice low as he inhaled the scent of her perfume.
"Can we talk?" she asked, stammering slightly.
"Umm hmm," he nodded.
"Close your eyes, Mr. Rajput," she whispered.
Obediently, he did as told.
She took his hand and guided him to the balcony.
"On the count of three... open your eyes."
He opened them-and what he saw made him freeze.
The corner of the balcony was transformed.
White tulips adorned the space. A soft mattress was laid out with cozy cushions.
A tray of snacks rested beside them on a round table, and fairy lights twinkled around the setup.
She pulled him down to sit.
He sat in awe as she looked at him, then did something he never expected-
She held her ears and said:
"I know I've been a bitch these past two months, but I've realized I've been too harsh on you without any reason.
This situation-it wasn't created by you. It's just fate... destiny. But tonight, I want to apologize, Mr. Rajput."
She handed him a bouquet of yellow roses.
"This bouquet of yellow roses symbolizes friendship. I want us to start our relationship as friends.
Even if we can't be husband and wife... we can at least be friends."
He looked at her with admiration. His eyes couldn't leave her face.
"Mr. Rajput?" she called, breaking his trance.
"Y-yes?" Aakash stammered.
"Answer me, at least."
"I... I would love that," he smiled.
She gestured toward the bouquet. He took it, smiling warmly.
"In these months, you must've thought I'm some crazy, arrogant woman-and honestly, that's true," she chuckled.
"Anyway, now tell me something about yourself.
I only know that you're Dr. Aakash Singh Rajput."
He laughed softly.
"Oh, by the way," she added, "I brought beer.
Sorry, I should've asked you first. But... don't think I'm a drunkard. I drink only occasionally."
She babbled nervously.
He simply took a bottle, opened it, and handed one to her.
They clinked their bottles together and took a sip.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"For what?" she asked.
"For the surprise," he replied.
"Oh," she smiled.
Silence settled between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
It was peaceful. Just being near each other was enough.
Sitting side by side, sipping beer, gazing at the stars...
Shashi didn't even realize when she fell asleep on his shoulder.
He smiled gently, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bed-
His heart full of emotions
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