Viyansh sat beside Vaidehi again, feeling the warmth of her presence as she gently took his hand in hers. As he settled next to her, he could feel the intensity of her gaze, her eyes still filled with various questions.
Viyansh: "Kya puchna hai Biwi?"
(What do you want to ask)
Vaidehi: "Aapko pata tha sab pehle se??"
(Did you know everything beforehand?)
Viyansh POV,
She asked me the question I didnât want to answer, at least not right now, given her current state of health. I could see the worry lines etched on her face, and I knew that my answer, whatever it was, would only add to her anxiety. But I also knew her well enough to realize that if I didn't answer her, she'd become restless and even more agitated, her mind conjuring up worst-case scenarios. It's not that I didn't want to tell her the truthâthat I knew a few things beforehandâbut I feared how she might interpret that information. What if she thought I had been hiding something from her intentionally? What if she believed that I had betrayed her trust by keeping those things to myself? She reached out and gently shook my hand, pulling me back from my spiraling thoughts. Her eyes were fixed on mine, a mixture of concern and determination evident in their depths. I could see that she needed to hear what I had to say, even if it was difficult. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself to find the right words, ones that would ease her mind without causing her undue stress.
Vaidehi: "Bataiye na"
(Tell me)
I took a deep breath, gathering my resolve, and decided that it was time to tell her everything.
Viyansh: "Yes, jaana, there are a few things that I've known for the last few months."
Vaidehi: "Kab se pata tha aapko and kya pata tha?? Popsy ne mujhe Kavya Mumma aur Vidya momzee ke bare me bataya aur kaha hai kuch cheezein aap mujhe batayenge."
(Since when did you know, and what did you know? Popsy told me about Kavya Mumma and Vidya Momzee and said that there are some things you would tell me.)
Oh, so Papa told her about her mumma and my mumma. I realized then what he wanted me to convey to her. I understand now what he wants me to explain to her. I just hope she doesn't think I lied to her. I could see the questions swirling in her eyes, the unspoken fears that needed addressing. Her grip on my hand tightened slightly, a silent plea for honesty. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to explain everything in a way that would be gentle but truthful.
Viyansh: "Jaana, jab aapko panic attack aaya tha aur aapne sab mujhe bataya tab kuch cheeze thi Jo aapko nahi pata thi and I didn't want to force you. So the next day, I went to meet Dadu about your medical reports, and he told me about your childhood, about our mothers and their friendship, about your equation with your parents. And lastly, he even told me about your and Ahaan's kidnapping, followed by your accident and memory loss."
(Jaana, when you had a panic attack and told me everything, there were some things you didn't know)
Vaidehi: "You also knew about Shruti's father being Mrs. Oberoi's brother?"
Viyansh: "No. Remember when you were coming to me when Shruti tried that... You met with some goons on your way, right?"
Vaidehi: "Yeah, Shruti had sent them to harm me."
Viyansh: "No, jaan, it was Mr. Ritesh's henchmen. He sent them to harm you because you are married to me, and Shruti wanted me to marry her."
Vaidehi: "What??? How did you know this?"
Viyansh: "Maine Eklavya se kaha tha tumhara accident case investigate karne ke liye. Usme hi hume ye sab pata chala ki exactly us din tumhare aur Ahaan ke sath kya hua tha. Isiliye tumhe Bina bataye tumhare liye bodygards appoint kiye the. But it was all my fault maine hi tumhe kuch bataya nahi aur ye sab ho gaya."
(I had asked Eklavya to investigate your accident case. That's when we found out what exactly happened to you and Ahaan that day. That's why I appointed bodyguards for you without telling you. But it was all my fault; I didn't tell you anything, and all this happened.)
My little bachcha quickly wrapped their tiny arms around me, their warmth seeping into my soul and providing me with the much-needed solace I had been yearning for. The simple yet profound gesture of affection from my Jaan had an almost magical effect, instantly calming my turbulent thoughts and filling my heart with a sense of peace and comfort.
Vaidehi: "Main phir keh rahi hu Ansh aapki galti nahi hai ab Jo hona tha vo ho gaya bhul jaiye use."
(I'm telling you again, Ansh, it's not your fault. What's done is done, let's forget about it.)
Viyansh: "Tumhe apni aakhon se khoon se lath path dekha tha jaan, chah ke bhi vo nazara nahi bhul sakta main. Mujhe kuch bhi ho main seh sakta hu par tumpar ek kharoch bhi bardasht nahi mujhe."
(I saw you covered in blood, jaan. No matter how hard I try, I can't forget that sight. I can endure anything, but I can't bear even a scratch on you.)
Woahh, I received a slap on my chest from my wife. It wasn't a hard slap, but it was enough to snap me back to the present. How could I explain to her what she means to me? My heart beats inside my chest, but it beats because of her. How do I convey this to my cute little wife, who is so selfless that she took a bullet for a lady who never treated her properly? I must have chosen the wrong words because now this little human being is hugging me with tears in her eyes, tears that I can never bear to see. My heart clenched at the sight of her sadness. I quickly wiped away her tears, but they kept flowing, a silent testament to the hurt my words had caused.
Vaidehi: "Aap apne bare me aise kaise keh sakte hai Ansh. Aapko pata hai na main aap ke bina nahi reh sakti hu. Aap mere bare me sochte hi nahi hai, isiliye kab se khud ko blame kiye ja rahe hai. Hatiye main baat hi nahi karungi aapse."
(How can you say such things about yourself, Ansh? You know I can't live without you. You don't think about yourself at all, that's why you've been blaming yourself for so long. Move away, I won't talk to you.)
She pulled back from my embrace and started sobbing, her small frame shaking with each tearful breath. My heart ached seeing her in such distress, and without a second thought, I gently took her back into my arms despite her attempts to resist.
Viyansh: "I'm sorry, I promise I won't blame myself again."
Vaidehi: "Pakka???"
(Promise?)
I couldn't help but smile at her adorable innocence.
Viyansh: "Pakka promise, halaki main ab tumhe apni nazaron se dur toh kahi Jane hi nahi dunga lekin phir bhi I'm very selfish infact all of us are very selfish for you toh mujhse promise Karo tum aisi harkat dobara nahi karogi."
(I promise. Although I won't let you out of my sight anymore, I'm very selfish, in fact, all of us are very selfish about you. So promise me you won't do anything like this again.)
She returned my smile and nodded in understanding.
Vaidehi: "Promise."
With tenderness and love, I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a gesture of affection and protection that spoke volumes without uttering a word.
Vaidehi: "Ansh ek baat puchni hai."
(Ansh, I want to ask you something.)
Viyansh: "Ha toh pucho na."
(Yes, go ahead.)
Vaidehi: "Aapne humare rishte ko chance kyu Diya??"
(Why did you give our relationship a chance?)
I was shocked at her question. She had never asked me this before, not even when I told her that I wanted to give our relationship another chance. We've grown so much together, and it feels like we belong to each other completely. But now, faced with her question, I realized that there was something I hadn't shared with her beforeâabout Mumma. I had kept that part of my life hidden, wanting to shield her from any pain or confusion. But now, it seemed like the right time to tell her. Still, I couldn't shake the fear that she might misunderstand or take my love in another way. But I couldn't lie to her either. She deserved to know the truth, even if it was difficult. Taking a deep breath, I looked into her eyes, searching for the right words to explain everything.
Vaidehi: "Ansh bataiye na."
(Ansh, tell me.)
Viyansh: "Jaana, main jhuth nahi bolunga tumse. Main ye shadi karna hi nahi chahta tha. Reason pata hai tumhe. Phir Vihaan ne mujhe bataya ki tumhari aur meri shadi mumma ki wish thi, isiliye maine is rishte ko ek chance Dene ka socha kyuki Maine mumma ko kabhi mana nahi Kiya tha mere liye unki har ek wish bahaut important hai. Papa ne shadi se pehle nahi bataya kyuki vo nahi chahte the main kisi compulsion ki vajah se haa karu aur Vihaan ne jab dekha Mera behaviour toh usne mujhe bataya ye. Par please jaan tum ye mat sochna ki main tumse pyaar nahi karta, ha maine is rishte ko ek chance mumma ki wish ki vajah se Diya tha par Mera pyaar tumhare liye sachcha hai I promise, I swe...."
(Jaana, I won't lie to you. I didn't want to get married at all. You know the reason. Then Vihaan told me that our marriage was Mumma's wish, so I decided to give this relationship a chance because I had never refused Mumma for anything. Her every wish was very important to me. Papa didn't tell me before the wedding because he didn't want me to agree out of compulsion, and when Vihaan saw my behavior, he told me. But please, jaana, don't think that I don't love you. Yes, I gave this relationship a chance because of Mumma's wish, but my love for you is true, I promise, I swea...)
She embraced me tightly, and in that moment, my heart raced with a blend of emotions. The warmth of her hug was both comforting and unsettling. I couldn't help but wonder if she would misunderstand my intentions, if she might think that I was only in this marriage because of my mother's wishes. The fear of losing her, of her doubting my sincerity, tightened its grip on my heart. My train of thought was abruptly interrupted by her sobs against my chest, and it tore at my heart. As I held her, her tears dampened my shirt, each droplet a painful reminder of her distress. It seemed she had interpreted my words differently than I intended. Gently, I rubbed her back, hoping to provide her with some comfort amidst her tears.
Viyansh: "Jaana please don't..."
Her hand made contact with my cheek, the sound of the slap echoing in the room. It wasn't a forceful blow, but the shock of her action still jolted me. As she pulled away, I could see the hurt and frustration in her eyes, mingled with a hint of regret.
Vaidehi: "Aapne socha bhi kaise ki main aapke pyaar pe Shak karungi?? Aap kya itna hi samajh paye hai mujhe Ansh?"
(How could you even think that I would doubt your love? Is that all you understand about me, Ansh?)
Viyansh: "Jaan vo I thought..."
Vaidehi: "Aapko pata hai us aadmi ne bhi kaha tha ki aap ye shadi apni mumma ke liye nibha rahe hai, aapko pata hai mujhe itna gussa aa gaya tha uspe ki man Kiya abhi uth ke ek mukka maar du use but tab mujhme takat hi nahi thi."
(You know, that man also said that you were in this marriage just for your Mumma. Do you know how angry I was? I felt like getting up and punching him right then, but I didn't have the strength at the time.)
Her words brought a smile to my lips, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over me. Throughout our time together, she had consistently demonstrated her love and devotion through both her actions and her words. Yet, despite this unwavering display of affection, I still found myself amazed by the depth of her feelings for me. In that moment, as I looked into her eyes, I felt a profound sense of happiness and contentment. I was grateful that she had understood me, that she hadn't allowed her emotions to be clouded by misunderstandings or doubts. Her ability to see through my words and recognize the sincerity of my intentions filled me with a sense of reassurance and peace.
Viyansh: "I'm sorry, Bachcha."
Vaidehi: "Chup kariye aap. Ansh arrange marriage thi humari, main samajhti hu ye baatein. Maine dekha hai aapka pyaar mere liye Ansh, main janti hu mujhe kuch yaad nahi hai isiliye aapne mujhe nahi bataya hoga. Lekin shayad main aapko apne pyaar pe bharosa nahi dila payi isiliye aapko laga ki main nahi samjhungi kuch."
(Just be quiet. Ours was an arranged marriage, I understand these things. I've seen your love for me, Ansh. I know I might not remember, so maybe you didn't tell me. But perhaps I couldn't convince you to trust in your love for me, which made you think I wouldn't understand.)
She was in tears, and seeing her like this, knowing it could potentially harm her health, was distressing. Especially with the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my overthinking wife's mind, I knew I had to intervene. Without hesitation, I pulled her into a gentle embrace, mindful of her injuries and the fragility of her state. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close, offering comfort and support.
Viyansh: "Aisa nahi jaan, main bas vo.."
(It's not like that, jaan, I just...)
Vaidehi: "Toh phir kyu bola aisa."
(Then why did you say that?)
Viyansh: "I'm sorry."
Vaidehi: "Nahi sorry mat boliye, par dobara aisa nahi bolna ki aap pe trust karu, aapko pata hai na I trust you the most."
(No, don't say sorry. But don't say such things again that I should trust you. You know I trust you the most.)
Viyansh: "Haa mujhe pata hai, main thoda buddu hu na toh bas samajh nahi paya."
(Yes, I know, I'm a bit foolish, right? I couldn't understand.)
Vaidehi: "Sahi kaha aapne, buddu, aur pagal hai aap."
(You said it right, foolish and crazy.)
Viyansh: "CEO ko pagal keh rahi ho??"
(Are you calling the CEO crazy?)
Vaidehi: "Nahi, apne pati ko."
(No, I am calling my husband crazy?)
Viyansh: "Achcha ji"
(Oh, really?)
Vaidehi: "Hanji."
(Yes)
I grinned and playfully nuzzled my nose against her neck, a gesture I knew never failed to elicit a giggle from her. Sure enough, her laughter bubbled up, filling the room with a warmth that chased away the shadows of her earlier tears.
Vaidehi: "Ansh mat kijiye aise."
(Ansh, don't do this.)
She pulled back slightly, but I maintained my grasp on her hands, not wanting to let go just yet.
Viyansh: "Jaan, tumhe sab toh pata hai ab, toh bas ek aakhri baat batani hai."
(Jaan, you know everything now, so there's just one last thing to tell you.)
Vaidehi: "Aur bhi koi shock baaki hai kya??"
(Is there another shock left?)
Viyansh: "Shock nahi, bas ek zariya hai jisse tum apni mumma ko mehsoos kar sakti ho."
(Not a shock, just a way for you to feel your mumma.)
As she peered at me, her gaze brimming with a mix of questions and confusion, I felt a pang of empathy wash over me.
Vaidehi: "Kavya mumma??"
Acknowledging her queries, I gently nodded in agreement, maintaining eye contact to convey my understanding. Meanwhile, my fingers traced soothing, random patterns on the back of her palm, a subtle gesture aimed at easing her tension and calming her racing thoughts.
Viyansh: "Remember, I told you about your dadi's music academy, and you said you would start that again."
Vaidehi: "Jiii"
(Yes.)
Viyansh: "Vo academy dadi ki nahi, tumhari mumma, Kavya mumma ki hai. She was a singer, just like you."
Her shocked expression and the solitary tear that escaped her eye spoke volumes, revealing the depth of her emotions in that moment. It tugged at my heartstrings, urging me to wipe away that tear and offer immediate comfort. Yet, I resisted the urge, recognizing the importance of allowing her emotions to flow freely. Sometimes, the catharsis of tears was the first step towards healing, towards releasing the pent-up emotions that weighed heavily on the soul. And as we embraced the rawness of our emotions, I held onto the hope that with time and patience, we would emerge stronger, ready to embrace the happiness that awaited us on the other side of this bitter phase of life.
Vaidehi: "Mumma singer thi?"
(Mumma was a singer?)
Viyansh: "Yeahh, even her academy was one of the best music academies of that time."
Vaidehi: "Ansh, mujhe academy le chaliye na, mujhe mumma ko mehsoos karna hai apne pass, maine kabhi dekha bhi nahi hai unhe."
(Ansh, please take me to the academy, I want to feel my mumma close to me. I've never seen her.)
As tears continued to stream down her cheeks, she seemed unaware of their presence, lost in the tumult of her emotions. It was a poignant reminder of how deeply she was affected by the truth. I anticipated her next request, knowing that she would likely ask to be taken to the academy. As much as I empathized with her desire to go to the academy, I knew that now was not the right time.
Viyansh: "Jaan, abhi nahi after few days I'll take you there promise."
(Jaan, not now. After a few days, I'll take you there, I promise.)
Vaidehi: "But Ansh.."
Viyansh: "Please bachcha, samjho na tum abhi nahi ja sakti, main pakka tumhe le chalunga bas ek baar thik ho jao. Phir tum academy start bhi toh karni hai.. karni hai na Jaana??"
(Please, bachcha, understand, you can't go now, but after a few days, I'll take you there. Then you can also start the academy... you want to, right, Jaana??)
She nodded in agreement, and I gently wiped away her tears with my thumb before cupping her face in my hands, offering her a reassuring gaze.
Viyansh: "Achcha chalo ab jab sab thik hai toh hum ab ye sari cheezein bhul jayenge bas aage ki happiness pe dhyaan denge okay??"
(Alright, now that everything is fine, let's forget all these things and focus on future happiness, okay?)
Vaidehi: "A...Ansh."
Viyansh: "Yes jaan."
Her sudden action of lowering her head left me perplexed. I had just reassured her that everything was fine, so I couldn't understand the reason behind her lingering sadness.
Vaidehi: "Kya mujhe Mr. & Mrs. Oberoi ko maaf karna chahiye??? Kya main unke sath rude behave kar Rahi hu?? Kya main galat kar Rahi hu???"
(Should I forgive Mr. & Mrs. Oberoi??? Am I being rude to them?? Am I wrong???)
Feeling her selflessness weigh heavily on my heart, I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of her compassion and generosity. But alongside my admiration, a sense of frustration welled up within me. I couldn't shake the feeling that she often placed the needs of others above her own, neglecting her own well-being in the process. I found myself wondering why she was made so selfless by God. While I admired her altruistic nature, I also recognized the importance of her understanding that she too is human and entitled to moments of selfishness. I resolved to gently make her understand this aspect of herself. Squeezing her hands, which were already in mine, I silently communicated my support and determination to guide her through this realization.
Viyansh: "Bachcha, listen and listen to me very carefully."
She nodded in acknowledgment.
Viyansh: "Do you still consider them as your parents?"
Her refusal to meet my gaze hinted at her attempt to conceal her emotions, yet her nod of agreement spoke volumes. It was clear that she was trying to maintain a brave front despite whatever inner turmoil she might be experiencing.
Viyansh: "Then jaan, hum naraz bhi toh apno se hi hote hai na Jaan?"
(Then, jaan, aren't we angry with our loved ones at times?)
Vaidehi: "Matlab main sahi hu?"
(So, does that mean I'm right?)
Viyansh: "Dekho jaana, jo unhone Kiya vo sahi nahi tha, par us waqt unke man me kya raha hoga hum nahi jante na. Toh tum na bas khud ko aur unko thoda time do aur phir vahi Karo Jo tumhara Dil kehta hai."
(Look, jaana, what they did wasn't right, but we don't know what was going on in their minds at that time. So, just give yourself and them some time, and then do what your heart tells you.)
Vaidehi: "Par agar main kabhi unhe maaf nahi kar payi toh?? Mujhe toh bahaut si shikayatein hai unse."
(But if I can't ever forgive them?? I have many complaints against them.)
Viyansh: "Toh batao na unhe apni shikayatein. Punish Karo unhe, jo jo hai tumhare man me sab keh do unse aur phir dekhna tumhara Dil kya kehta hai."
(Then tell them your complaints. Punish them. Tell them everything that's on your mind, and then see what your heart says.)
Vaidehi: "Vo karenge mujhse baat?? Maine toh kitna ignore Kiya unhe hospital me."
(Will they talk to me? I ignored them so much in the hospital.)
Viyansh: "Unhe bhi unki galtiya pata hai jaan, zarur karenge vo tumse baat."
(They also know their mistakes, jaan. They will definitely talk to you.)
Vaidehi: "Par agar main himmat nahi kar payi toh?? Main unhe maaf hi nahi kar payi toh???"
(But if I can't muster the courage??)
Viyansh: "Toh main hu na tumhare sath tumhe sambhalne ke liye."
(Then I'm here with you, to support you.)
Her faint smile was a small but significant gesture, offering me reassurance and a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.
Author's POV,
Viyansh: "aur phir baaki bhi toh hai tumhare sath, tumhe guide karne ke liye except your Raj and Veer."
(And then the rest of them are also here with you, to guide you, except for your Raj and Veer.)
She quickly looked at him in confusion.
Vaidehi: "Kyu kyu kyu, Raj aur Veer kyu guide nahi kar sakte?"
(Why, why, why, why can't Raj and Veer guide me??)
Viyansh: "oh c'mon Jaan, vo dono tshirt konsi pehenni hai ye bhi tumse decide karwate hai, toh kya khaak guide karenge tumhe."
(Oh come on, Jaan, they even decide which T-shirt you should wear, so how can they guide you?)
She chuckled in response to his words.
Vaidehi: "Correct."
Viyansh: "Achcha chalo ab baatein bahaut ho gayi, aur Rona dhona bhi."
(Alright, enough talking, and enough crying.)
She emitted a chuckle.
Viyansh: "Ab tum dinner karogi medicine logi aur phir chup chap rest karoge got it???"
(Now, you'll have dinner, take your medicine, and then quietly rest, got it???)
Vaidehi: "Aa gaye vapas Hitler mode pe."
(Back to the Hitler mode, huh?)
She murmured to herself.
Viyansh: "Suna maine."
(Heard it.)
She extended her arms out toward him, a silent invitation for him to scoop her up into his embrace.
Vaidehi: "Chaliye Ansh khana khate hai, I'm hungry."
(Let's go, Ansh, let's eat. I'm hungry.)
A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
Viyansh: "Nautanki."
(Drama queen.)
As he leaned in closer to her, anticipation sparked in her chest, expecting his arms to encircle her and lift her up. Yet, to her surprise, he only reached for her hands, gently guiding them back down to rest upon the bed.
Vaidehi: "Kya?? Niche nahi leke chalenge?? Mujhe bhookh lagi hai."
(What?? Aren't you taking it downstairs?? I'm hungry.)
Viyansh: "Nahi , main dinner yahi le kar aata hu."
(No, I'll bring dinner here.)
Vaidehi: "Par mujhe sabke sath khana hai."
(But I want to eat with everyone.)
Viyansh: "So that vaha jaake masti kar sako hai na??"
(So you can have fun there, right??)
Vaidehi: "Kya Ansh, bachchi samajhte hai kya aap mujhe??"
(Ansh, do you consider me a child??)
Her lips formed a playful pout, a subtle expression of her playful disappointment, as she hoped for more. In response, he leaned in swiftly, planting a quick, affectionate peck on her pouted lips. The unexpected kiss elicited a delightful surprise, causing her cheeks to blush a soft shade of pink. Despite her initial pout, a radiant smile bloomed across her face, reflecting the warmth of the moment shared between them.
Viyansh: "Ha bachchi hi ho tum, aur ab no arguments main dinner leke aata hu okay?"
(Yes, you are a child, and now, no arguments. I'll bring dinner here, okay?)
She affirmed with a nod as he departed to fetch their dinner.
When Viyansh shared with the other Singhania men that Vaidehi desired to dine together, they promptly gathered their meals and headed to Viyansh and Vaidehi's room. Initially taken aback, Vaidehi found herself confused, uncertain of what was happening. However, her confusion soon melted away as Vihaan clarified that they were all gathering for a shared dinner, filling her with joy and anticipation. As they all settled into the room, Viyansh took his place beside Vaidehi on the bed, ensuring her comfort. With a gentle touch, he arranged a small table in front of her, creating a cozy dining space. Meanwhile, Vikram positioned himself on a chair beside Vaidehi's bed, ready to assist her with her meal. Vihaan, Viraj, and Virat settled onto the couch while the aroma of khichdi (Porridge) filled the room. Porridge, specially prepared for Vaidehi, became the dish of choice for everyone. Overwhelmed by their collective display of affection, Vaidehi found herself teary-eyed once more. However, her emotional moment was swiftly met with gentle reprimands from the family, urging her to cease her tears. Heeding their words, she composed herself. Amidst the familial chatter, Vikram attentively fed Vaidehi while she engaged in lighthearted gossip with the others. With laughter and warmth filling the air, the Singhania family shared their meal together. After dinner, as the family bid their farewells and departed, Viyansh tenderly assisted Vaidehi in freshening up, ensuring her comfort as he administered her medication. As he prepared to leave the bedside, Vaidehi caught his hand, halting his departure.
Viyansh: "Kya hua bachcha?"
(What happened, Baby?)
Vaidehi: "Ansh, vo dressing table se oil lete aayenge please."
(please bring the oil from the dressing table.)
Viyansh: "Jaana, headache ho Raha hai kya?? Wait main abhi oil massage deta hu."
(are you getting a headache? Wait, I'll give you an oil massage right away.)
Ignoring her attempt to communicate, he retrieved a bottle of oil from the closet and returned to her side. As he approached, ready to pour the oil into his hand, Vaidehi intervened, grasping his hand firmly to halt his actions.
Vaidehi: "Ansh"
Viyansh: "What?? Tumhe headache hai na?"
(What?? Do you have a headache?)
Vaidehi: "Meri puri baat sunna kab shuru karenge aab?"
(When will you start listening to my whole sentence?)
Viyansh: "Matlab?"
(What do you mean?)
Vaidehi swiftly intercepted, taking the oil bottle from his hand.
Vaidehi: "Come to bed."
Viyansh: "But..."
Vaidehi: "Anshh, come to bed."
He settled beside her on the bed, raising an eyebrow inquisitively, silently prompting her to explain her actions with a questioning look.
Vaidehi: "Good, now lie down and keep your head on my lap."
Viyansh: "What, jaan, you know you have stitches on your stomach."
Vaidehi: "Exactly, Ansh, that's why I can't pull you, so do as I say."
Viyansh: "Bilkul nahi, lag jayegi yaar tumhe."
(Not at all, you'll get hurt.)
Vaidehi: "Aap lagne denge???"
(Will you let me do it?)
Now rendered momentarily speechless, he gazed at her with a mixture of understanding and tenderness, reassured by her gesture. A soft smile graced her lips as she gently held onto his hand.
Vaidehi: "Janti hu kayi raaton se soye nahi hai aap thik se, sar me bhi dard hai na."
(I know you haven't been sleeping properly for many nights, and you also have a headache, right?)
Viyansh: "Nahi bachcha ais..." (No, Baby it..)
Vaidehi: "Ansh, chup chaap let jaiye."
(Ansh, just lie down quietly.)
Her playful pout transformed into a mischievous glare, a silent challenge in her eyes as she motioned for him to recline. Responding to her unspoken command, he settled himself onto her lap, maintaining a careful distance from her stomach. With practiced hands, she poured fragrant oil into her palms, warming it between her fingers before starting a gentle massage on his head. As her skilled touch worked its magic, tension melted away from his features, replaced by a serene relaxation that spread through him like a gentle wave. A contented smile graced her lips as she observed the subtle shifts in his expression, each one a testament to the soothing effect of her ministrations.
Vaidehi: "Kyu itna exhaust kar liya apne aapko, main thik toh thi hi na hospital me."
(Why did you exhaust yourself so much? I was fine in the hospital, right?)
Viyansh: "Main dar gaya tha, kahi maine zara bhi araam kiya aur phir tum nahi Rahi mere pass toh."
(I was scared, what if I took a little rest and then you weren't there with me?)
With his eyes still closed, he responded softly, his voice carrying a hint of contentment, as she continued to run her hands through his hair.
Vaidehi: "Aapke bagair kaha hi jaungi main Ansh. Itna stress mat liya kijiye."
(Where would I go without you, Ansh? Don't stress yourself so much.)
Viyansh: "Baat agar tumhari ho toh don't expect me to be in my senses."
(If it's about you, then don't expect me to be in my senses.)
Vaidehi: "Itna stress lenge toh buddhe ho jayenge. Abhi toh humare bachche bhi nahi huye hai."
(If you take so much stress, you'll become old. We haven't even had our children yet.)
She endeavored to divert his attention away from revisiting those distressing memories, and she indeed achieved her goal. He took hold of her hands and gazed into her eyes.
Viyansh: "Buddha bola tumne mujhe??"
(Did you just call me old??)
Her giggle filled the room.
Vaidehi: "Maine kaha ho jayenge."
(I said you'll become old.)
Viyansh: "Buddha bhi ho gaya na, toh bhi chinta mat Karo tum, I'm capable of giving you the entire cricket team or maybe more than that."
(Even if I become old, don't worry, I'm capable of giving you an entire cricket team, or maybe more than that.)
Her eyes widened in playful surprise, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as her impulsive action caught her off guard. Grabbing the nearby pillow, she swung it towards him, aiming for his chest with a mix of teasing annoyance and affection. However, he effortlessly caught the pillow, his laughter filling the air with warmth and joy. Unable to contain her own amusement, she couldn't help but hide her face in her palm, a shy gesture of both amusement and bashfulness.
Viyansh: "Areh tumne hi baat shuru ki ab khud Sharma Rahi ho."
(You started the conversation, now you're blushing yourself.)
Vaidehi: "Anshh, please."
Viyansh: "I'm sorry jaana although I would love to but I can't please you right now."
Her jaw dropped in exaggerated disbelief at his shameless display, a playful expression of mock indignation as she took in his smirk, which betrayed his amusement at her reaction. Glancing at him as he sat beside her, she couldn't help but shake her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite her attempt to feign disapproval.
Vaidehi: "Shameless."
Feeling her cheeks flush with warmth and her smile impossible to contain, she turned away to hide her delighted expression from him. In response to her movement, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, drawing her close in a tender embrace. Leaning in closer, he placed a gentle kiss on her neck, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. With her eyes closed, she savored the closeness of his presence, reveling in the intimacy of the moment that had been absent for far too long. Each touch, each caress, served as a reminder of their deep connection, a bond that transcended words and filled the space between them with a sweet, comforting warmth.
Viyansh: "Tum bolo toh thik, main bolu toh shameless."
(If you want it, it's fine, but if I say it, I'm shameless.)
Viyansh's voice, husky with desire, sent shivers down Vaidehi's spine as he continued his tantalizing exploration of her neck. With a soft moan escaping her lips, she surrendered to the sweet sensation of his touch, her senses ablaze with pleasure. Unable to resist any longer, she turned towards him, meeting his gaze with a fiery intensity, before pressing her lips against his. In that electrifying moment, time seemed to stand still as their kiss deepened, each movement filled with a passion that ignited their souls. Viyansh tenderly cupped Vaidehi's cheeks, his touch sending waves of warmth through her, as he gently tilted her head for a better angle, allowing their lips to meld together in perfect harmony. Vaidehi's hands found their way into Viyansh's locks, fingers threading through his hair as she reveled in the sensation of their connection deepening with each passing second. Their kiss was a symphony of emotions, a silent exchange of love and longing, as they poured their hearts into the tender embrace, lost in the intensity of their shared desire. As their kiss lingered, a gentle intensity suffused the air, mingling with the softness of their embrace. Tears welled in their eyes, reflecting the depth of their emotions, as they shared this intimate moment filled with love and longing. Yet, amidst the sweetness of their connection, Viyansh sensed a subtle change in Vaidehi's breath, a sign that she needed to pause. Reluctantly, he pulled back, his gaze tender as he rested his forehead against hers. In that shared silence, their hearts beat as one, the unspoken understanding between them binding their souls together.
A shy smile graced both their lips, their eyes glistening with tears of joy. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated happiness, a testament to the love that bound them. In each other's arms, they found solace and strength, their bond unbreakable even in the face of adversity.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, I missed you."
Viyansh: "I too missed you mera bachcha."
Their eyes met in a silent understanding, sharing a moment of mutual empathy and affection. With tender smiles, they reached out to one another, gently wiping away the traces of tears.
Viyansh: "Bas ab bahaut hua, ab hum vo sab bhul jayenge aur ab tum rona nahi."
(Alright, enough is enough, now we'll forget all of that, and you won't cry anymore.)
Returning her smile with equal warmth, he leaned into her touch as she cupped his face.
Vaidehi: "Aap bhi Ansh, bilkul chote baby lagte hai rote waqt."
(You too, Ansh, you look just like a little baby when you cry.)
He chuckled.
Viyansh: "Main baby lagta hu, par tum toh ho hi baby, my cute little shy baby."
(I act like a baby, but you are a baby, my cute little shy baby.)
Her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink hue, a visible reflection of the happiness and affection .
Viyansh: "See again, shy shy Mrs. Shorty."
Vaidehi: "Anshhhh."
She slightly raised her voice at him for his comment on her height, prompting him to chuckle.
Viyansh: "Ok ok sorry, achcha chalo bahaut batein ho gayi ab so jao.
(Okay, okay, sorry, let's stop talking so much, it's time to sleep now.)
Vaidehi: "Ansh."
Viyansh: "Hmmm"
He emitted a soft hum while arranging the pillows for her.
Vaidehi: "Ansh Susu aayi."
(I need to pee.)
He let out a chuckle.
Viyansh: "Kab sudharogi tum ye language?"
(When are you going to improve your language?)
Vaidehi: "Konsi language, ye Susu??"
(Which language, "pee"??)
Viyansh: Stop it."
Vaidehi: "Kya stop it Ansh, Susu kaise stop karu? It's nature's call patidev.
(What, stop it, Ansh, how can I stop needing to pee? It's nature's call, darling.)
Viyansh: "Chup ekdum."
(Be quiet.)
Vaidehi: "Are ab Susu ko Susu hi bolungi na."
(Ohh, now I'll say "pee" to pee right)
With a playful glint in his eyes, Viyansh scooped her up into his arms, a silent challenge in his gaze as he dared her to continue her teasing. She couldn't help but giggle at his playful gesture, her laughter filling the air with warmth and joy. After a brief moment of playful banter, Viyansh carefully returned her to the bed, his actions gentle and attentive as he ensured her comfort. He lovingly adjusted the pillows, making sure she was properly supported, and placed a pillow below her foot, a thoughtful gesture to ease any discomfort. Once she was settled, he tenderly covered her with the duvet, tucking her in with care. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a silent reassurance of his love and devotion. At her urging, he drew near, and as she planted a soft kiss on his cheek, he couldn't help but smile, his heart overflowing with love for the woman lying before him.
Viyansh: "Now sleep."
Acknowledging her nod, he moved to the other side of the bed, retrieving another pillow.
Vaidehi: "Ye aap kya kar rahe hai Ansh."
(What are you doing, Ansh?)
Viyansh: "I'll sleep on the couch."
Vaidehi: "Arehh kyuu, Ahh"
(but Why?? Ahh)
As she attempted to rise, a twinge of pain from her stitches reminded her of her limitations. Hastily, he climbed onto the bed, gently guiding her back into a comfortable position, mindful of her well-being and the need to avoid any unnecessary strain.
Viyansh: "kya kar Rahi ho Biwi. Are you okay?"
(What are you doing, Wife?)
Vaidehi: "Vahi toh Ansh kya kar rahe hai, couch par kyu ja rahe hai?? Kaise soyenge vaha?"
(Why, why, why are you going to the couch??)
Viyansh: "Jaan, if I sleep here, I might hurt you."
Vaidehi: "Shut up, you also know you can never hurt me."
Viyansh: "But jaan..."
Vaidehi: "I need you, Ansh."
He looked at her with wide eyes.
Vaidehi: "I mean I need you on the bed."
Viyansh: "Jaaannnn."
Vaidehi: "Urhhh"
She let out a whine, to which he simply smirked, relishing her reaction.
Vaidehi: "Aap samajh rahe hai na main kya keh rahi hu phir kyu sata rahe hai mujhe."
(you understand what I'm saying, then why are you troubling me?)
He emitted a chuckle.
Viyansh: "Achcha sorry."
Vaidehi: "Hospital me bhi mere pass nahi soye, ek nahi suni meri. Ab main nahi sunungi aapki, agar aap mere pass nahi soye toh main bhi raat bhar nahi soungi. Aapko pata hai na mujhe nind nahi aati aapke bina aur aap bhi nahi so sakte na mere bina. Anshh please."
(You didn't sleep next to me even in the hospital, not even one night. Now I won't listen to you, if you don't sleep next to me, I won't sleep all night either. You know I can't sleep without you, and you can't sleep without me. Anshh, please.)
Responding to her puppy eyes and pout, he couldn't help but smile, captivated by her endearing expression. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to her pout.
Viyansh: "Okay okay ab itna cute banne ki zarurat nahi hai, pighal gaya main phirse."
(Okay, okay, you don't need to be so cute, I've melted again.)
She grinned.
Vaidehi: "Chaliye ab lijiye mujhe apne aagosh me patidev"
(Let's go, Ansh, now hold me in your arms, husband)
Chuckling at her choice of words, he settled down beside her, welcoming her as she nestled her head against his bicep, finding comfort and security in his presence.
Viyansh: "Aa jao."
(Come here.)
She happily snuggled into his embrace, feeling safe and content. He protectively encircled his arms around her, providing warmth and comfort. He tenderly kissed her forehead as she kissed his chest, sharing a moment of affection. Together, they drifted off to a peaceful slumber, finding solace in each other's loving embrace, their happiest and safest place.
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