Chapter 23: 24. A RAINY CONFESSION

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Author's pov :

As Sejal sat in the car adjusting herself while bidding goodbye to her loved ones, departing from her house, after spending a long weekend with her husband.

It was her first time after marriage visiting her parents' house that too with her husband. And finally the week was over and it was time for her to return to her in-laws' house.

Both of them sat in the car, Naman sat on the driving seat, while Sejal sat as the passenger princess, secretly stealing glances from her husband .

Last night she and her cousins played truth and dare, where she had replied to Naman that she didn't like him, due to which he had been avoiding her from last night.

Normally whenever they would sleep together he would hug her from the side and despite declining, she did actually feel warmth by his presence. She never felt uncomfortable and insisted him not to sleep on the couch after their wedding night.

But to her surprise, last night he slept back facing her and didn't even talk to her from morning, when he himself is always the first one to wake her up and rant nonchalantly.

Even while they were leaving and she was busy talking, he quietly packed his luggage in the trunk of the car.

She tried diverting his gaze but he was focused more on driving, he seemed colder than he was.

"Mr singhania" She cleared her throat.

"NAMAN SINGHANIA" she called out again.

"NAMU" Her voice softened

"What? " He asked irritatedly.

"Nothing, just like that-"

"Stop irritating me, I'm already fed up , you're not a child anymore, you're a grown up" He replied back his voice full of anger.

Sejal closed her mouth as she understood the real reason for his annoyance, yesterday's rejection.

It wasn't only yesterday, she had broken his heart several times even in childhood by rejecting him whenever he used to confess his feelings towards her.

Nevertheless, his love remained the same for her despite being rejected. .....

Sejal's pov :

Why is it that I'm struggling to understand my feelings? I'm just a replaced bride for him, I'm no longer his best friend, who would take his confession as a joke. And why is it that ever since last night's rejection, I'm unable to focus on anything but him.

Our bond isn't anything but of mutual affection and it doesn't make much sense why his sad face is bothering me. It's not like I hate him, but he's just like my best friend for me, and i can't accept him as my husband.

Our relationship was brought together by circumstance and not by choice, due to which I can't blame him either.

I got out of the car slowly as I saw him opening the car door and heading outside. I stood there gazing at him as he parked his car and took the keys out of his pocket unlocking the door.

He went inside and came back in an instant grabbing his black coat and taking his bike out from the garage beside the garden.

He rode on his bike with a determined expression , his hair tousled by the wind as he speeds down the road , his figure disappearing within the blink of an eye.

I went inside rolling my eyes keeping my bag on the table and went upstairs to change.

After I changed into comfortable clothes, I sat on the couch unbothered by anything and turned on the TV while chewing onto an apple.

As I turned on the TV, the news of a storm popped up out of nowhere, making me concerned for Naman because neither did I know where he went nor did I have the idea if he would have an umbrella with him .

Author's pov :

Although she looked harsh from the outside, she was a goofball from inside always caring for others, no matter how much she denied.

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A sleek black bike hurtles down the road like a comet on wheels and as the rider leans into the curves , becoming one with the machine.

The bike glides effortlessly along the widing road , it's wheels spinning rhythmically as it cuts through the crisp morning air.

As it comes to a halt in front of a tall and imposing building, casting a sense of grandeur and promise over the scene.

The boy gets off from his bike opening his helmet and flipping his hair, before entering the building with a bright smile on his face.

After being greeted by a number of people, Naman makes his way into the head office where his father works. He entered the cabin with a perpetual look of unease as he stood near the edge of a chair where a man in his 70s was seated.

"Morning dad" He greeted

"Morning son, what's up? " His dad asks him to take a seat casually.

"Nothing , I just wanted to visit the company, I think since I'll be working here within a few days" Naman snaps.

"How come there's such a sudden change in your attitude son? " His dad pats his back.

"Thought I'll be of some use , rather than spending my time on people who consider me useless"  He replied back with a grin.

"You? Work? Handling business isn't your cup of tea. You know what people consider you useless because that's what you are. Tumse ek choti deal tak sambhala nhi jata aur ye company sambhalna chahte ho tum?" His father mocks him.

(you can't even handle a simple deal and bold of you to assume that i'll let you handkle this company)

"i sometimes wonder whether if you really are my son, when i was of your age i wasn't busy in goofing around ,instead i was already working. if i make you the heir of my company it'll be ruined in seconds . " his dad spoke, anger fueling his actions.

"What? You have nothing to say?" his dad's voice rose, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Of course, you don't. You never do. Because there's nothing up here," he tapped his temple sharply, "nothing going on in that head of yours " he snaps at his son.

Tears welled up in Naman's eyes, but he blinked them away, determined not to give his father the satisfaction of seeing him cry. He knew he wasn't useless.

"i'm ashamed of calling you my son-"

"and i'm ashamed of having a father like you, who is always busy in belittling others. this is the reason mom never liked you , but she chose stay quiet because of me. are you really a father? a father isn't entitled to point out about his son's actions but instead support his son in need" he concluded.

With those final crushing words, naman turned and walked out of the room, leaving his dad standing alone feeling small and defeated. The silence that followed was deafening, naman left feeling the weight of his father's words pressing down on him , suffocating his soul each second his father's words echoed in his mind.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

play: ve kamleya

Naman sat on the swing  while gazing the late afternoon sky which was shrouded in a blanket of somber grey clouds. The air was heavy with the scent of impending rain, and a gentle breeze stirred in the environment and amidst this tranquil setting, a sudden downpour began, the raindrops falling with a rhythmic patter, creating a symphony of nature that resonated with the quiet charm of the town.

he continued to sit on the swing unbothered by the rain as the emotion of feeling worthless enveloped his mind leaving him with nothing but despair. suddenly he was caught off guard when he noticed that the droplets of rain weren't falling on his head . he dived out of his thoughts and gazed up to loook at a completely drenched sejal holding an umbrella above his head.

As they stood close together, the world around them seemed to blur, the rain creating a veil of privacy that enveloped them in their own little bubble, although naman didn't forgive her for what she said last ngiht.

he became more furious at her sight as he had been angry on her reply last night due to which he threw her umbrella away muttering, "i don't need your fake care".

"abbey saale tere liye mae bheeg bheeg ke aun aur tu chatri bhi phek dega?saale teri toh-" sejal smacked him.

(you bloody @sshole, i came here all wet just to sheild you from the rain and how dare you throw the umbrella away?)

"why did you come here huh? did i tell you to? why are you wasting your time on someone you don't like?" Naman retorted .

without wasting a second more, she tightly pulled him into her embrace before attaching her lips with his causing him to widen his eyes,"tu buddhu tha aur buddhu hi rahega" she uttered before pulling away .

"but- you didn't like  e right?"naman spoke wiping his lips as he stood amazed glancing at sejal .

"i don't like you, i really don't because i love you" sejal said once again locking her lips with him but this time, she could feel the salty tears amidst their kiss.

Time seemed to slow down as they stood there, lost in each other's presence. The bustling sounds of the town faded into the background, leaving only the steady rhythm of the rain and the beating of their hearts. They didn't need words to communicate what they felt; their actions spoke volumes. The tender kiss they shared was a silent witness to the birth of their new beautiful and pure relationship.

"chalein jhoole par mr buddhu?" sejal asked before dragging naman's hand and making him sit on the swing.

The swing's chains, slightly rusty, creaked gently as the two adults, drenched in rain, swung back and forth. Their laughter echoed through the empty playground, a testament to the unfiltered joy that resonated through the air.

The playground, usually bustling with the noise of children, was deserted except for the duo. As they swung higher, their bodies soared towards the clouds, feet kicking out into the air, as if trying to touch the sky. The rain, initially cold and startling, became a soothing, invigorating embrace. Their shared laughter rose and fell with the swing's motion, creating a rhythm that matched the rain's persistent fall.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as they lost themselves in the simple joy of swinging. The rain, though steady, began to lighten, and the clouds slowly parted, allowing glimpses of pale sunlight to filter through.

Both of them, now soaked to the skin, finally slowed their swings, breathing heavily but with smiles that spoke of deep contentment. After dismounting off the swing together, they walked away from the swings, hand in hand, ready to face whatever the world had in store for them next.

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जा करना है तो प्यार कर

ज़िद पूरी कर इक बार कर

मन मारी करके देखले,

बदले मे सब कुछ हारकर

वे कम्लेया ।

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