AUTHOR'S POV
In the tunnel, Shivnya tried to free her hand from his grip, but his hold was unyielding, causing her discomfort. The pain intensified with every step until they finally reached their chamber. Without a word, he dragged her to their bedroom, pinning her against the wall. His eyes blazed with anger as he spoke, each word seething with intensity.
"Nobody dares to speak ill of you. I won't hesitate to kill anyone who insults you," he growled, his voice trembling with rage. Unable to contain his fury, he stormed out to the balcony, distancing himself to avoid taking his anger out on his beloved wife.
Shivnya closed her eyes for a moment, trying to process the situation. She took a deep breath, gathering her composure, and followed him to the balcony. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she spoke softly, her voice a gentle balm. "It's okay, she's older. We shouldn't let it bother us. I didn't mind at all."
Abhimanyu turned to face her, his expression still stormy. "You may not have minded, but I did. I can't and won't tolerate anyone, anywhere, in any way, insulting you."
She hugged him from the front and murmured, "But she didn't say anything wrong."
Abhimanyu pulled away, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. He grabbed her wrist and led her to the bed, making her sit down. His tone was firm and edged with frustration. "Are you even listening to what you're saying, Shivnya?"
She looked down, her expression sad and tinged with guilt. "Yes, I know... her words were right. I married you because ..........There was something that forced me into this marriage."
Abhimanyu's face reflected his inner turmoil. He might have known the reason, or perhaps he was completely in the dark. "Shivnya, what are you talking about?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and confusion.
"Do you remember that day when our grandfather announced our marriage? I took him into his study to talk to him for a minute," she said, guilt lacing her tone, fearing she might lose her love all over again.
"Yes, I remember that," he replied, curiosity evident in his voice.
"That day, he blackmailed me into marrying you. He kept a condition that if I didn't marry you, then he would..." She trailed off, her face etched with sadness and guilt.
"You don't have to tell me," Abhimanyu interrupted, realization dawning on him. It was the same reason her grandfather had told him.
"But please, trust me," she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. "At that time, I agreed because he forced me, but by the day of our mehndi, I wanted to marry you of my own will. Even if he had given me some time to think, I would have agreed to marry you because I genuinely wanted to. Marrying you was one of the best decisions of my life. I didn't think of any profit; I just wanted to be with you. Every time I doubted my decision, the thought of being with you made me realize I had made the best choice. Please, trust me," she said, tears streaming down her face, her love for him shining through every word.
Abhimanyu pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "Shhh... I trust you, my jaan. You don't have to explain so much. I know you can't betray me. Please, don't talk like that."
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. He gently wiped them away with his thumb. She looked down, her voice trembling. "I know I'm not a good wife, but I'm really trying to be better..."
He interrupted her softly, "You are already the best, my jaan. Just the way you are is perfect for me. I don't want anyone else but you, and I don't want you to change. I like you just the way you are."
He hugged her more tightly, his words wrapping around her like a warm blanket, comforting and reassuring her of his unwavering love.
SHIVNYA'S POV
"Abhiii," I called, but there was no response.
"Abhi, suniye," I called again, but still nothing.
"Abhiii," I called once more, but again, no answer. Frustrated, I walked to the hall and saw him standing near the balcony, speaking in a different language.
"Uccidi quella persona a pezzi e lasciala mangiare ai cani," he said, looking back and noticing me.
( Kill that person in pieces and let the dogs eat him )
"Parliamo più tardi," he added before I approached him.
( talk to you later )
"What were you saying?" I asked.
"Nothing, just a conference call," he replied with a honeyed smile. I made an 'O' face in response.
"Boliye begum, kya hua?" he asked.
"Maa ne ye poshak bheji hai hum dono ke liye aur kaha hai ki jaldi se taiyar ho jaye ," I narrated what Maa had said.
"Thik hai," he replied, and I left his clothes there. I started dressing up for the pooja while he went to his study-or his huge library-leaving me alone to get ready. Before he left, he instructed me on how to wear the poshak, saying he would set the odhni (pallu) himself, but I could manage the rest.
I tied my hair with a claw clip, as they were getting quite irritating lately. I wore the various parts of my poshak and applied some basic makeup, which I had learned from Barley and Sanj. I began putting on the heavy choker and necklace, but my hair slipped out of the clip and got entangled in the hook of the choker.
"Why am I so clumsy with these things? Argh!" I muttered in frustration. I tried to disentangle my hair but failed.
"Abhiiiiiiiiiiiiii," I shouted, but received no response. I went out of the room and shouted again, "Abhiiii," as I opened the door to his study. "I've been calling you for half an hour and you're not responding! What the hell are you doing?" I raged at him in anger. He looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth, clearly taken aback.
"Why are you staring? Help me with this, it's entangled in my hair," I said in an irritated voice, showing him the necklace.
"Come here," he said softly, and I walked over to his chair.
"Sit," he instructed, patting his lap , and I looked at his lap, wondering if I should sit or not. This poshak was already heavy, and I didn't want to stand any longer, so I sat comfortably in his lap. He started to disentangle my hair from the necklace.
"Where were you so busy that you couldn't even hear me?" I asked irritably.
"Jaan, I was busy in a conference," he replied in his infuriatingly sweet voice.
"On Holi, too?" I asked, wondering what kind of boss he had.
"Ab hum aapki..." he started to say something, but I winced in pain as he accidentally pulled my hair a little.
( I am.. )
"Aram se, baal hai mere," I complained.
( easy with my hair )
"Okay, okay," he said gently.
"What were you saying?" I asked again.
"Hum keh rahe the hum aapki tarah nahi hain na ki apna saara kaam advance karke chale," he replied, mocking me.
"Ho gya," he said, letting my hair cascade over my shoulder as he fastened the choker.
( it's done )
I looked back and said, "Ab aap bhi taiyar ho jaiye aur aakar hume odhni aur jewelry pehne mein madad kijiye."
( Now you also get ready and come help me with the odhni and jewelry )
"Aapka hukum sar aankhon par, jaan," he replied, making me smile.
( Your wish is my command, my love )
We both went to the room, and he helped me with the rest of my jewelry-the necklace, the maang tika and the others.
"Hum pehle taiyar ho kar aajate hain nahi toh aapko odhni mein bahut uncomfortable feel hoga," he said.
( I'll get ready first, otherwise you'll feel really uncomfortable in the odhni )
"Ohkay," I replied, handing him his clothes before stepping out. I was in the hall when I heard his voice.
"Shivuuuuuu!"
"Jaan," he shouted impatiently.
"Aaye baba, aayi! Do sec toh rukiye," I said, returning to the room.
( Coming, I'm coming! Just wait for two seconds )
"Haan, boliye?"
( Yes, tell me? )
"Help me with this jewelry," he said. I made him sit on the bed and hooked his necklace, brooch, and pinned his shawl while he rested his hands on my waist, tracing patterns. I hoped he wouldn't notice the scars on my body.
He looked up and said, "Now my turban."
"First, you help me with my odhni. Maa has already called us twice," I said firmly. He nodded and took the odhni, handing me one side.
"Pin this odhni on the right side," he instructed. I pinned it as directed, then he draped it across the front, making loose pleats. "Then pin this on the left shoulder," he continued. After I pinned it, he made a veil, saying, "Keep this part on your head and tuck this part in."
I followed his instructions and then turned to face the mirror. Before looking at myself, I glanced at his reflection to see his reaction. He wrapped his arms around my belly and kept his chin over my shoulder and said, "Haaayeee, kisi din sach mein aap humari maut ki wajah banegi."
( Haaayeee, one day you will truly be the cause of my death )
"Shh, aise nahi bolte," I replied, turning to face him.
( Shh, don't say things like that )
He leaned closer, smiling genuinely. "Aapke iss shama jaise noor ko dekhne ke liye toh hum parwane bhi ban jaye. Aaj humari rani bilkul kamal ke phool ki tarah lag rahi hain," he complimented, making me grin.
( To see your glow, I'd even turn into a moth. Today, our queen looks just like a lotus flower )
I playfully slapped his chest. "Ho gya aapka. Ab jaldi se taiyar ho jaiye nahi toh maa aur bua ji dono daantengi," I teased.
( Are you done? Now hurry and get ready, or else both mom and aunt will scold you )
"Par humari turban?" he asked with a cute pout.
( But what about my turban? )
"Hum koshish karte hain," I replied, smiling internally at his sweet words.
( I'll try my best )
"Baithiye," I instructed, and he sat down. I stood in between his legs and started draping the turban cloth on his head while he rested his hands on my lower waist.
( Sit down )
"Suniye," I said meekly.
( Listen )
"Farmaiye," he responded softly.
( Go ahead )
"Aaj hum aapse kuch maangne toh aap denge?" I asked hesitantly.
( If I ask you for something today, will you give it to me? )
He looked up, smiling. "Aap humse humari jaan maang lijiye, hum khushi khushi de denge."
( You could ask for my life, and I'd happily give it to you )
"Ek toh aap baar baar yeh bolna band kijiye, jaan de denge," I said strictly while adjusting the cloth.
( You really need to stop saying that you'd give your life )
"Jaisa aapka hukum. Aur bataiye," he said with a chuckle.
( As you wish. What else? )
"Aap aaj bahar pooja karne chale jaiye," I said nervously.
( Go outside for the prayer today )
He looked at me in disbelief, his expression turning stern. "Jaan, hum aapko yaha akele chhod kar nahi jayenge."
( My love, I won't leave you alone here )
"Staff hai yaha par," I replied hopefully.
( The staff is here )
"Tabhi," he said monotonously.
( Then also )
"Aap rana sa hai yaha ke, aapko apni duties nibhani chahiye," I said with a responsible tone.
( You are the ruler here, you must fulfill your duties )
"Hum humari sabse important duty nibhayenge," he said firmly.
( I will fulfill my most important duty )
I raised my brows and said, "Wahi toh hum keh rahe hain."
( That's exactly what I'm saying )
"Hum bhi toh wahi keh rahe hain, jaan," he replied softly.
( That's also what I'm saying, my love )
I fetched the brooch pin to secure the turban. "Abhi please na," I said with a pout, and he looked at me, shaking his head.
"Ek kaam kijiyega, aap jaldi se pooja karke aa jaiyega," I said excitedly.
( do one thing: go for the prayer and come back quickly )
"Parrr..." he began, but I interrupted him.
( but... )
"Please," I pleaded, and he sighed, realizing he had no choice.
"Ye please please mat kaha kijiye. Aap humari rani hain, aapko order karna chahiye," he said, standing up.
( don't say this please please you are my queen you should order me around )
"Soo this is my order," I said. He pulled me closer, our faces inches apart, his hands securing me tightly.
"Jaan, ye galat baat hai," he said, grinning.
( jaan this is wrong )
I smiled back and said, "Chale?"
( let's goo )
We parted, and he said, "Aap chaliye, hum abhi aate hain." I looked at him questioningly, and he reassured me, "Hum aaye bas 2 min, jaiye aap."
( you go I am coming )
( go I will be there in 2 min )
I went to the tunnel and waited for him. When he finally joined, walking with his royal stride, my heart raced. God, this man is going to really kill me with his features. I'm so thankful to have this piece of cake, and one day, I will savor , lick , eat , bite and suck every bit of it.
He leaned towards my ear and whispered in his husky voice, "Jaan, you can eat, lick , bite , suck and savor your cake anytime but for now lets concentrate on pooja and stop thinking about eating that cake ."
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