I just hope she believes it enough to give me another chance.
“Make sure she knows that this time then.”
He says and hangs up on me, and I sigh.
As soon as I enter our place, I am met with the most beautiful sight in front of me. Aisha in asaree. Correction—Aisha in a lavendersareeand goldenjhumkaswith her hair open at theback, golden bangles adorning her hands, and thick blackkajalin her eyes.
She doesn’t notice my presence, too busy trying to tie her blouse behind her back, and here I am feeling as if I need to call the ambulance because this woman is so damn beautiful there aren’t enough words to describe it. Her blouse is neck deep, and my favorite beauty mark on her collarbone just accentuates her beauty.
I am so down bad for my wife. Why did I even hide it?
It seems like I was ogling her like a creep because she yells my name, breaking me out of my trance.
“Reyansh,” she says a little firmly this time. “Can you stop staring and come help me with the strings?”
“Yes,” I clear my throat, placing the bouquet on the table.
I cover the distance between us swiftly, and she follows my every move. I move her hair to the side, my fingers grazing her naked back, and she trembles under my touch.
I smile a little, knowing that at least she is still affected by my touch.
“You look beautiful, Aisha,” I say, my voice coming out a little breathy as I tighten the knot and move to face her.
My hands shiver slightly as I touch her face, and she looks at me with an indescribable look in her eyes, and I just yearn for her to say all that’s going on inside her pretty little mind out loud.
But unfortunately I have pushed her so far away from me that she might as well talk about her feelings with a stranger rather than me, and that is a kind of pain nothing can match up to.
“I am grateful that I get to call you my wife,” I say and lean down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead. Meanwhile, my heart thunders in my chest all the while thinking that she will pull away, but she doesn’t.
Thank God she doesn’t.
“Thanks,” she says, and I nod. “Shall we?”
“Yes,” I say, taking her hand in mine, but before leaving, I grab the flowers I got her. “For you.”
She passed me a small smile, and my heart relaxed in relief.
Maybe we will make some progress.
Maybe I can still win her back.
Maybe
Aisha Kapoor
Confused would be an understatement for my feelings at the moment.
Reyansh has been different since this morning. Weird kind of different.
Would it make me a bad person if I said that his apology while felt genuine because I know that man and I know he can’t fake the tears that I saw in his eyes—still didn’t manage to touch my heart?
All I kept thinking while he kept looking at me to say something, anything was that why? Why are you doing this now? What’s the point?
I know his intentions might have been pure but his words hurt me more than they could heal me.
I had since long made peace with the fact that I would never get my Reyansh back. I would never get our old relationship back and I had made my heart come to terms with it.
Painfully so, but I did.
