I smiled, but the pain in my heart didn’t subside.
“He couldn’t stop talking about you from the moment he saw you. I swear, the number of times he called us in a week definitely increased after he met you.”
That made us both laugh out loud because we both know how much Reyansh despises being on calls. If he calls you by yourself, that means you are special.
“He has never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. That is the one thing that hasn’t changed.”
“How does he look at me?”
“Like he would lose you if he looked away.”
I gave her hand a squeeze because I didn’t know what to say. The way he looked at me was definitely different. I could never describe it, so what she said was maybe a better description.
I kept my head on her lap, and she smiled, caressing my hair. I felt myself grow emotional by the minute, the weight in my heart increasing.
“What do I do, Mom? I don’t understand. Going forward feels scary, and staying rooted in the present feels wrong.”
She rubbed my scalp.
“What does your heart ask you to do?”
I swallowed the hesitation and the urge to lie straight through my teeth.
“It asks me to go towards him.”
“Then listen to it.”
“What if it is the wrong decision?”
“Darling, following the heart is never wrong. Not doing it is.”
Reyansh Carter
My sweet little wife is dead asleep by the dinner table when I reach home. Her head rests on the chair beside her in an awkward position that will hurt her neck and give her a killer headache.
I quietly remove my shoes by the door, removing my coat and placing my bag on top of the table quietly.
Her mouth is open slightly, and I can’t resist the urge to kiss her, but because she is asleep and would probably hit me if I got too close to her, I choose not to. Instead, I take out my phone to click a picture of her.
My gallery app is nothing but photos of her, us, and occasional event pictures. She dominates my life, my heart, and my photos app.
The only place I don’t let her do that is, well, the bed.
“Pretty little wifey,” I murmur, bending close to her face and brushing the hair out of her face. “What would I do without you?”
I roll my sleeves and bend down to pick her up. Her face falls in the crook of my neck, and her flowery scent fills my air.
I take slow, steady steps towards our bed, and when I drop her on the bed, she stirs in her sleep.
“Rey?” she says in her sleep, her eyes opening up.
“Yes,meri jaan?” I smile, and even in her half-asleep state, her cheeks get my favorite red color.
“You are back.”
“I always come back to you, baby.”
She sits up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand like a child, and I just sit there and look at her being effortlessly pretty. She yawns loudly, and I chuckle.
