♡Roshni's POV♡

Something is wrong.

I am dead sure that something is wrong with Gaurav. He is behaving differently since morning. But I cannot ask him because we are not alone. Our home is packed with our friends.

After our discussion last night of starting a cooking class and youtube channel. He messaged our friends and everyone arrived today at 6 am for giving me whatever recipes they had.

Navu got Punjabi and Mughlai, Durga got Maharashtrian and Chinese, Candy got south Indian and Italian, Jerry got Gujarati and Mexican. Then I know Sindhi and variety of Appetizers, Sandwiches, Pizzas and etc.

But that's the only help I have received from them. Then they wished me luck to begin the preparations and my three Musketeers left as they had to go home before leaving for work. While Jay and Durga will go to their workplace directly, so they stayed longer.

Alone, I have planned 15 types of courses with fees structure and now, I am planning the Youtube channel.

But my entire attention is captured by him, who hasn't talked with me since morning.

Forget talking, he didn't even looked at me properly for once.

There was no good morning with Your Majesty and dramatic bow, no eye-contact, no response when I greeted him and he made coffee for everyone, except me. Though Durga offered to make one for me, but I was upset with his actions, so I lost my mood for coffee.

Plus, Jay is silently giggling every time I or Gaurav face him. What is the matter with Jay?

And why is Gaurav ignoring me?

Before I can think further to understand the reason, Durga advices me to write the recipes with approximate measurements to help in teaching. So, I start the work with Sindhi recipes.

After some time, I hear Jay informing Durga that 'they' are leaving for the work. I lift my gaze to find Gaurav is opening the door to leave.

He neither turned to inform that he is leaving or said bye. He just left without a glance at my direction as if I am an invisible object.

The loud bang of the door closing brings tears to my eyes. Is he angry with me? Does he hate me? Have I disappointed him?

I excuse myself to walk towards the guest room and stand at the window to glance down, where his car is parked. I watch him coming after a minute and waving at Jay before sitting in his car.

I lift my hand to wave at him when he glances up at me, only to look away immediately and start the car to leave.

He is angry and hates me now.

I turn around with disappointment and tears in my eyes, only to find Durga, smiling at me by leaning against the door frame.

Then she asks, "Upset?"

I lower my gaze and shake my head in negative, though I want to cry, call him back to scold and slap for ignoring me.

How can he hug and kiss me, I mean my forehead last night then ignore in the morning?

As if knowing the truth, she blames mockingly, "Someone thinks that they are an expert in hiding their true emotions."

I don't face her as I know, she is good at reading minds by observing the facial expressions. She is even good with handling difficult situations and helping everyone in the best possible way.

But this issue is mine and his only.

I feel her walking closer and comment, "Just as someone isolates herself, there is someone, who ignores and doesn't talk."

I face her to find her smiling at me then assures, "But don't worry, he will come along. He can't stay annoyed for long and especially with someone for whom he has craved to talk for 10 long days."

I look away, unable to form words in response to hers and she walks closer to ask, "I will not interfere between you and him, but as his best friend and non-biological mother, can I say something?"

I nod after facing her and she states, "Gaurav is an emotional man, Roshni. But he will never express his true emotions unless you ask him. I am not blaming you for what you did in the past days. Your life has been a bigger mess than his and I understand, the pain of never getting enough support. I also know, he can give you that undivided support, but you need to allow him. Pushing him away will hurt his feelings and he won't even complain, though it will affect your relationship. So, don't be scared to trust him and share your thoughts. He cares for you too much to even make you sad, so surely hurting is impossible."

She raises her eyebrows with hope, shining in her eyes and I nod in response, genuinely considering her words. I have never doubted him, but I am not habitual of sharing my every thought.

I do share with my three Musketeers, but when I realise, they have their own life and issues. I restrain myself and don't bother them much. Even I need to be a listener and supporter for them, it can't always be my life and topics.

I take a deep breath and assure her, "I will take care to not push him away again. Actually, it was never my intention. People have always complained without even listening to much of my problems or thoughts. So, I keep them to myself in fear to receive more blames. It has become my natural behaviour."

She takes my hand to caress with her both and states, "I understand Roshni, but you should change that behaviour now. He won't ever complain for anything and will always understand. Come on, he never complained during his relationship with that bi!ch and you are his FIRST BEST after all."

I chuckle at the memory and she giggles before giving me a hug to whisper, "Trust him, Roshni. He is nothing like your ex."

She pulls away and I nod again then she decides to leave for work and give me time to plan my new work as I took a holiday from Papa's office.

Plus, I should think over my and his relation.

#

I open the main door after hearing the bell to find my mother-in-law at the doorstep. Smiling at her, I step aside to let her enter and greet her with a hug. I am truly happy to see her.

She asks with uncertainty, "I hope you didn't mind my uninformed arrival. Actually I went to the mall and saw your husband's favourite perfume. So, got a bottle for him."

Passing me the shopping bag, she continues, "You must have noticed, he uses this perfume daily."

I nod even though I was never in the room when he dressed up. But obviously his mother would think, we dress up in each other's presence as we are married.

I ask her to sit on the couch and walk towards the kitchen to get her a glass of water after keeping the perfume in the bedroom. I sit beside her and ask her for beverages or snacks.

But she denies with a slight blush, "No sweetheart, I don't need anything. I will be leaving soon as I have a date with your father-in-law tonight at the garden restaurant. We haven't got time to spend alone since the wedding preparations, so he finally planned now."

I smile at her words with pure joy as their relationship is envy worthy with the way they pamper and love each other even after 35 years of marriage. The adoration and respect for the other is crystal clear in their eyes. I wish, every couple gets such love in their life.

She takes my hand, breaking my thought process and confesses with a smile, "Roshni, I am so happy that I can't express in words to you."

I assume, she is happy for the date tonight, but she elaborates, correcting me, "My son is happy and settled with the perfect girl. You know, I was so worried for him because he lived alone, never cared for himself and his smile never filled his eyes with happiness. But now I can see that he is happy and it happened after you entered his life. He has that constant glint of joy and playfulness back in his eyes."

I fail to utter a word in response and she tightens her hold before requesting, "Just promise me if you both ever had problems in this marriage then you would try your best to sort out. You can come to me and I promise to never be biased towards my son. You are my daughter now and I will pull his ears or even slap him if he is wrong. But don't let it end, promise me."

She wraps her other hand around our connected ones and looks at me with hopeful eyes. But I don't know, whether to promise her or not.

We are just going through a fight, maybe a silent and unannounced one, where I have no idea, how we will patch-up.

Although I don't even want to disappoint her. She truly cares for her son and treats me as a daughter. I can't misuse the trust, she has on me.

I suddenly feel guilty to hide the reality of this marriage. Her son is lying to her because of me and I am playing with her feelings.

Maybe that's the reason why I always face problems in my life and happiness is an occasional guest. Karma comes back to me for my mistakes. I am responsible for my problems and no one else.

I am pulled out of my thoughts by her as she asks, "What's the matter, Roshni? Did Gaurav say something inappropriate to you?"

I shake my head and force a smile before explaining, "No, he didn't say anything inappropriate, in fact, he is very understanding and mature. The point is that we have just begin our relationship and I don't know, what the future will hold."

She smiles before commenting, "That's where the couple's bonding comes into picture, darling."

I frown at her words and she explains, "What do you think me and your father-in-law have never faced any problems? Only difficult situations can make the relationship beautiful and strong. I know, this is a very early stage to predict your and Gaurav's future. But the care for each other, confidence on your intentions and stubbornness to stay with your partner are enough to never break the relation."

She cups my face and continues, "And I have seen care with confidence in your eyes. I just need to know whether you are stubborn enough to never let him go and break this relation. Tell me, Roshni."

For some reason, I neither think nor hesitate to assure with a nod, "I promise you that I will never break this relation unless Gaurav wants because no relationship remains beautiful or strong when either of them is forced to stay."

She chuckles, while releasing my face and hand before informing confidently, "Then I can enjoy my date tension free because my son is too happy to have second thoughts."

I smile at her words and we start to plan a family day since I haven't spent much time with them. She informed everyone talks about me daily and asked to come to meet them whether Gaurav accompanies or not. She said that home is mine as well and I should visit them without hesitation.

I faced tough time in controlling my tears after hearing her words and promised her to visit soon. Then she left and I thought about my promise. I need to know why he is ignoring and sort the matter, tonight itself.

#

I jump at my spot on hearing the sudden bang of the main door and exit the kitchen to find him, dropping his car keys in the basket.

I walk closer with a smile and ask, "Today, you have used the keys to enter, instead of ringing the doorbell."

He just nods without sparing me a glance and walks towards our bedroom. I follow behind him to enter the room, but immediately close my eyes as he stands shirtless near the bed.

I clear my throat and inform, "Gaurav, I.."

I stop, hearing the door shutting sound and open my eyes to find him no where in the room. Then I hear the shower sound and glare at the bathroom door.

Ok, I was worst than him during the 10 days, but we hugged and he kissed me, I mean on my forehead last night. So, why is he ignoring me now?

Being as stubborn as humanly impossible, I march towards the bathroom and knock on the door twice. But he doesn't respond, so I bang my fist on the door multiple times.

Then he yells, "What?"

I yell back, "Open the damn door."

He yells, "I am butt naked."

I yell again, "Then use the freaking towel on the shelf."

He yells back, "I need to finish my shower, but the door is unlocked, so you are most welcome for a chat under the shower."

My eyes widen in shock at his offer and I stand there speechless. But snap out of it when I hear his faint chuckle from the other side. I stare at the door with burning rage and decide to enter the bathroom, allowing my stubbornness to overpower the rational thoughts.

If he thinks, he will ignore me and make fun of this situation then he is highly mistaken. He is naked, so he should worry for his dignity and not me.

I twist the handle and open the door, only to hear a profanity from him at the same time and the shower being turned off. I glance at the shower panel and find his lower region, roughly wrapped with a towel.

Thank God for the towel reaching at the right place and at the right time.

He wipes his wet face with free hand and yells, "What the hell!"

I comment with a shrug, "You invited me."

He orders, "Get out."

I cross my arms in fury and demand, "No, first tell me, why are you ignoring me since morning?"

He retorts with a glare, "Why? Only you have taken the patent rights to ignore people?"

I ask with a frown, "Are you taking revenge?"

He sighs, while shaking his head in disbelief and comments, "You think so low of me!"

I open my mouth to reply, but he scolds, "Will you please get out, Roshni? I am 60% naked and haven't your parents taught you to never see a man naked?"

For some reason, I find this situation funny and state innocently, "But you are my hubby and they taught me to never see a man naked, except my husband."

I press my lips to not giggle as he glares at me, but soon his glare turns into smirk and he walks closer, reducing my grin.

What is he doing?

He answers my unasked question, "Actually even my parents taught me to only see my wifey naked. So, come here cutie pie and show me your sexy curve."

My eyes widen in shock and before he can reach me, I push his approaching hand away and run out of the bathroom. I ignore his sugary calls to return in his arms and rush to the kitchen.

Damn him!

#

Now I am back to glaring at him as he chews his food by completely ignoring me AGAIN.

I sigh before asking, "Why are you ignoring me? Is it because of my behavior?"

He shrugs without facing me and comments, "You were right at your part."

I frown at his words and ask in a surprisingly helpless tone, "Then why haven't you talked with me since morning, Gaurav?"

He sighs, while grabbing the piece of cucumber and replies, "There was nothing to talk and you had your friends with you then what was my need?"

What was his need?

From when did 'need' came in our relationship?

Before I can even react, he continues, "Plus, you had to focus on your new work. Cooking is not a topic for me to interfere or give advice because I hardly know anything to cook. So, I didn't disturb you."

Disturb? His simple greetings wouldn't have disturbed me.

Then he adds, "And you had so many things to plan then how can I control your actions by making you talk with me."

Control. You cannot control someone with talks.

I open my mouth to correct him, but he calls Jay and starts talking with him. He ignores my presence and eat his dinner.

Suddenly I lost my appetite and stand to walk towards our room. Since our patch-up last night, I am sleeping here.

But I guess, it was my mistake to assume the problems between us has sorted. We are still standing where we had yesterday and nothing has changed.

And right now I really want to sleep. I want to feel numb because the discomfort and uneasiness in my chest is becoming unbearable.

I lay on my stomach, resting the side of my face on the pillow and instantly my eyes well up with tears. I bite my lower lip to not cry, but my stupid eyes doesn't follow my brain's command. They open the shutter to let the tears flow from my eyes.

Eyes are the most rigid organ on the God's green, but slowly polluting planet earth.

I wipe my tears and close my eyes, taking deep breaths and hoping to stop the flow. But my eyes somehow manage to push some tears out of my system. So, I clench the bedsheet and let my eyes dehydrate me.

Stupid eyes!

I feel a familiar hand, wiping my tears and open my eyes to find him, laying on his side to face me.

I sniff before asking in a brittle voice, "Why are you here? You are not NEEDED to CONTROL me, so don't DISTURB me."

He CHUCKLES, while wiping the remaining of my tears and I don't stop him. Then he shifts closer to lay beside me and cups my cheek.

He asks in a soft tone, "It hurts to be ignored by your friend when they have grown closer, right?"

I slap his hand away and retort, "So, you were making me realise my mistake for ignoring you for 10 days?"

He smiles after holding my same hand and states, "No, it wasn't about us because we aren't as close as you are with your three Musketeers."

I frown at his words and he informs, "I have heard that you left them twice."

I lower my gaze and complain in a low voice, "My friends are telling you everything as if you are my fourth Musketeer."

He chuckles before commenting, "I thought being your husband and living together would make me special."

I face him to announce in a serious tone, "Only my three Musketeers are special."

He raises his eyebrows and asks, "Then why did you leave them?"

I twist the corner of the pillow after looking away and share, "First time, we had a misunderstanding and one of them said some colorful words to me. Those words didn't hurt much, but her behaviour reminded me of my ex. The combination was too painful to think rationally because I never expected her to react in that way."

I didn't tell him with whom, I had that incident because that matter is reserved between me and my three Musketeers. Not everyone has to know, despite of their position in our life. Even Harry is unaware and I am glad, Gaurav didn't ask.

Though he reasons, "People commit mistake."

I nod before whispering, "It got attached to those memories, so I was only able to forgive her. But I couldn't forget her words."

A lone tear escapes my eye and his thumb came quickly to wipe it before asking, "Second time?"

I sniff before informing, "I am possessive towards my friends because I didn't want to lose anyone of them. They are too precious to me and that scared me to ruin Navu's relation with Harry. During the initial stage of their marriage, I was demanding her time more than Candy or Jerry because I thought Harry is stealing Navu from me. Though neither of them complained as they knew, I was feeling lonely."

I sniff again and add, "But I realised my mistake that I am being a worst and selfish friend. Navu deserved the love and attention from Harry."

I face him and inform, "And you know, I gifted her a beautiful dream on her last birthday when she was single. A dream to get a Prince, who will shower her with love and attention, which I never got. So-"

He interrupts me with a frown, "What do you mean by gifting her a dream?"

I think for a moment before confessing, "Sometimes, I write stories and random scenes to escape from the reality. It doesn't help completely, but gives the needed distraction to not sulk in a corner and cry."

He nods at my words and I continue, "I wrote a beautiful date with an imaginary figure and named him 'Prince' on her birthday. I gifted her a dream to get a man, who will shower her with unconditional love and attention. He will bring happiness in her life and never make her cry."

I lower my gaze and continue, "But when she got Harry, the perfect guy as I wanted my friend to have and make her life beautiful. I turned selfish and before I could ruin anything, I decided to leave. I am not fit for company."

I play with the corner of the pillow again and he asks, "If you were not fit for company then why would they return and give you the same undivided support? Why would they come to you in just one call? Why would Naveena and Surithi lecture me before marriage on taking care of you? And do you know, Jinal threatens me till date?"

I don't reply as I know, they love me unconditionally and would keep caring even after I pull any stupid stunt on them.

But his next words, surprise me, "Why would I struggle to bring you in my life? Why wouldn't I try to get a girl, who could be a lover to me?"

I face him and he moves his hand to cup my face before explaining, "Making or ruining a friendship is never a single person's call, you said it, right?"

I nod, staring into his eyes and he continues, "You had to meet them, they had to become your precious three Musketeers and despite two of you being married, it doesn't take much effort to bring the four of you under the same roof. My one message for your new work and they came today at 6 am, sacrificing their sleep. Do you think, your possessiveness will really ruin it? Because I think, your possessiveness will keep you all connected and care for each other even after 10 years down the line."

He caresses my cheek with his thumb and demands, "You isolated yourself, didn't allow anyone to help you and you hurt yourself more than anyone. Was it worth it when you have 6 friends, who can even jump off the cliff on your single word? Was it right?"

I still don't reply, failing to form words and he shifts more closer before explaining, "Friends don't hide and if they do then they aren't friends. You were crying on my ignorance of few hours, but you ignored me for 10 days, Roshni. For 10 days, I missed talking to you, sharing my painful and happy memories. I was worried for you because I know, how much you crave for support in your slumber. I cursed myself for misplacing the key of the guest room's door. I hardly slept during those nights because I was thinking whether the pillow was enough to hold for you. Creating distance should have been our call, Roshni. Not just yours."

Guilt and regret are the only emotions, I am feeling now. I shouldn't have pushed him, but the fear of losing him and others is still fixed in my heart. I have many flaws and they deserve better.

As if reading my thoughts, he promises, "You will never lose me, I will stay by your side in every stage of your life."

I guess, my vocal cords are stolen because not a single word leaves my lips, but my eyes do respond by allowing many tears to flow. He wipes them and this time, I move closer to hug him. His hand goes to stoke my hair, trying to comfort me and I lose control over myself as I cry.

He whispers, "You know, you are a baby. Crying when you can't express your emotions in words or gesture."

I pull away to face him and apologise, "I am sorry."

He shakes his head in negative and wipes my tears before asking, "Can I kiss you?"

I sniff before whispering, "You don't have to ask me each time."

Smiling, he cups my cheek and leans closer to kiss my forehead then pulls me again in his embrace. I close my eyes and allow myself to relax under his care.

Though he makes me cry each time we have a serious discussion, I fear to lose him instead of fearing from him. His each word and gesture, reflects only care and support.

It gives me confidence that he will never hurt me and keep me happy.

And I feel LUCKY to have him.

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