Chapter-22

As soon as the car stopped Aarohi got down and swas about to leave but stopped herself.

She doesn't remember on which floor he lived. Abhimanyu started whistling as he understood her dilemma. He jumped out of the car and took the luggage in his hand.

Aarohi took the smallest bag and he didn't say or stop her from doing so which made her frown.

“Stop expecting me from lifting all your luggage. I am a feminist and I believe in equality.” he said as they walked towards the lift.

Aarohi scoffed at his words but stayed calm. Didn't she just now mention that she wouldn't talk to him? And how he asked her to stick to her words? She is going to stick to them no matter what!

She is determined to do so!

They both are very calm in the entire lift until it reached the penthouse area and then she remembered the time she spent here which ofcourse was two days.

She looked at him all the while as he  unlocked the door and removed her footwear before entering his home.

Phew

Aarohi took her luggage from his hand and reached out to the master bedroom that she shared (unfortunately) the last time with him.

It kinda felt home in that room for some reason and she didn't want to to ponder on why and what.

As soon as she exited for the room Abhimanyu sat in the couch and sighed deeply.

Aarohi is here. In his apartment, in his house, in his room! He want to smack his head to the wall and stand infront of a passing train and die for accepting this marriage.

Indeed what Nidhi said was true. He is such a fool to love this brainless woman. Ofcourse he still loves her that she is brainless cause she looks so cute while being confused. But ofcourse again not with her life. But then again the way she scrunches her nose when she gets some doubt or way she frowns blankly at nowhere when she didn't understand something looks so cute that he wants to play with those squeezy peezy chee- okay. Over. It is going too much!

Abhimanyu stayed outside while Aarohi settled inside his room. He is going to take his things to the guest bedroom and stay there until she is here. Her comfort is what it matters to him the most.

Aarohi fell on the bed with her arms spread wide on the bed as she stared at ceiling. She don't want to open the door even though she got freshen up and cleaned herself. She just want to forget for sometime that she is single and is staying in her personal comfort place!

Will Abhimanyu mind if I sleep here?

Ahhh, it is Abhi. I will open the door and let him know I am done freshing up and will sleep for sometime.

She thought and lazily got yo from the bed and informed him she is done and would be sleeping for sometime to which he nodded.

Aarohi pulled the covers up and sighed with content and she for some reason fell in peace.

She don't want to accept but, being in his presence and inhaling his scent always calmed her stupid heart down, and cool her stupid soul.

Abhimanyu entered the room when he no longer heard any movements and was greeted with the most adorable sight he ever had.

There she was, sleeping in his bed, with his comforter tightly wrapped around her as she looked like a caterpillar cocooning itself.

He chuckled to himself at that thought and went near her. He sat near her legs and saw them out and sighed. She was always like this! Keeping her legs out of the comforter so that neither she can feel extreme hot in the comforter and cool when she keep her body out of it.

He smiled. Even though his insides screamed at him to leave her there and run far away. But he couldn't. He couldn't do anything but love her more. He couldn't do anything but to love her more. He couldn't do anything more than admiring this adorable pumpkin. Whatever she is, she is Aarohi. His Aarohi.

He felt his hands moving to her legs and remembered how she told her mother about waiting for twenty minutes for him. He touched her feet and started pressing them lightly as a massage.

He heard her moan in her sleep and even though it did unexplainable things to his lower region he decided to ignore it.

He started massaging her legs and touched her feet. He grazed his fingers slightly over her toes and watched her curl them. She have this beautiful mole just on her ankle region, a dark one which is also small. He smiled and touched it with content.

He got up and patted her head, his heart flooding with love and affection for her. He knew she doesn't deserve this! Heck he is angry on himself for loving her even after she openly said she can never love him. But what is he going to tell to his poor heart which already lost itself to this heartless human who only till now broke his heart into pieces and stepped in his soul multiple times?

But then again, love is something you can never stop...

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It was dark when Aarohi woke up and looked at the clock ahead to see the time as six in the evening. The door is closed and she can't hear a single shit from outside so she don't know whether her husband is there or not.

She got up from the bed and folded the comforter and placed it at the end of the bed neatly before leaving to washroom. After washing her face she took one.towel from cupboard and dried her fave with it.

She looked herself in the mirror to see herself in a baby pink kurta paired with a white leggings and her hair is neatly braided as a pinch of vermillion is present on her start of her near the partition. The gold Mangalsutra in her neck and the colour glass bangles she wore... She looked completely married and she liked it too, but...

Sighing she walked out of the room and found her husband in a grey colour half sleeved shirt with white shorts. He is preparing food and somewhere in a corner of that little cold heart melted at that. She dreamt this moment so many times and this came true with an unexpected person whom she is not ready to accept.

She walked towards him and asked if she could help in anyway. That was genuine but Abhimanyu has to be Abhimanyu.

“Yeah please shut your mouth and take your presence from here. I am busy cooking.”

Yeah. That's what you tell to your wife when she offers to help.

Rot in hell.

She thought before stomping to the living room.

Abhimanyu smiled. He don't want her to work here. He want her to relax and spend time to herself. He want her to be lazy and forget everything while he will pamper her. He want to take care of her bare minimum needs.

They both had a quiet dinner. He cooked egg fried rice. Aarohi didn't want to admit but she want to die literally with that amazing taste. Her taste buds danced in joy at that marvellous perfect mixture of masala and all other spices with hint of coriander leaves crunching under her teeth as the egg pieces tasted very well absorbing all the masala and salt.

After dinner Abhimanyu went to guest room taking his things for which Aarohi was very glad. She again took the comforter this time taking a pillow in her hand she hugged it tightly and slept peacefully inhaling the scent of certain someone's on it. Shhh don't tell him!

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