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Thanks to everyone who left a comment last time - they were all sooo sweet and I was really touched by them 😳 Here is my next part; hope you all enjoy it as much:
Chapter 8 – Kaajjal Comes Home
"Aram se," Dev said as he escorted Kaajjal through the door of their cottage.
He had his arm about her waist and he was making her walk slowly and carefully. He had brought one of her arms about his neck and he held her wrist tightly. He was frightened to let her go, fearing that she was still to fragile after her fainting to walk alone and anxious for their child. Kaajjal was mildly amused by his behaviour but though she rolled her eyes and insisted she was fine he wasn't listening to her. She was forced to submit to his concern and allow him to guide her through to their room.
"Dev, there's no need for this," she sighed as he made her lie down. "I feel perfectly fine."
"Kaajjal, you are not fine," he told her firmly. "You fainted and you are still light headed. And now it's not just you I have to take care of: I have our baby to think of too."
Kaajjal smiled at him and curled her fingers about his hand. Looking deep into his eyes she saw the concern deepening the shade of his irises and it melted her heart. Thinking back to when they had first met she mused that she never would have believed he that he could have such deep compassion buried within him. He was the most caring person she had ever met and she was awed at the love she saw in his eyes. His brow was slightly creased with worry lines and he stroked his fingers gently through her hair as she lay gazing up at him. It was a soothing sensation and she could feel her eyes begin to close.
When she woke up it was dark and two small candles were flickering away on the dressing table. Their soft romantic light bathed the room in a gentle glow and the shadows of the flames danced across the ceiling. Pushing herself up Kaajjal looked around for any sign of Dev, but he was not in the room. Climbing out the bed she advanced towards the door and nearly collided with him as he entered with a tray of food and garam chai.
"Ah there you are!" she cried, smiling at him.
"What are you doing out of bed?" he asked her, placing the tray down and taking her arm gently. "It's not good for you to be wandering about. Come on, sit back down and have something to eat."
"Dev, what is this?" she sighed, resisting his attempt to lead her back to the bed. "I'm pregnant not ill. I can at least walk about, nah?"
"Kaajjal," he said authoritatively. "I won't have any arguments. It's my duty to take care of you and our baby and that's what I'm doing."
"Par Dev..." she began.
"Kaajjal!" he replied in a stern tone, as if she were a naughty child.
Sighing and rolling her eyes again she gave in and walked back to the bed, allowing him to pull the covers about her and prop a pillow up at her back. Taking the tray he sat next to her and smiled brightly as she looked up at him with a long suffering expression, her eyebrows arched and lines creasing her forehead.
"How's that?" he asked her cheerfully.
"I feel like a goat," she muttered.
"What was that?" he asked her.
"Kuch nahin," she sighed.
Dev smiled at her and began folding a piece of paratha, scooping up some chutney from the plate. Kaajjal sighed again and pushed herself further up in the bed.
"Dev, please, bas karo!" she cried. "You're making me feel like an invalid. I'm okay. I can walk about and feed myself perfectly well."
"I'm just taking care of you Kaajjal," he told her.
"But I don't need taking care of!" she snapped, petulantly turning her head away.
Dev felt her words sting his heart like a burning arrow and his throat contracted with a lump. Setting the tray aside he turned his head away as tears began to cloud his eyes.
"Kaajjal," he said quietly. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you. I must be a bad husband. I have always been selfish and I have always felt I didn't deserve you. Why a beautiful, carefree and spirited girl like you ever chose me I often wonder. And I realise I am only making you unhappy. I'll go and leave you alone now, but Kaajjal, whenever something happens to you it pains me inside. The slightest sorrow of yours, the smallest of aches, they cleft my heart. I can't ever bear to see you suffer one little bit. I've tried to take all your sorrow and make it mine, but pata nahin kyun I seem to have failed somewhere as I'm only hurting you. I'm sorry Kaajjal."
Choked with emotion he rose to go. Kaajjal had listened to his words with a growing sense of guilt. Tears had welled up in the backs of her eyes and her heart suddenly felt stabbed right through. She berated herself for getting angry with him when all he had done was love her and care about her. When he rose to go her heart missed a startled beat and whipping her head round her hand shot out and curled round his wrist.
"Dev!" she cried in a panic. "Mat jao, please."
His heart skipped a beat and he closed his eyes, suppressing the tears and taking a deep breath. Slowly he turned and looked at her and the remorse on her face shattered his fragile heart. Instantly worried for her he sat back down and ran his thumb under her eyes, catching the first tears as they spilled over. He shook his head at her, his eyes filled with anguish and she gazed back at him helplessly, unable to speak for the emotion choking her throat.
"Don't cry Kaajjal," he told her. "Please don't cry because of me."
"I'm so sorry Dev," she sobbed. "I hurt you and I hate myself for it. Please mujhe maaf kardo. I was being stubborn and selfish. Of course you will worry about me and the baby. I don't know what all I was thinking."
"Bas," he said, placing a finger to her lips. "Don't say anything else. You have nothing to be sorry for."
Her lips quivered and her eyes swam with tears but she said nothing. Dev couldn't bear the grief in her countenance and he folded her into his arms, letting her cool tears fall at his neck and holding her tightly until her sobs subsided. When she pulled back she smiled a teary smile at him and sniffed loudly, trying to laugh at herself.
"Better?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"Here, eat this," he suggested, holding the paratha out to her.
Smiling she placed her hand over his and let him feed her. They smiled adoringly at one another and when Kaajjal had taken a bite she made sure Dev ate from her hands too. Once the meal was over they curled down next to one another, their hands joined over her stomach and they spent the night weaving dreams for their unborn child. Never had a night passed so sweetly for either of them and when they at last fell asleep it was with contented smiles on their faces.
So tell me, how was that? Do you want me to skip forward 9 months for the birth of Dev jr? 😳 Do let me know what you think.
Anu 😃
Chapter 8 – Kaajjal Comes Home
"Aram se," Dev said as he escorted Kaajjal through the door of their cottage.
He had his arm about her waist and he was making her walk slowly and carefully. He had brought one of her arms about his neck and he held her wrist tightly. He was frightened to let her go, fearing that she was still to fragile after her fainting to walk alone and anxious for their child. Kaajjal was mildly amused by his behaviour but though she rolled her eyes and insisted she was fine he wasn't listening to her. She was forced to submit to his concern and allow him to guide her through to their room.
"Dev, there's no need for this," she sighed as he made her lie down. "I feel perfectly fine."
"Kaajjal, you are not fine," he told her firmly. "You fainted and you are still light headed. And now it's not just you I have to take care of: I have our baby to think of too."
Kaajjal smiled at him and curled her fingers about his hand. Looking deep into his eyes she saw the concern deepening the shade of his irises and it melted her heart. Thinking back to when they had first met she mused that she never would have believed he that he could have such deep compassion buried within him. He was the most caring person she had ever met and she was awed at the love she saw in his eyes. His brow was slightly creased with worry lines and he stroked his fingers gently through her hair as she lay gazing up at him. It was a soothing sensation and she could feel her eyes begin to close.
When she woke up it was dark and two small candles were flickering away on the dressing table. Their soft romantic light bathed the room in a gentle glow and the shadows of the flames danced across the ceiling. Pushing herself up Kaajjal looked around for any sign of Dev, but he was not in the room. Climbing out the bed she advanced towards the door and nearly collided with him as he entered with a tray of food and garam chai.
"Ah there you are!" she cried, smiling at him.
"What are you doing out of bed?" he asked her, placing the tray down and taking her arm gently. "It's not good for you to be wandering about. Come on, sit back down and have something to eat."
"Dev, what is this?" she sighed, resisting his attempt to lead her back to the bed. "I'm pregnant not ill. I can at least walk about, nah?"
"Kaajjal," he said authoritatively. "I won't have any arguments. It's my duty to take care of you and our baby and that's what I'm doing."
"Par Dev..." she began.
"Kaajjal!" he replied in a stern tone, as if she were a naughty child.
Sighing and rolling her eyes again she gave in and walked back to the bed, allowing him to pull the covers about her and prop a pillow up at her back. Taking the tray he sat next to her and smiled brightly as she looked up at him with a long suffering expression, her eyebrows arched and lines creasing her forehead.
"How's that?" he asked her cheerfully.
"I feel like a goat," she muttered.
"What was that?" he asked her.
"Kuch nahin," she sighed.
Dev smiled at her and began folding a piece of paratha, scooping up some chutney from the plate. Kaajjal sighed again and pushed herself further up in the bed.
"Dev, please, bas karo!" she cried. "You're making me feel like an invalid. I'm okay. I can walk about and feed myself perfectly well."
"I'm just taking care of you Kaajjal," he told her.
"But I don't need taking care of!" she snapped, petulantly turning her head away.
Dev felt her words sting his heart like a burning arrow and his throat contracted with a lump. Setting the tray aside he turned his head away as tears began to cloud his eyes.
"Kaajjal," he said quietly. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you. I must be a bad husband. I have always been selfish and I have always felt I didn't deserve you. Why a beautiful, carefree and spirited girl like you ever chose me I often wonder. And I realise I am only making you unhappy. I'll go and leave you alone now, but Kaajjal, whenever something happens to you it pains me inside. The slightest sorrow of yours, the smallest of aches, they cleft my heart. I can't ever bear to see you suffer one little bit. I've tried to take all your sorrow and make it mine, but pata nahin kyun I seem to have failed somewhere as I'm only hurting you. I'm sorry Kaajjal."
Choked with emotion he rose to go. Kaajjal had listened to his words with a growing sense of guilt. Tears had welled up in the backs of her eyes and her heart suddenly felt stabbed right through. She berated herself for getting angry with him when all he had done was love her and care about her. When he rose to go her heart missed a startled beat and whipping her head round her hand shot out and curled round his wrist.
"Dev!" she cried in a panic. "Mat jao, please."
His heart skipped a beat and he closed his eyes, suppressing the tears and taking a deep breath. Slowly he turned and looked at her and the remorse on her face shattered his fragile heart. Instantly worried for her he sat back down and ran his thumb under her eyes, catching the first tears as they spilled over. He shook his head at her, his eyes filled with anguish and she gazed back at him helplessly, unable to speak for the emotion choking her throat.
"Don't cry Kaajjal," he told her. "Please don't cry because of me."
"I'm so sorry Dev," she sobbed. "I hurt you and I hate myself for it. Please mujhe maaf kardo. I was being stubborn and selfish. Of course you will worry about me and the baby. I don't know what all I was thinking."
"Bas," he said, placing a finger to her lips. "Don't say anything else. You have nothing to be sorry for."
Her lips quivered and her eyes swam with tears but she said nothing. Dev couldn't bear the grief in her countenance and he folded her into his arms, letting her cool tears fall at his neck and holding her tightly until her sobs subsided. When she pulled back she smiled a teary smile at him and sniffed loudly, trying to laugh at herself.
"Better?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"Here, eat this," he suggested, holding the paratha out to her.
Smiling she placed her hand over his and let him feed her. They smiled adoringly at one another and when Kaajjal had taken a bite she made sure Dev ate from her hands too. Once the meal was over they curled down next to one another, their hands joined over her stomach and they spent the night weaving dreams for their unborn child. Never had a night passed so sweetly for either of them and when they at last fell asleep it was with contented smiles on their faces.
So tell me, how was that? Do you want me to skip forward 9 months for the birth of Dev jr? 😳 Do let me know what you think.
Anu 😃
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