#3 FF: Love Starts After Marriage-2 (Epilogue, pg.119, dt.03/05) - Page 44

However much I love this story I don't want any other sad moments between RishBala... they've already been through so much! Still its upto you... do as you wish 😊

If it'd have been upto me I'd have asked you to never end this... however that's not possible... So whatever you think is best!

awww...that was such a cute update...sultan-madhu scenes are always a treat to read...& a frustrated RK in between...loved the change of rules...now we can get more amd more Rishbala kisses...

Awesome chapter dear !
Finally madhu is back to mumbai. I totally enjoy rearing sultha and madhu bickering , god! These two will never get tired of getting on rk's nerve with their fights.
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Waiting to read more about thus couple

Great update, do.😛

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Part 43 - Bliss Amiss!

"I Wish Love Was Like A Baby's Shampoo With The 'No More Tears' Slogan"

(RK's POV)

(3 YEARS LATER)

"Hey, beautiful" I whisper when I lift my sleepy head from Madhu's chest & meet her eyes. She is smiling sweetly at me as her hand lovingly combs my messy hair.

"I love you" she whispers & leaning her head up a little she kisses my lips softly.

"Ahaan! What a gratifying words to hear from one's wife that too early in the morning" I tell, teasing her.

"Sleep, Okay?" I ask Madhu.

"Yep!"

"How many times you woke up last night?"

"He kept me up most of the night & then when he let me sleep, my crazy husband didn't let me sleep." She says trying & failing to act pissed.

"You kept me awake till early morning with your shenanigans. I didn't get much sleep" she pouts cutely.

"You know... It's hard to keep my hands off when my wife lies beside me all sexy & alluring in her short night gown... So I lose my control" I say & run my fingers up her thighs. "Rishu, no" she holds my hand & stops me. I sigh.

"Well, now you can sleep, baby." I tell grinning.

"I wish I could but he must be up. I will go feed him." She pushes me gently & tries to get up.

"I fed him only an hour back & he is sleeping peacefully so don't disturb him" I say & pull Madhu back onto the bed imprisoning her.

"Roshan is such a sweet boy nah?" Madhu asks. I nod smilingly. "Sultan & Dipali are lucky to have him as their son" Roshan Kapoor is Sultan's two years old son. Dipali is unwell & admitted in hospital for two days, so Sultan asked us to look after his son as he can't keep the baby with him in hospital. It was easy to handle Roshan at day times as he mostly played with his toy cars & Madhu & I just watch over him. But at night times, we had a great deal handling him. He cried for sleep but the naughty boy didn't sleep or let us sleep. He cried in hunger but didn't eat. In spite of being empty stomach he managed to poop twice. Nasty boy!

He wanted only his mommy. Thanks heaven, she will be discharged from hospital this evening & she will be taking him home back as she missed him badly.

"Yes, they are lucky."

"But we are not" she says sorrowfully.

"We will be too, one day" I reassure her but she smiles sadly, not believing my words. Madhu had polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) & hormonal imbalance but necessary treatments were taken years back but still she couldn't conceive.

"Are you happy?" She asks me.

"Of course I am because I have you" I kiss her lips tenderly.

"But without a kid?"

"We will surely be blessed with a kid one day... till then I love keeping you for myself."

"You are so possessive."

"So you are." I run my nose down hers.

"Shall we take a short trip?" I ask to distract her. She is so low & depressed lately.

"I have work" she declines.

"Hmm... then shall I at least take you out for dinner, tonight?" I ask to cheer up her mood.

"Um... but Roshan..."
"Sultan & dips will be coming over here by evening to take him with them, then we can go out, okay?"

"Okay!" she smiles weakly.

~~0~~

"Hey, Devil" Sultan says.

"Sultan, don't call your son devil. He is a sweet boy." Madhu chides him.

"Oh hello, I called you 'Devil' not my son." Sultan pulls her leg.

"How are you, Dips?" I ask as Sultan & Dipali takes the seat on the couch.

"Feeling much better" She smiles. She was admitted in hospital for severe stomach ache & found out that she had kidney stone but now happy see her fine after treated well.

"Hey, Baby Boy" Dipali stretches her hands for Roshan & he jumps into her arms from Madhu's hold.

"Did our boy troubled you guys?" Sultan asks

"Nope!" I smile & pull Madhu closer to me.

"I sure as hell he wouldn't have let you guys sleep?" Dipali says giggling.

"Ha! Yeah, that he did. But we had our moments with him. We turned to kids while we played with him & he acted like big boy when we watched horror movie with us" I tell them the sweet time we had with their little boy.

"You watched horror movie, my brave boy?" Sultan asks as he takes Roshan in his arm & places him on his lap.

"Zoobieee... Zoobiee, Daddy" he bounces in his lap excitedly saying he watched a zombie movie.

"So? You going to Singapore this weekend?" Sultan asks.

"Yep!" I nod. "You coming?" I ask Sultan.

"With you? Would love to" he grins. I shake my head. He will never change. I vaguely doubt he is more possessive for me than Madhu.

"You coming, Baby?" I ask Madhu.

"You are going on business right? Then why should I?" she asks, disinterested. Madhu is as busy as I am in work. She is doing exceptionally well running her dad's business. Malik uncle took his retirement from work a year ago giving all the responsibilities to Madhu. Of course I do help her at times if she asks me too, otherwise its all her blood & sweat. My wife always makes me proud.

"Of course I will be working but apart from that this Sunday is Steve's first birthday, so Nisha insists that we should come" What an irony? All our friends are having Baby boys. Siddarth Bhatia, Roshan Kapoor & Steve Micheal. And all the three are brats.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. She called me two days back & invited us. Of course we will go." Steve is Madhu's favorite kid among our friends kids as he is the youngest & sweetest among the three but I idly wonder that because Steve is so fond of Madhu, she likes him more. he gets clingy when he is in Madhu's arms. He licks Madhu's cheeks like a dog & later when I kiss Madhu I could smell the smell of milk on her cheek which I don't like so I ask Madhu to wash her face & come. Steve even likes messing with Madhu's silky hair. I always go in rescue when he pulls Madhu's hair or play with it. Boy, I love her long hair so dare you mess with it. But Madhu doesn't minds, she just enjoys playing with him, in fact with all our friends kids but at the end of the day when we are alone in our room she burst into tears hugging me. "I want my own child, Rishu... I can't bear this pain anymore. Why God is punishing us? We didn't do any harm to anyone right? Then why?" she cries inconsolably like a small baby & it gets really hard for me to stop her from crying & put her to sleep. She pretends to be happy & normal when we are around our family & friends but in the privacy of our room she confides all her worries to me. Though I yearn for a baby but I just act as if it didn't bother me but it really kills me from inside. I just bottle up my pain for the sake of Madhu. I force myself to show strong in front of her. If I get weak then I know I couldn't help her.

"Okay, Rk. We will go now." Sultan declares.

"Stay a little longer?" Madhu offers.

"We are coming straight from hospital so gotta go home & freshen up then Dipali needs some rest... so another day, okay?" Sultan asks. Madhu nods.

"Say bye to aunty, My baby" Dipali coos near her son's ear & kisses his head.

"Byeee" Roshan says cutely & kisses Madhu's cheek. Madhu ruffles his soft hair & caress his cheek. Then they are gone.

"Get ready, we will go for dinner" I tell Madhu as I close our main door.

"Um... Rishu... can we stay home? I will make something simple & quick for us to eat?" Madhu asks hesitantly. I knew it! This is the same happens every time our friends come to our home with their kids. She goes to depression mode. Seeing her like this hurts me more than that of not having a child.

"Rishu..."

"As you wish" I say irately & head to my study room to bury my head in work.

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(A month later)

Every month we spend one weekend at our parents place. Just a family get together which I liked the most previously but now a days I have started disliking coming over here as our moms keep probing Madhu about her health, her latest treatments, any good news, blah blah blah... I can't blame them for being excited to hear some happy news from us but they need to understand the fact that we will let them know if we have any. Their constant nagging is only increasing Madhu's anxiety & reducing her confidence level. They don't realize that they indirectly are hurting Madhu.

"Rishu, you still love me, right?" Madhu asks me. I close my eyes & fist my fingers to brace my anger. I am really getting annoyed with this question. She is asking the same question for years now. Her insecurity level just got heightened now as she feels I might leave her as she couldn't yield me my family heir.

"Next time you dare ask this question I will push you into this pool" I was getting irritated inside with my mom & padmini aunt's talk of asking Madhu to keep fasting & do some pooja crap so I came to the poolside to calm my nerves but here my wife is pissing me off! God! Soon I will go crazy.

"I want to know" she says looking down at her feet. Stubborn stubborn stubborn.

"f**k!" I throw my hands in air. "Why are you torturing me, Madhu?" I burst out.

"See, you have admitted yourself that I am torturing you." She says crying. I am sick of seeing her tears.

"Stop crying. We are at our parents place so don't create a scene. Just go to our room" I command.

"Tell me you love" I demands.

"When will you learn to trust me?" I ask angrily, taking a threatening step towards her. And that obviously shuts her mouth. Wiping her tears she slowly walks back to our room.

After some time when I walk into our room, I find Madhu talking with my mom.

"You don't worry, Madhu. You both still have age... I have known couples who had kids after so many years... its just three years of waiting for you so don't lose hope & trust me, soon you will have the most beautiful baby in this world." she says for which Madhu smiles weakly.

"Show your hand, I will tie this sacred thread on your wrist & see God will bless you with a baby"

"Madhu, we are going home, now" I tell her. She looks at me confused.

"Why, Rishab?" My mom asks. It's still Saturday. We will stay here till Sunday night every time we come here. But I can't! Not today. I really feel suffocated here.

"You coming or gonna stay here?" I ask Madhu. I don't mind if she wants to stay with her parents or mine. All I want is some peace of mind.

"I will... stay here & come home by Monday evening straight away from office." she whispers. Good move.

"Okay bye then" I lean & kiss her forehead. Then turn to my mom. "I have work, mom" I lie. "So I am leaving now. Bye. Take care" I kiss my mom's cheek & depart without looking back.

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Monday mid noon my Dad bursts into my office cabin to blast me for not focusing on business.

"You have f**ked two important deals, Rishab?" Dad scolds me. Of course my lack of preparation & hasty decisions lead us to lose two good deals & the money we could have made up from the deals.

"Dad, I..." I agree I couldn't concentrate on work. Even today's meeting didn't go well. I f**ked it again.

Lately I worry too much for Madhu. She is taking all my attention. I spend most of the time with her, taking her out for dinner, long drive, just a walk on beach, or tours to cheer her mood as I fear she will go into depression. I find ways to make her happy but at the end of the day I fail miserably. I have told her over and over again that her taking too much stress is also one scientific reason for not conceiving.

"Don't give me excuses, Rishab. I want result." he shows his hand stopping me from giving an excuse to him.

"See, Rishab... I have always seen you so dedicated & focused on work...even at hard times like when you got divorced with Madhu but what happened to you now?" That time I could focus on work knowing that my Madhu was happy unlike now.

"Thousands of people's lives depend on you, depend on every single move you take. Your decisions can make the deal or break the deal so buckle up & work hard to face the loss"

"I will" I promise.

"How is Madhu?" He asks me, now in a softer tone.

"She is fine" I tell dryly.

"Good but ask her not to burden you with her worries"

"That's none of your business. She is my wife & she has all the f**king right to share her happiness & sorrows with me." I tell brusquely & make my way out of my cabin leaving my dad bemused.

(Madhu's POV)

"Rishu..." I call walking out of our bedroom. I find him working on the couch with his laptop. He seems busy & tensed.

"Hmm..." He says not even looking at me but focusing on the laptop screen.

"You okay?" I ask.

He looks up at me & frowns.

"You look tired... You were working since you came from office. You still haven't removed your shoes or fresh up?"

"I will... shortly." He says drily & rubs his forehead.

"Is everything alright at office?" I ask still not convinced with his replies.

"Yeah, baby" he says & gives me a soft smile which didn't touch his eyes.

"You wanna tell something?" He asks. I nod.

"What?" He asks, his fingers automatically ceases from tapping the keyboard.

"You seem busy. I will talk to you later" I tell & went to kitchen to make dinner for us not waiting for his reply. I don't know how to start the topic but I need to. I need to tell him. I cant see him in pain & to know I can't bring happiness to him... It really kills me.

"Dinner is ready!" I announce emerging out from the kitchen. Rishu is still sprawled on the couch but now his laptop is shut down & placed on the center table.

"Hmm..."

"Rishu..." I start. I didn't have the courage to sit close to him & discuss this issue so I maintain a decent distant.

"What?" He asks. His eyes closed, his head resting on the back of the couch & his fingers unfastening his top two shirt buttons.

"Is it hot? You want me to turn down the AC temperature?" I ask. He is sweating profusely. Why?

"No baby. I m fine." He murmurs. But I know he is not!

"Rishu... I...I want to... I don't think..." I stammer.

"What?" He asks me sitting upright on couch staring at me through the eyes.

"I don't think I can make you happy..." I whisper. He frowns. "I don't think I can ever yield you a child ever..." My voice chokes. He closes his eyes, annoyed.

"Don't start again, Madhu, please" he pleads. His voice low & strained.

"Rishu... I know you love babies which I can't give you" I say as tears stream down my cheeks.

"We still have hope." he tries to convince me.

"I m sick of all these never ending treatments, Rishu" Since the day I came back to India completing my studies in Australia we have been trying for a baby but I couldn't conceive. Over two & a half years I have been undergoing various treatments but nothing is working. Shit!

"Please, baby, keep little more faith" he says to appease me. I shake my head & start crying hysterically. I want a baby!

"Madhu, stop crying" he chides gently. "Come here" he opens his arms for me. I shake my head & sob loudly.

"Rishu, what if I can never give you a baby?" I ask, sobbing.

"I have you, baby" he says with utter sincerity & love shining for me. This is the same answer he gives me every single time I ask him the same question. "I have told you over & over again that you are no less than a baby to me... So it doesn't matter whether we have a baby or not... I can live happily with you... Just the two of us...to love...to care... & to cherish... " he says, genuinely but that's not enough for me.

"Rishu... Why don't..."

"No! Madhu. Stop!" His words came in a rush. "No adoption! No surrogacy! End of discussion" he says & slumps his body back on the couch & rubs his right palm over his chest.

But I am not going to stop till I say what I want to. I know I have tortured him enough. I want to give him little peace.

"Rishu, why don't you divorce me & marry someone else" I blurt out, though my heart aches saying that. I have been thinking of this for days now. Only today I could vocalize it to him but I regret it the moment I said it seeing Rishu's pained face.

"What? Come again?" he asks, his eyes are hateful to even look at me.

"Divorce me" I say in a meek voice.

"f**k you, Madhubala!" He spits the words at me & pins me with his chilling angry glare. I take a step back & lean back against the wall in fear.

"You have the nerve to ask me divorce again?" he snarls at me & runs his fingers through his hair.

"Wish I could slap you, Madhu..." He says through gritted teeth. I gulp in fear. I have never seen Rishu this mad. "...but I have never hit or slapped a girl & especially when the girl is you then it's not going to happen... not even happen in my dream but still you better go out of my sight for some time till I calm down." His eyes blaze & I squirm nervously.

"Rishu, try to understand"

"Madhu are you gone nuts?" he asks. Then suddenly his scrunches his eyes tightly as if in pain & lets out an almost inaudible groan. What's happening?

"Rishu..." I rush to his side & hold his shoulder with one hand & run the other hand at his back soothing him.

"Rishu... I m sorry. Look at me" I whisper.

He lifts his head, inhales sharply & then reaches for his car keys which he has placed on the table.

"Come with me" he says. He is sweating profusely & stands shakily & starts walking.

"Rishu, are you alright?" I ask as I follow him not even bothering to lock our apartment door.

"Don't ask me anything." He says. His jaw clenched.

"You drive the car" he hands me the key. Oh why? And where?

"Seat belt!" He reminds me in a soft tone. Oh! Yeah! I forgot!

"Are you taking me to an advocate?? To discuss about our divorce?" I ask, panicking.

"We could do that tomorrow morning. No hurry!" I tell him softly. I never thought he will accept for my plea & throw me a divorce. Oh God! I have already asked for it & he too have given me. Do I want that again? Can I live without my Rishu? But I cant give him a child so I guess its better we part away so that he can marry someone else & live happily with lots of kids & I will watch them from distance.

"Shut your f**king mouth & take me to the f**king hospital" he shouts, then starts massaging his left shoulder & arm.

"What?" I apply the brake sharply bring the car to an abrupt halt making us lurch forward.

"Madhu... don't panic... keep moving... I will be fine" he rasps.

"Rishu... I..." I burst into tears as my hands start shaking.

"God! So help me... just drive the f**king car, Madhu" he groans.

"Okay... okay..." I quickly dash my tears away with the back of my hand & start the car again.

"What's doing to you?" I ask, my voice choked.

"My chest is burning... I don't know why?" he says, then places his right hand on my shoulder & squeezes it reassuringly.

"You don't worry... I will take you to the hospital... you will be fine... I know you will be fine... God! Please you should be fine... I need you... please don't punish me for asking divorce again..." I start blabbering.

"Shut up!" he didn't have the strength to shout at me. "Roll down the windows. I need some air." he breathes.

I glance at him & rub his arm gently with mine. Then with my stole I wipe the sweat running down his face.

"Eyes on the road" he grunts as he straightens the steering wheel when I momentarily lost control looking at him with my brimmed eyes.

I jump on my seat & grab the wheels tightly trying & failing to control my anxiety.

"Don't panic... you will kill us both" he says in a softer tone. His fingers are pressed over his chest to ease the pain.

"Madhu, inform Sultan to come to City Hospital... later you can tell our parents..." he says, his eyes drooping. Oh No! Is he gonna faint?

"Rishu..." I shake him gently. Is he going to leave me?

"I... love you... baby..." he whispers & closes his eyes. God! Please don't let this be the last thing he ever says to me. God! Save him please. I mutter a silent prayer as I speed up the car.

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Oh no did he get heart attack