Wounds Of The Heart (9 Parts Complete) - Page 2

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Kanak hadn't realised when she had fallen asleep, or when she had been carried to an unfamiliar bedroom. Her head was pounding from the events that happened and she felt dizzy.
Standing up, she held onto the bed post to steady herself but faltered.

Uma's warm fingers wrapped around her arms, saving her from falling. She quickly averted her gaze, even looking at him would be disrespectful to Rajiiv.
She could feel his gaze burning holes into her back.

"Are you okay" his voice was husky, rough around the edges and she imagined it was one of those voices you would like to hear regularly.
She nodded, her body still stiff from his hold and edged away.

She gave Uma a quick glance, his shoulders broad, he was very tall and seemed to be a force to be reckoned with. Either way, it was none of her concern, she wasn't going to fall for him, he was her husband for names sake only and she would address this with him when she felt more refreshed.

Uma pulled open the door to see Saras, she was excited to meet Kanak and shoved past Uma. Kanak wasnt expecting such a welcome when they knew she didnt want this marriage anyway but she had distantly heard them conversing about how Uma would change her mind.

"Uma Dadusa cant take his eyes off of you, you really are a beauty" Saras chirped
Kanak smiled politely but really didnt want to hear it, her heart would never belong to Uma.
"May I speak with Uma alone" Uma's eyes flashed with an unknown emotion, finally happy to be recognised by his wife

Saras squealed happily and ran out of the room, nudging Uma on the way "Dont keep her to yourself forever"
Uma nodded and closed the door behind Saras.

"You probably can tell that I am not happy with this marriage, but I dont want to let my family down, so I dont expect you to avoid what a marital relationship can provide you, so if you must get comfort from other women that is fine by me"
When Kanak heard no reply she looked up to see Uma looking down at her in despair

"You want me to f**k other women when I have a perfectly good wife here"
Kanak's eyes widened at his vulgarity
"I dont want any form of a relationship with you and I am not condoning you from having such relationships with others"

"I wont pressure you into anything, I will wait and if it never happens then fine but dont embarass us both by suggesting such things" Uma's fingers stroked Kanak's hand before he stepped back

She nodded
"I will win your heart Kanak"
Before she could answer, he was gone, leaving her alone in the darkness of their room.

The soft morning breeze flew onto Kanak's face as she stood outside, watching the leaves of the tree blow around. It was serene to just be outside, alone with nature.

Kanak looked down at the hand next to hers and the heat emantating from the body behind her, his breath making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up
"Rajiiv" she whispered

Uma reached out and spun her around, the dip of her back against the railing. "Whose name did you just call"
"I"
"I am your husband Kanak, I dont ever want to hear another man's name leave those lips, the only man's name I wish to hear is my own"

Kanak looked down, not wanting to look him in the eye for fear of the tears slipping out of her own. Uma lifted her chin, his expression turning worrisome.

"I didnt mean to make you cry" his voice was softer now, enchanting. "I never want to be the reason for your tears"
Kanak wiped her eyes and moved away from him

"Do you love someone else" "yes"
Uma heaved a sigh, leaning over the railing, his body felt weak.
His body slammed to the floor, Kanak turned hastily and bent down to him.

"Wake up, wake up"
Kanak tried to shake him awake but to no avail
"Somebody help me please"

Her eyes grazed over Uma's sleeping body, his dark hair toussled in an unkempt fashion. His chest rose with every breath, making his muscles clench. Kanak removed the flannel from his head and touched his head.

Uma grabbed her hand, his eyes shot open. "Ill just tell everyone you're awake"
"No" his voice was gruff. "The doctor said your BP dropped but if you rest you will be okay" Kanak tried hard to ignore his hard stare

"I dont know whats in your heart, or whom it beats for, I wont beg for your love Kanak, because its pure and I want to earn it, maybe you love someone else, and how lucky that man is I couldnt tell you"
Kanak's breathing was ragged as he sat up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand

"But one day I hope to be the one you love, the one your heart beats for, because unlike that man who isnt in your life, I always will be, and every storm that arises, I will ensure none of it touches you, this is my duty as a husband"
"I, I have to go and get ready"

Running into the bathroom, she slammed the door, sliding down it she sobbed.
Uma trailed over to the door, his hand resting against it, her sobs cracking his heart into multiple pieces.
He wanted to walk in there, sweep her up in his arms and comfort her but he couldn't

So they sat, on opposite sides of the door, worlds apart yet in the same room. Both broken hearted and wounded. Neither had realised when they had fallen asleep, leaning against the door.

Kanak awoke 2 hours later and pulled open the door to have Uma fall on her feet.
Had he heard her crying? He stood up, his hand reaching for hers, placing a piece of paper in it with a number
"Im going away for a few days, my number to reach me should you feel the need"

And as if the last few hours had not happened, he grabbed his packed bag and walked to the door
"Goodbye " Kanak muttered
His shoulders tensed, he couldnt control himself anymore, turning to face her quickly he pulled her to him

"Goodbye jaan" then pulling away he left.


It was now night time and Kanak still felt alone, no matter how nice the family were, they were not her own and Uma was not Rajiiv. Her phone buzzed next to her, she wasnt expecting to hear Uma's voice when she answered it.

"Hello, you're still awake" he didnt want to be obvious but he missed her, her unique smell of chandan, her small smile, her glowing eyes, her voice. "Is everything okay"
"Yes, of course, I was just wondering how you are" "Oh, im okay and and you"

"Im good" he chuckled "What are you doing" Kanak threw herself back so she was lying on the bed "In bed and you"
"Me to, just sadly not with the person I want to be in bed with"
"Who do you want to be" stopping herself, her cheeks burnt from his obvious connotation.

"Anyway, I must sleep, goodnight" Kanak whispered, her thumb raised above the end call button "Goodnight Kanak"
Pressing the button she closed her eyes and allowed sleep to reach her

Uma had not called Kanak, and he was now home. 3 days, no contact but it was okay, she wasn't comfortable around him.
But he couldnt wait to see her, his feet bounced heavily on the steps as he bounded up the stairs to their room

Opening the door, he focused on Kanak.
Seeing her again, it was like all tension gone from his life, again he could breathe.
Stepping forward, he went to touch her, but her fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist "tumhaaree himmat kaise huee"
Uma pulled his hand back, as if burnt

Kanak had realised while Uma had been gone that he was getting to close and he needed to know his place. "Dont ever touch me again"
Uma's face fell. He nodded roboticaly "I wont" turning on his heel he slammed the door

Just like this 3 months passed, everytime Kanak would enter a room, Uma would leave it. When Kanak went to speak, Uma would not answer, nor eat the food she made or even look at her.

So, Uma and Kanak have been married for about 3 and a half months now and things are not going well. I know that this isn't all happy happy yet, but in time things will get better. Anyway do let me know your thoughts and/or suggestions!
Just trust me, I know its a lot to ask! Also how is the length of the chapters? Longer than usual but not extremely long!

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