Part 3
Raman as he slept felt softness on his chest, unconsciously his hand went around her only to embrace the little frame as smile appeared on his face and it was when soft tresses fell on his face his eyes opened with a jerk and he was welcomed with most beautiful sight ever.
It was little Ruhi cuddling into him and her cheek was rested on his chest and hand and left leg were around his waist.
He was shocked, would be an understatement, he slowly tried to lay her back on bed when she opened her eyes, he saw her eyes became big with the realization and her small mouth made an O and then she did something he never expected, she hugged him and called, "Papa! Aap aagaye!!!!!!!"
Her innocent claim took him a whole minute to realize what she had addressed him as, It was unnerving yet felt soothing to his ears, he jerked away and slowly got up while she lay in same position watching her papa intently. She had never been this close to him before, and all her face gleamed of right then was joy that she had seen on all her friends face when their fathers would happily carry them. She had always longed for that touch and now she was happy, like her soul was dancing.
"Ruhi... Aap yahan kya kar rahi ho?" he asked trying to pry off the feeling that he felt moments ago and soon guilt took over.
"Mai toh aapke saath soyee hui thi na papa, mai aap aur IshiMa. Pata hai mere saare friends apne mummy -papa ke paas sote hain... par Shravu kehta hai ke vo big boy hai aur apne room mein sone mein maza aata hai... but papa... mujhe akele sona aachha nahi lagta... mujhe aapke aur IshiMa ke paas sona hai... humesha..."
She said while she stood on bed and held Raman's hand asking him to hold her up.
Raman felt helpless, never before something like this he had let happen, he always made sure that he was always at safe distance from her. But today she had caught him.
"Nahi Ruhi, mujhe office jana hai... aap jao aur Dadi se kaho vo aapko ready karva dengi... theek hai?" Raman said walking towards the wardrobe and taking out the fresh towel.
It was then she entered, "Ruhi, Aap uth gaye? Good morning!"
"Good morning IshiMa"
Unknown to them, he was still in the room listening to the convo between Ruhi and her IshiMa, who was also supposed to be his wife.
The girl he had married. Marriage, When his mother had told him about her decision of getting him married he was in denial but some how everybody including his only friend and confider made him agree to go to see the girl.
When Ishita came infront of him, he was least interested, he looked at her, she was normal, in every sense. If he was not forced to see her he wouldn't have given her another glance, she was no beauty, the girls he was always surrounded with were much more prettier and attractive.
He couldn't believe his mother chose her for him, he could have got any girl, but she chose her, simple middle class girl and a madrasan at that!
Seriously! What was his mother thinking, but then they were forced outside to talk alone. It was rather awkward. He had never done something like that. Nor he was charming at talking to girls, rather it was opposite, his haughty temperament had always bagged him babes how ever he never gave second glance to them. They felt cheap. He felt same for her too.
But he had done a mistake, He had judged a book by its cover and soon he realized it.
It were 15 minutes that they were alone and not once she looked up or saw him, not spoke, she was as if least affected by his presence, it was first time in his life that he was being ignored and man he liked it! It was refreshing.
He went in, and had gave a nod that he agrees to marry her. And he had even noticed a flicker of disappointment on her face, she had left him craving to know more about her, she at that time had felt mystery and he wanted to own it desperately and solve it in his own way. She was the first girl who didn't want him and that made him want her, own her.
And after that as they days of marriage were approaching, his attraction grew in leaps and bounds. He didn't know why he was acting so strange, liking a girl who was not even as beautiful but she was attractive in her own way. She was pure, her down casted eyes when ever he had met her in any ritual, her slightly cold hands that would shake from nervousness whenever he was near told him the story.
His playful attitude to think about a girl seem to resurface with her entry that had been left long forgotten in the past where guilt had entered his life.
Life is so diverting.
He had both, his guilt and his only attraction mingling with one another like they knew each other from forever. One who wanted so desperately to talk with him and spend time with him and the other who would not even acknowledge his presence let alone feel something.
He shook his head and went to take the shower.
Meanwhile Ruhi ran to her Dadi happily chirping about her Dad. Ishita was happy seeing the little girl happy and felt her heart filling with motherly love for her. She was setting the bed when her husband entered the room all fresh and charming. It was not like she was attracted towards him, but she was surely affected by his presence or the fact that He was her husband, and this fact she was not able to swallow. She also felt uncomfortable because he was way too handsome and much more than Subbu, her first ever and he was smart and Intelligent, she had read his interviews in these three days like thirty times, trying to know just once why he married a girl like her when he could have got any one.
He noticed her getting stiff in his presence, but yesterday she was normal, may be this bedroom effect was taking toil on her. He smiled. Atleast his presence affected her.
Ahem.. he cleared his throat to gain her attention, and she turned as he wanted.
"Woh, tumne kal Ruhi ko yahan mere bedroom... I mean humare bedroom sulaya?" he asked.
"Ji, pichle teen din se vo yehi mere paas so rahi hai... use akele achha nahi lagta..." she answered cautiously.
"Dekho Ishita, I want you to know one thing, I don't like this, it has been like this up till now and it will remain like this for ever. Don't try to change anything without consulting me, Please. I hope you can honor this request of mine." he said calmly.
"Please usse yahan sone dijiye... woh bohot akela mehsoos karti hai vahan akele." She requested meekly.
He didn't answer and went out, his face told that the answer was a NO.
She sighed and thought that it was actually not that easy as she thought, it was going to take a toil on her to achieve her objective.
She went out to serve breakfast to her exceptionally chirpy daughter and exceptionally grumpy husband.
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Edited by OfTheHeart - 10 years ago
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