Regaining His Love

Khushi's POV:

What is this? Why Shajan is behaving like this? Doesn't he love me? Can't he understand that I am loving him? He misunderstands me all the time. Though I am trying to be happy and pretending as if I am not hurt with his behavior, the fact is his behavior hurts me a lot.

God, please help me to make him understand me. May be if I say the truth behind me and Abhi agreeing to get married, he may understand me. First, I should talk about this with Abhi.

I called Abhi.

"Khushi, how are you? Did Shajan say anything to you? Are you ok?" Abhi said.

"I am ok, Abhi. No, Shajan didn't say anything to me."

"Yesterday when I saw him in anger, I was worried thinking that he may hurt you," Abhi said.

"No. After all, Shajan is my husband and he cares for me. Don't worry. Actually I want to tell you one thing. I want to reveal the reason behind our acceptance to marriage to Shajan. He may then understand us."

"I don't think so. Because if he knows the reason, he will be even more rude to you. His misunderstanding may increase. It's not the correct time to tell the truth."

"But we are not sure that he may not know that. If he comes to know before I say, his anger will increase further," I said.

"Khushi, think once again before making any decision."

"Ok," I said and Shajan came there. He snatched the mobile from me and looked at the display. I was scared of him after yesterday's incident.

"Khushi, is everything ok?" Abhi said.

"Absolutely ok, Abhi," Shajan said.

"Shajan."

"Don't you want to know about me? After all I am also your friend. Isn't it? I think you are concerned only about Khushi but not me," Shajan said.

"I am sure that you will be happy torturing Khushi. So I don't think I should know about you."

"Yes, I am happy. I would be happier if you stopped talking to my wife."

He disconnected the call and looked at me seriously.

"From today, you are not allowed to use the mobile. So you share everything with your friend, right? Do you think he can save you from me if you complain to him? Look Khushi, you are increasing your troubles by doing all this. Don't you know that you shouldn't share the personal things happen between you and your husband with anyone?"

"I don't have a habit of sharing my personals with anyone. I didn't say anything to Abhi. It's up to you to trust me or not."

"In the evening, we are going to an important place. I want to tell you the reason behind our marriage," Shajan said.

In the evening, he took me to a lawyer. He asked me to sign a few documents as Shajan's wife and I signed the documents. We reached our home.

"Do you want to ask anything to me, Khushi?"

"Yes, Why did you marry me?"

"Didn't you understand after reading those documents?"

"Did you marry me only for the property? Don't you love me?"

"The distance is always the same from you to me and from me to you."

"What do you mean?"

"As you don't love me, I too don't love ul you."

"I love you, Shajan."

"Yes, now I am the owner of five hundred crores and everyone loves me. Actually everyone loves my property but not me," Shajan said.

"You are misunderstanding me. I have nothing to do with your property. I love you as you are, not this money," I said, cupping his face.

"Why didn't you say this to me in our college days? You hated me at the time, and now I'm even more cruel than before. But you are saying that you love me now. I can't trust you. You can never regain my love and you don't deserve it," Shajan said.

"Then why did you marry me without love? You can marry anyone else if it's just to preserve your property."

"When I learned that I needed to marry before reaching twenty-seven, I thought a lot. After seeing you in the police station, filing a complaint against me, I remembered our old dues. I just thought to repay the debt to you and Abhi. So I married you.

Throughout your life, you will suffer as I suffered for 3 years by living with a person who never loves you. Seeing this and knowing that he is the reason for your suffering, Abhi too will get hurt. This is what I want.

So, now as I cleared the reason, stop behaving and acting as if you love me and just be true. Stay away from me."

"I can't stay away from you because you are my husband. How can I leave you? Whether you trust me or not, it's true that I love you."

"Okay, you have two options:

1. Just be as my wife for name sake and live as you want. I would never interfere in your life. You can continue your profession. You can meet Abhi or anyone you like. Do whatever you want. No rules, no restrictions.

2. Try to win my love back. But to do this, you should follow all my rules. You should act according to my wish. You will have no freedom.

Think well and tell me your decision in a week. But remember if you choose second option, you have to bear me and my anger. It's very tough and I am sure you can't do that," Shajan said and went off from there leaving me in tears.

I thought about his words. In the meantime, I recovered from the injuries. Shajan cared for me every day, though he hurt me, as usual, now and then.

"Khushi, tomorrow is the seventh day. You should say your decision," Shajan said.

I didn't talk anything. Shajan woke up and saw me.

"What is this new attire?" Shajan said.

"I chose second option.

I am ready to follow your rules to be your wife. So, I dressed myself as you said. I won't go out without your permission. I won't talk with anyone you dislike. I will quit my profession until you say otherwise," I said, pressing his suit.

"So it means you are ready to bear my torture. But these are not the only rules I kept for you. You must follow whatever I say. It's not that easy to win my love back and most importantly my trust. You will go through the toughest phase of your life. Is it ok for you? Think once again, Khushi."

"I am ready. I will do anything for your love."

"Ok. Decorate the room with flowers and candles today as per my wish before I return. I want you alone to do everything without the help of a maid. I hope you understand what I mean to say," Shajan said.

"I want to be your wife in all ways. So, I am ready," I said.

"If you remember all my rules, there is one more rule too. You shouldn't talk before me and should never answer me back," Shajan said and I nodded.

Shajan reached home in the evening and looked at the decoration of room. He got ready and saw me wearing his favorite-colored sari.

"You are looking beautiful," Shajan said raising my chin and looking at my lips. I was nervous though I am really ready for this.

"Kiss me," Shajan said.

"What?" I said.

"I don't want you to say that I forced you after some days. So, let me feel you are my wife and you are ready for it," Shajan said.

"I-I'm...nervous," I said.

"Don't worry. I am not a beast or a sex addict to hurt you. If you really love me, definitely you will enjoy this," Shajan said.

"Shall I?" Shajan said, unpinning my saree.

I nodded and he removed my sari and then, slowly made me half nude. I clutched the bedsheet as I felt shy. If I stop him, he might think that I am not ready for this or don't love him which are not true.

Shajan kissed under my neck. His touched my bosoms. I don't know what he is doing but slowly I started enjoying it. After some time, I am completely nude before him and he caressed my hairs.

"Hold the breath for a minute, baby. It may hurt a bit if it's your first time," Shajan said. I did as he said and he entered me. The pain made me scream.

"Shall I stop?" Shajan said, looking at me. I saw the concern and worry in his face. Doesn't he love me? My heart questioned me even in that pain.

I shook my head in no. He hugged me to him and kissed my lips. Slowly he made love to me. He made me feel pleasure and was not rude anywhere. I completely enjoyed the moment and forgot when we both dozed off in one another's arms.

I woke up in the morning and got ready. I went to the kitchen and found it uncleaned. I didn't find any maid. I understood it's another plot of Shajan to make me quit this challenge. I cleaned the dishes and the kitchen. I prepared breakfast.

Shajan got ready and came to the dining hall. I served him the food.

"From today, there will be no maid in this house. You should do all the works. Remember, you should clean the whole house every day, bring the vegetables in from the market, prepare the food on time, and do the gardening.

If you forget any of these chores, or you do them late, you should abandon any thought of gaining my love," Shajan said.

Shajan knows how I was grown up. I was treated as a princess by my parents and I didn't even know to do the household works properly. He also knew that I got tired easily if I walked even a short distance and I used to go everywhere only on scooter. However, I agreed to his every word.

"Leave it, Khushi. You can't do all these works," Shajan said.

"I am sorry, Shajan. I will do anything you say except leaving you," I said.

"Let's see how long you will be able to do all this bearing my anger," Shajan said.

Shajan went to the office and I went to buy vegetables on foot. As my leg was injured, I walked with difficulty. On the way, Abhi met me.

"Khushi, where are you going?"

"I am going to the market."

"Is this another order of your stupid husband?"

"Stop it, Abhi. He is my husband. I can't tolerate someone disrespecting him."

"I am sorry, Khushi. Get in, I will drop you," Abhi said.

"No, Abhi. I can't come with you. This is the only chance remained for me to regain my husband's love. I don't want anything to happen wrongly. I am sorry to say that I can't talk with you anymore until Shajan understands our friendship," I said.

"I understand, Khushi. Bye, take care," Abhi said and left from there. I was walking sweating and with pain. Suddenly a car came so close to me and stopped near me. It was Shajan.

"If you complete your meeting with Abhi on the road, get in to the car," Shajan said.

I sat in the car and Shajan took me to the market. I was about to get out of the car, but Shajan stopped me.

"Give me the list. I will buy them. You no need to get out of the car. This market is crowdy and your leg may get hurt again," Shajan said.

"Do you come for me remembering my leg was hurt during your office timings?"

"No, I saw you on the way," Shajan said.

"Why are you on the road during your office timings?"

"Shut up. Are you questioning me? You need my permission but I don't need your permission to do anything. I can go anywhere at any time. There's no need for me to explain to you," Shajan shouted at me. I looked at him with a pout. He took the list from me and came after one hour buying all the things. He was very funny carrying all the groceries and vegetables, that too wearing a suit. I controlled my laughter. Shajan glared at me and gave those things to me.

"If you do overact, I will leave you here, and you will have to walk carrying all these things home with your hurt leg," Shajan said.

I nodded and sat silently. Shajan dropped me at the home.

"Are you tired? Is it necessary for you?" Shajan said, drinking the water.

"I will prepare lunch for you," I said and prepared what he likes and he had lunch at home. I did whatever he said and followed his every order. Though he tried to hurt and trouble me, still I found my happiness in loving and caring for Shajan. Shajan stopped hurting me with his words these days. He was caring for me and acting anger whenever I sensed his love for me. He started being friendly with me and even discussing his office issues with me. Somewhere, my heart felt that he accepted me as his wife.