Chapter 74 Her Temper, His Trouble
But I yank my hand back. "I've understood everything!"
With that, I turn sharply and storm out of the room. My footsteps echo loudly in the hallway, each step sounding like a declaration of my anger.
Samar stands frozen, shock written across his face. Only one thought keeps spinning in his mind: She didn’t eat dinner...? She was actually hungry?
Without wasting another moment, he rushes out of the room. The anger inside him is gone now, replaced only with guilt. All he can see in his mind is my sad, tear-filled face. He runs to the living area, but I’m not there. He quickly checks the kitchen, but I’m nowhere to be found.
He hurries toward the garden, his footsteps quick, his heartbeat racing, breath heavy. The moment his eyes catch sight ahead, he exhales a deep sigh of relief there I am, on the swing under the silver moonlight.
The swing sways gently, and my dupatta flutters softly in the cold night breeze. My face is lowered, tears shimmering in my eyes, as if the weight of my heart has all come pouring out in this single moment.
Without a second thought, Samar rushes to me. He doesn’t wait; he bends down, lifts me into his lap, and sits on the swing himself, holding me close against his chest. Pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, he whispers softly, "Sweetheart..?"
My fragile strength crumbles in an instant. I begin to sob, my tears soaking into Samar's shirt. In a choked, trembling voice, I say, "Please... go. Let me stay here. I'll sleep here. Don't take me to the room."
Samar's heart melts, but his voice carries a gentle firmness. Wiping away my tears with his lips, he murmurs, "Sweetheart... it's too cold. You'll fall sick. If not for me, then at least for yourself, please come inside. Mom will be so worried if you get unwell."
I close my eyes, as if trying not to hear him, but my body has already gone slack in his arms. Samar lifts my chin with his fingers, meeting my tearful gaze. "I know... it was my fault. You were waiting for me, and I... I didn't understand you. But I can't let you sit out here all night. You're not my responsibility, Ishani... you're my life."
There is such truth in his words that my tears slowly begin to subside. Samar gives a faint smile. "Come on, let's go inside. I'll make your favorite hot chocolate, and then you can fall asleep in my arms... okay?"
I don’t reply. I simply let myself be carried as Samar lifts me in his arms, walks back into the house, and sets me gently down in the room. Then he goes to the kitchen.
Left alone, I lie down on the bed, still sniffling softly, my tears soaking into the pillow.
Samar doesn’t waste a single moment. He lifts me into his arms and moves swiftly toward the room. His steps are fast, almost as if every second counts, like life or death is at stake. As soon as he enters, he immediately activates the glass wall’s automatic lock. Click! The entire glass wall becomes airtight.
This isn’t any ordinary glass, it’s specially designed, bulletproof, installed by Samar as a protective measure. For a brief moment, he feels relieved that at least this layer of safety is around me.
He gently sits me down on the bed. I am still trembling violently, my hands cold and weak, as if all the blood has drained from my body.
Samar holds my hands in his, looking straight into my eyes with a soft but firm voice. "Nothing happened, sweetheart... I'm here. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you."
He hugs me tightly, his warmth and closeness enveloping me. His forehead brushes against mine as he whispers softly, conveying without words, "You're mine, and I'll protect you."
After a few moments, I begin to regain my normal breathing. I lift my head slightly and look at Samar's broad shoulders, noticing his serious yet gentle expression.
"What happened?" Samar asks, his voice steady, but my eyes are filled with a storm of questions.
Through tears, I ask, "Who was it? Who attacked? Are they your enemies?"
Samar's heart sinks for a moment. His face hardens slightly, but he remains silent. He wants to shield his doll-like wife from this dangerous world. Every truth, he knows, could hurt my delicate heart.
After a few tense seconds, he finally speaks. "Don't think about it."
My frustration surfaces, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "Why not? I'm your wife. Don't you think I deserve to know? Why don't you tell me?"
My words carry more than anger they carry pain, unease, and a fear hidden beneath them.
Samar gently lifts my hands again, pulling me close into his arms. His tone is soft now, but firm, filled with care and authority. "Calm down first... I will tell you everything at the right time. For now... right now, you are under my protection. That's all you need to know."
Though I stubbornly try to argue, Samar's warmth slowly melts my resistance. Gradually, my trembling subsides, and I close my eyes as I lean against him.
Before I even realize it, I have fallen asleep in Samar's embrace. The traces of my tears still linger on his shirt, but my face shows a faint peacefulness.
Careful not to disturb me, Samar gently lays me on the bed. He pulls the blanket over me, glancing at my sleeping face, silently promising, "No matter what, I will not let anything happen to you." Then, quietly, he leaves the room, his expression filled with determination and resolve.
Meanwhile in the hospital cabin, Riya sits on a chair, looking a little tired, while Karan stands in front of her. He is feeding her breakfast with his own hands, because she has come in a hurry and seems a little weak. Riya moves his hand away and says, "No more, that's enough."
Karan looks at her, a faint smile on his lips mixed with a tone of slight annoyance. "Eat properly. You barely eat anything, that's why you've gotten so thin. Eat well. And besides, you know I like chubby girls... so why are you this skinny?"
Riya stares at him in surprise, her expression holding a mix of irritation and confusion. "I just don't understand... why do you bother me so much?"
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!