Author's POV
"Aapko kuch chahiye to bata dijiye ga" With that Kritika started to walk back in, with all sorts of thoughts running in her mind. She stopped short in her tracks when she heard a hurtful voice, it was almost.. cracking? It was Yuhaan. Yuhaan Singhania's voice was cracking, in pain.
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"Kritika"
"Hm?" She asked confused. Unless it was because he needed something, he had never called her before, especially in moments like these. Although he never had felt something like this in front of her. He never called anyone, in the small moments when he was like this. It hurt Kritika just hearing him like this. Yuhaan had never cared about her, never needed her and most importantly never treated her like his own loving wife. He had never gone to her when he needed support or help, He had just never bothered to. Yuhaan always felt he didn't need anyone after his past so, he simply ignored Kritika or yelled at her.
Kritika looked back and saw him just like he was before, with his back towards her. His head was still slightly tilted towards her, only to give him a small look of her.
"Rehne do, Kuch Nahi" Yuhaan first thought he could've used some help for the first time but again his ego entered the way and he refused to use any help. Regarding what? Age age dekho hota hai kya. (Just wait and watch). Kritika lowered her head and sadness flickered in her eyes. She thought for once Yuhaan Approached her when he needed her, but then again nothing. She did a small nod and stared to walk back in but was stopped before she could take a step.
(Leave it, it's nothing.)
Yuhaan again. "Actually, ruko yahin raho.. Nahi Chali jao.. Nahi nahi Yahi raho...Actually chali jao." Yuhaan kept speaking but stopped in frustration. Kritika looked up to his face to see it faced towards her. His eyes tightly shut in frustration with his face scrunched up. He stopped speaking and didn't utter a word. It was clear for Kritika that her husband was in a dilemma.
Another voice was heard, Kritika. It was soft and sweet unlike Yuhaan's cold harsh voice. "Agar aap kabhi confuse ho rahe ho na? to dil pe haath rakhna aur bas apni dil ki suna, sab saaf ho jayega aur sab thik ho jayega. Main bhi yahin karti hoon." Yuhaan just stared at her words, the sweetness, it was amazing. With a small smile on Kritika's face she started walking back in and Yuhaan just stared at her disappearing figure. He kept on staring and staring but soon broke his trance when he realised he was ogling his wife.
After a while, he walked into his room. He listened to his heart. His mind kept saying that he really hated doing this, but deep down in his heart, Yuhaan knew he wanted this, he needed this. He walked in to see Kritika siting on her side of bed with half her body covered in their blanket. She had a book in her hands and Yuhaan could see her eyes move around the page. All he really wanted to do was just go the Kritika and tightly hug her but his ego got in the way. He just went to their changing room and changed his clothes.
It took him a while to come out and Kritika noticed it. In fact, she had noticed all of Yuhaan's movements and she happy to know that she could atleast talk to Yuhaan without her heart sinking. Kritika noticed how long it was taking him but she still decided to keep quiet and let Yuhaan do Yuhaan.
Yuhaan soon came out looking hot as usual and his directly went to Kritika. He again felt like tightly hugging her and never letting her go but then again, his ego existed. Yes, Kritika noticed it and spoke up breaking their silence. "Apne man ki suni ya phir apni dil ki?" Kritika was surprised she spoke without stuttering for once and this left Yuhaan shocked. Not the fact she didn't stutter but the fact that she spoke up first.
(Did you listen to your mind or your heart?)
"Hm?"
"Did you listen to your mind or your heart? What are you going to do?" Yuhaan just stared at her. He himself didn't know what he listened to. Kritika spoke again "Maine kaha na, ek baar apni dil ki sunke dekhiye sab theek ho jaayega." (Where is she getting all this confidence from 😭)
(I told you right, For once just listen to your heart, everything will be alright.)
"Agar apni dil ki sunu to dil kehta hai ki tumhari sunu, tum hi bata do kya karun?" Kritika was stunned to hear this.
"K-kya?" Ye phir chalu ho gayi.
"Kya kya? Mujhe nahi samajh aa raha hai. Puri Zindagi apne dimaag ki sochi hai tumhe lagta hai tumhare ek baar bolne se sab thik ho jaayega mere liye hm?" Yuhaan almost yelled in frustration. Kritika stared with wide eyes. For all she expected, this was the last thing. She gave up. "Kuch nahi rehne dijiye" She said while turning her eyes back to her book.
(If I listen to my heart it tells me to listen to you, You only tell me, what do I do?)
(W-what? She started with the stuttering again)
(What what? I am not able to understand. I spent my whole life thinking using my mind and you think just by you saying it one time everything will be alright?)
(Nothing, leave it)
Guilt pooled up in Yuhaan's body, but he ignored it. He was the Hukum and the CEO, he can't just pity anyone. But... Kritika wasn't just, anyone. He sighed in frustration and look around trying to look for something that didn't exist. He walked over to the bed and laid down. The blanket covered his lower half half while his left hand rested on his stomach and his right hand on his head. Kritika simply ignored him and continued reading her book.
Yuhaan tried to sleep but the light didn't allow him to, so he brought his laptop and started working on it.
They spent an hour like this
and another
and another
and another
and soon it was 1 in the night. The room filled with soft silence was soon filled with Kritika's yawns. She wasn't as used to sleeping late unlike Yuhaan who was working like it was 11 in the morning. "Do you want to sleep?" Kritika just nodded. Without a word Yuhaan closed his laptop and laid down as both of them turned of their lights.
"Sorry" Yuhaan, the guilt was eating him up, for the first time he felt guilty and this left Kritika astonished. How the fridge did Yuhaan apologize and what for? "Why?"
"All you wanted to do was help me... guide me and I yelled at you"
"Hm, its ok" Kritika was in no mood of talking. Surely she didn't expect a sorry but she didn't want a fake one.
"Nahi seriously Kritika, Sach main.. Im sorry" Now Kritika was hooked, he... sincerely apologized. Kritika turned her back to face Yuhaan and stared into his eyes. She could see the guilt and that he was sincere.
(No seriously Kritika, Truthfully.. Im sorry)
"Kaha na. It's ok" She had nothing else to say.
(I said no. It's ok)
The room felt silent once more and Yuhaan had no idea how to form his words.
"Kritika?"
"Hm?"
"Ek bath poochun?"
(Can I ask something?)
"As you wish"
"You know when you said I listen to my heart?" He paused before continuing as he saw her nod. "How do I... listen to my heart?" Hearing his question a sweet smile crept on her face.
"Bas itni si baat ke liye aap itni hitch kitcha rahe the? When she didn't hear a reply she continued.
(You were hesitating for such a small thing.)
"Yuhaan Ji dil ki suna mushkil nahi hai. Bas dimaag band karke jo karne ka maan kare wo karna hai. Rona hai, hasna hai, khelna hai, Kuch bhi. Hm?" With that she turned back to her original position and closed her eyes but just then she feel a hand tug around her waist and she was pulled back as she bumped into a wall. Yuhaan had pulled her back, her back flush against his chest as his other hand crept its way under Kritika's waist completely holding her.
(Yuhaan Ji listening to your heart isn't hard. Just shut off your brain and do what you wish too. You want to cry, laugh, play anything hm?)
She started stuttering ... BAD
"Y-ye a-a-aap kya k-kar ra-h-he ha-a-in?"
(T-this w-w-what are y-you do-oing?)
"Tumne jo kaha wahi kar raha hoon, apne maan ki" The cracking voice crept back.
(I'm doing what you told me to, Listening to my heart)
Kritika could hear the cracking in his voice and realised everything.
"Bas gale lagane se sab thik ho jaayega?"
(Just hugging will fix everything)
"Tumhe gale laga raha hoon, apni biwi ko" A small laugh left Kritika's mouth as she turned towards Yuhaan and rested her hands on his chest.
(Im hugging you, my wife)
Kritika felt few warm tears dropping on her neck and concern fell all over her face as she suddenly looked up to see his face. Yuhaan looked away sniffling and used his hand to press her face back to his chest.
Kritika waited a few seconds before speaking again. "Are you ok?" She felt a a small shaking of head against her. He wasn't ok. Kritika nuzzled herself further into Yuhaan's chest and Yuhaan's grip tightened around her waist. Kritika was very happy that for once her husband approached her emotionally, for once he listened to what Kritika had to say and for the first time ever, he gave her a hug.
The two of them spent the whole night in each others arms as Yuhaan found comfort there and Kritika didn't bother asking what happened, she thought that he would probably tell her tomorrow or whenever he feels comfortable but would he though?
Kritika woke up the next morning to..
-- (Throw back to the previous night) --
They all watched as Yuhaan and Kritika went up to their room. It really broke Dhwani's heart to see them like that, but little does anyone know, this is how the family lives. Dhwani's heart was broken while everyone expect their Sasu ma looked normal, Abhimanyu and Shikar both looked completely fine with a poker face. Nothing bothered them even a tiny bit. Shikhar took a deep breath before he started walking towards their room as Dhwani followed him. He went and sat on the bed removing his watch in one movement and laid down on the bed. Dhwani too walked towards the bed and turned the lights of.
"Aaj Kya hua?" A smile crept up on Dhwani's face as she heard this question. Dhwani loved hearing this question, it was one time she could openly speak up and one time Shikhar listened to Dhwani properly.
(What happened today?)
She spoke with a short giggle, Shikhar knew Dhwani loved this. "Nothing much today, you know I was with you in your room all day just staring at my fingers. But Shikhar Ji what was the fight today?" Shikhar's eyes went blank when he heard this question and he started looking everywhere but her. "Nothing, dad misunderstood Bhaiya." Dhwani simply nodded and laid down to sleep but her mind still wasn't at peace.
"Shikhar Ji?"
"Hm?"
"Main apne myke ja sakti hoon?"
"Nahi" His words were cold and straight forward.
"K-kyun?"
"Maine kaha isliye" With that he turned around with his back towards Dhwani.
Dhwani knew there was nothing she could do now so she too slept.
--
Dhwani woke up with the bed entirely messed up and and the bed completely empty. She looked around to see all the lights turned off and it was completely dark in room. As she was trying to connect the dots and figure everything out, the door suddenly burst open..
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Abhimanyu sat on his chair in his office in anger. He was MAD mad. Shikhar had recently messaged Abhimanyu and that's what made his furious. It was the wedding week. His wedding week. Exactly after 3 weeks as the 4th week was the wedding. Abhimanyu hated love and everything related to it and it surely included Wedding.
(A/N - Me too, Ye kya valentine falentine cheh)
(Ps: Main single hoon)
He removed his blazer and his tie in suffocation while he completely messed up his hair. He was angrily pacing around the room while he kept his hands at his waist. He heard some faint shouting and was surprised to see someone else shouting other than him or anyone from his family, it was a girl's voice. He hurriedly walked out and went towards the reception, in his disheveled form.
He reached the reception to see ... Kiara?
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Hi all, this is a slightly shorter chapter and i really got caught up with other stuff im sorry. I'll get to chapter 7 right away!
And you really need to reply to me.. Tell me what I should do
Do you all think I should start doing alternative chapters for the languages. Like 1 chapter will have 2 parts one with hindi dialouge and no translation so you can read with the flow and one with no hindi dialouges and only english which with once again you can read the flow and understand the story better.
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But genuinly thanks to all my genuine readers.
Word count - 2241 (only the story)
Byeeee
-Aarvi
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