"Sweetheart."

Naina's POV

I took a bath, put my clothes in the washing machine and organized all my dresses in his wardrobe.

It was so weird to use all his things.

I took out Mom's picture from my bag and put it on the drawer.

Will he get angry after seeing my Mom's picture in his room?

"Mom all this is so weird," I said and chuckled and kept the picture back.

I sat on the bed and was reading a story in my mobile.

"Hello," I greeted.

"Hi wifey! What are you doing?"

"How did you get my number?" I asked.

"I am your husband, if I don't have your number then who will have it?" he asked but I didn't reply anything.

"Why did you call me?" I asked changing the subject and looked at the time to see that I was so engrossed in reading that I didn't even knew two hours has already passed.

"After a meeting of two long hours I was so tired, so I called you to hear your voice and relieve myself from stress. Even though...." he said and didn't say anything further.

"What?" I asked.

"I know some other ways of relieving stress," he said and I could hear his soft laughter.

"What ways?" I asked confusingly.

"Nothing my sweet innocent wifey. Okay I have to go," he said and cut the call.

What other ways of stress relief he was talking about?

Maybe he was talking about head massage.

Yes. That's what he was talking about.

Whenever Dad was in work stress I used to give him head massage.

But I didn't understand why he was laughing and what was so funny about giving head massage?

I saved Ranveer's number and as I kept the mobile, again the mobile started ringing.

Dad was calling me.

"Naina how are you? Are you liking it there?" he asked as soon as I picked up the call.

"Hello Dad. Ranveer has already gone to office. I am getting bored. What are you doing?"

"I was watching news. Naina you can come and meet me any day you want," he told me.

"Yes Dad I know."

After talking with him for some time I cut the call and went in the hall to see Daya uncle.

"Good afternoon madam," he greeted.

"Hello uncle, please don't call me madam, call me Naina."

"No, I will call you madam," he said and I did not argue further.

"I kept the dinner in refrigerator, and kept your lunch on kitchen counter and washed all the utensils," he told me.

"Thank you uncle," I said.

"So do you want anything special? If you tell me I will bring the vegetables tomorrow?"

"No everything is fine except beetroot and karela," I said.

"You are just like sir," he said and chuckled.

Ranveer also don't like beetroot and karela?

"Anyways, I will leave now," he said.

"Okay uncle. Thankyou," I said and he smiled and left.

I had my lunch and decided to take a nap.

*****

Around 5 p.m. the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to see him with a bouquet of lilies which put a big smile on my face.

"Thank you," I said as he gave the bouquet to me.

I was surprised.

I inhaled the fragrance of lily and kept it in the flower pot.

"So how was your day?" he asked.

"This is all so weird. I mean getting married, staying in your house, using your wardrobe, I mean in a second everything changed," I said.

"Naina this is our house and our wardrobe. Everything which is mine is yours from now on."

"How can it be so easy for you to share everything with me?" I asked.

Sameer used to eat tiffin in front of me but he never shared tiffin with me but I understood him.

He was hungry and that's why he never shared.

And here Ranveer was sharing his house and everything with me.

"Is it not disturbing for you that I took half of your bed, half of your wardrobe?" I asked.

He cupped my cheek in both of his hands.

"Naina we are married and you are my wife and that's why everything that is mine is yours," he said as he kissed me on the forehead.

That kiss was on the forehead was not for him but for me.

That small kiss assured me that he has no problem with me being in his house.

I don't know how that kiss meant so much but it did and I cannot explain it in words.

"I got bored," I told him.

"Oh," he said as he loosened his tie.

"Tired?" I asked and he nodded in a yes.

"Sit down in front of me." I said as I sat on the sofa.

He was confused but sat in front of me and his face was facing me.

"No. Not like this. Turn around," I told him and he turned around.

I massaged his head with my hands.

I don't love him but that does not mean I cannot take care of him.

"Ah. Thankyou sweetheart," he said as I was massaging him.

Sweetheart?

I remembered the time Sameer called me sweetheart.

"It feels so good," his voice cut off my thoughts.

"It will relieve your stress," I said and he turned around, held my hand and now he was facing me.

"So you think that this was what I was talking about when I told you that there were other ways to relieve my stress?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes. You were talking about this, right?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said as he caressed my cheek with his hand and then turned around and asked me to continue the massage.

After almost twelve to fifteen minutes he went to the bathroom and after some minutes he came out and wore shirt and sweat pants and went in the kitchen.

"The picture on our nightstand is of your Mom?" he asked.

Our nightstand.

"Yes."

"You look like her," he said making me smile.

"Do you want coffee?" he asked.

"Yes," I said and he started making coffee and I also went in the kitchen.

After few minutes we were both sitting on the sofa and having coffee.

"Your Mom does not stay with you?" I asked.

"No. On my twenty fifth birthday I bought this house. I asked Mom to come and stay with me but she said that she is staying in that house for many years and now she can't stay here and I also did not force her."

Twenty-fifth birthday.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Twenty eight."

Oh!

"She is happy with her NGO," he said.

"NGO?" I asked.

"Yes she run an NGO for women," he said and I nodded my head in understanding.

"And your Dad?"

"I don't want to talk about him," he said and I did not argue.

"Wait a minute, you are not wearing sindoor and mangalsutra?" he asked.

Oh shit!

I kept the mangalsutra aside before going to bath and forgot it and I even forgot to wear sindoor.

"I...."

"It's okay as wearing it or not is your personal decision," he said cutting me off.

"What?" I asked as I had always heard that wearing it was compulsory after a girl is married.

"Baby wearing it or not totally depends on you. I have seen many people due to my business and I have seen many women wearing the mangalsutra and sindoor of husband's name but roaming around with another man," he said

"One of my employee was married. She used to follow every rules as a married woman but I caught her kissing another employee when I was going to washroom," he continued as he held my hand.

"I am not saying that every woman is like that as I have seen many good women also but I am saying personally it depends on a woman if she wants to wear it or not. If you wore it but did not accept me as your husband from heart then it does not matter and if you truly accept me as your husband from the heart then wearing it or not does not matter," he continued further.

I was feeling bad as I had not accepted him as my husband from the heart.

I can never be with him as I like Sameer and I want to be with him but his thinking made me realize that he is such a good human being and any girl is lucky to have him but I can never be that girl because I want to be with Sameer.

"Where are you lost?" he asked.

"No I was thinking why doesn't every man think like you?"

"I dont know about anyone but I think like this after seeing many thing and it all depends on our heart. If we love someone from the heart then that's the main thing, and nothing else does matters," he said and I was there sitting and admiring him.

How can he be so different from everyone?

*****