Chapter 2

Koushalya's POV

I woke up with a feeling of discomfort in my lower part....ohhhh

I'm not a virgin anymore. 

But this hurts like hell. I don't know how people like to do such painful deeds.

smudging my sleepy eyes I opened them and saw the beautiful scenery which I had dreamt of for the past few days. 

Sanjiv was sleeping peacefully like a baby while hugging my stomach, I can see his sleepy adorable face.

This is the first time I'm watching him like this, like an innocent soul. 

His head was placed on my stomach and both of his hands circled my waist. His hold was so strong like if he left me I would vanish in the air. 

Slowly and gently I ruffled his hair, which I like the most. His hairs are so soft and silky that I can ruffle them all day.

The atmosphere was in pin-drop silence, if there's something audible then it's only our breaths. 

And for some reason, I liked this silence because this is the moment I can adore him as I wish. 

His thick and arched eyebrows, his snub nose are one of the attractive parts of his face. His slight mustache covered his already thin upper lips. The gunslinger beards which he styled a few days back, are now grown a little bit. He needs to trim those extra beards on his cheeks bone line.

He's not the most handsome man that I had dreamt of when I was in high school. Nope, he's not that handsome. 

He's not what I dreamt he doesn't know how to Cook. he doesn't even try to cook. He never did something to impress me. He's not the jovial type. Nor he laughs often, in fact, he barely smiles sometimes. He's a good example of an extreme introvert. He's kinda rough when it comes to intimacy. maybe he never read those romantic novels which I used to read in my college days. Lots of hugs and a few kisses never happened between us as they show in many movies. Maybe he's weak at gentle and lovey-dovey romance, I assured myself. 

And yet I found him handsome in my eyes, I found him interesting for myself. I learned to like his silent nature. 

Whatever happened between us Yesterday night happened in flaw, I wanted to stop him, I wanted to say 'No' but I couldn't. What if he gets upset with me? It would be a simple 'No' from my side, but that 'No' can cause a lot of problems in my married life. I didn't want that. I'm ok with whatever he does. 

Slowly cherishing his forehead with my right hand's thumb I smiled at him for an unknown reason. 

But soon my smile vanished when I saw him opening his eyelid. I panicked and took my hands off him. But he held my hand and placed my palms on his cheeks still maintaining eye contact.

For a moment none of us spoke anything, I wanted to ask him so many things, I wanted to tell him how I felt all these days, but at this moment words weren't coming out of my mouth.

If there was something, then it was an only thick and awkward silence between us. 

His brown orbs weren't ready to leave mine, I don't know how I find him handsome in his sleepy clumsy figure, but I did. 

We were so lost in our moment when technology decided to break our little moment.

Yeah....... it's my phone alarm. 

Blinking his eyes several times Sanjiv got up from my stomach and left for the washroom to get fresh up ignoring my continued stare at him. 

Another day with his silent treatment for no reason. I sighed and got down from the bed and left to freshen up in another room as I had to prepare breakfast for him. But as soon as I stood, I regretted doing that.

My lower stomach along with my private parts hurts like hell. Slowly taking small steps I went to the guest room to get fresh up as it would take time if I waited for him to come out from our washroom. 

After getting up, I came to our bedroom and changed the previous bedsheet with the new one...I collected our clothes which were lying here and there on the floor. After arranging our room I placed towels and office wear for Sanjiv on the bed and left them for the kitchen. 

I made kutty idli with coconut chutney and his favorite black coffee. Along with that, I made chapati and aalu sabji for his lunch. As I placed his breakfast on the dining table Sanjiv came buckling his waist belt. He was behaving like yesterday night doesn't exist at all. I expected something else from him, but he was so normal like every day, though after yesterday's night, something will change between us. Maybe he needs time to accept the things happening with us. Or maybe he's trying to figure out his feelings. Whatever it is, I have to wait until he opens up. 

Serving him breakfast ran into the kitchen to pack his lunch.... putting four chapatis and aloo sabzi along with some pickles pecking his lunch box. It's getting difficult to work as I'm feeling discomfort in my lower part, but I don't have any other options other than doing this. After talking to him about my job, I had to find a maid.

Taking his lunch box out by the time he was done with his breakfast. Running his fingers on his hair Sanjiv was talking to someone on call. 

He was talking about some projects.....must be with his colleague.

Balancing the phone between his left shoulder and his ear, Sanji continued his conversation while wearing socks. 

In the meantime, he spread a few glances at me, and I gave him a warm smile in return. I was waiting for him to cut the call because I need to have a talk with him about re-joining my work. 

Yes.... before marriage I used to work as an accountant in one of the reputed firms. Due to marriage and all these new arrangements I had to take a break from my work as I couldn't balance both at the same time. But now I think I can manage both. As I'm free after Sanjiv leaves for his office. Besides, I feel bored sitting at home doing nothing. Plus I don't want to waste my degrees. 

I was standing beside him holding his lunch box, to talk with him as soon as he ended his call.

I was waiting for him with the expectation of talking to him, he was so engrossed in his call, that he grabbed the lunch box from my hands and said 'bye' with that he left without even looking at me for once. I frown at this. 

But who cares? When He already left. This is what happens when I try to talk with him about something. 

I should talk to him after he returns from his work as I don't have any other option. 

After he left I made a coffee for myself and sat to have it in a peaceful atmosphere. 

Sipping the hot coffee my eyes were stuck on the photo frame which was in front of me, on the study table. 

It's our marriage photo. The picture captured our most beautiful and memorable moment when Sanjiv was going to tie thali around my neck. 

I still remember the day when I got married to him. 

2 months ago 

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