♡Gaurav's POV♡  

Stubborn. Fuming. Snappy.

These are the perfect words to describe Roshni from the past 10 days.

Yes, its been 10 days to our big argument, where she took an oath to push me away and isolate herself. Since then, she is sleeping in the guest room, not uttering a word or responding to mine and ignoring my attempts to help her.

Plus, I got to know during the dinner of Harry's promotion that she had mistaken Naveena's words of allowing me to control her life. It happened on the same day and worked as fuel to trigger the insecurities with her father's words.

Naveena apologised to me for creating the misunderstanding and tried to explain her with Jinal and Surithi's help. But those three failed miserably and poor Harry had to cancel the dinner because she decided to leave without asking or talking with anyone.

That night, we had the last argument because from the next morning, she decided to consider me as an invisible object. She will do the daily routine chores without acknowledging me.

Trust me, I have never been so frustrated in my entire life as I am right now and my patience is reducing on daily basis. I want to talk and help her, but she doesn't allows me.

The week after honeymoon was just perfect, we were progressing in our friendship and became comfortable in sharing everything. I got to know that once she was waiting at the railway station for 4 hours to meet her ex as he was busy and instant of rescheduling, he forced her to wait. It was completely unsafe and the summer heat during the noon is unbearable, yet she agreed.

Roshni was truly loyal and efficient in the relationship, I envy Danish. That bastard had what I craved.

Now, there is nothing and I feel as if I am a bachelor again. The only difference is that I get food ready on the table and the household chores is not my daily routine. 

But I miss Roshni. 

Her talks, concern for my health, our teasing session and late night talks, her holding me tight during the sleep and specially her line 'God's green, but slowly polluting planet earth.'

I miss everything, what we had developed.

I sigh at the memories and gather the courage to convince her to talk with me. She has to talk today, whether she likes it or not.

But my plans go flying to the dustbin when I find only breakfast on the table and not Roshni. 

Plus a note.

Yes, sometimes she leaves for her father's office earlier than me and serves breakfast on the table with a note saying "Your breakfast."

Then sometimes, she sleeps before I return from the office. Though I am greeted with surprisingly 'warm' dinner on the dining table with a note saying "Your dinner."

I was well aware that she is awake in the guest room, but she keeps it locked and never answers to my knock or calls to talk with me.

I sigh again, taking the note and just staring at the tiny source of communication, which we have now. It is damn lucky to receive more importance than me from Roshni. 

I sigh at my silliness, I am envying a piece of paper now.

#

Naveena - I met Roshni. Her father has asked her to train Ruchi with office work and are slowly taking every work from her hand.

Fantastic. Excellent. Marvellous. Superb.

I slap my forehead and hear Jay's voice,"What happened now?"

I remove my hand and face my non-biological parents as I lean back on their couch.

Yes, THEIR couch. For the first time in my life, I have ditched office. Why? Because I am getting impatient and couldn't focus on anything. I need a solution to this problem soon, so I crashed at their home and made them ditch their work too.

If you adopt a brat then be prepared for the tantrums.

Well, it applies to my situation as well, Roshni is behaving like a brat and throwing tantrums at me.

I have shared about the fights with Jay and Durga after arriving, and since an hour, we are trying to find a solution. However, Jay hasn't given a single logical suggestion and one of Durga's idea is good.

BUT I know, she will never agree to work for me. She is already calling herself a charity case and liability. Offering her place at my office will only worsen the situation and I don't need extra staff, which she will understand, the moment she enters my office.

And now slowly everything is being snatched from her hands, so it will only hurt her, which will lead to more notes and extension of my bachelorhood.

God, this is so frustrating situation on your green, but slowly polluting planet earth.

Damn, I am talking like her now. It is driving me insane.

I am pulled out of my thoughts by Jay, who snatches the phone from my hand and reads Naveena's message. His eyes widen in surprise and he passes the phone to Durga, who exhales in frustration before giving me a reassuring nod.

Then I ask, "Now what?"

Durga suggests, "See, don't take me wrong. But I think, you should leave Roshni alone for sometime."

WHAT!

But she continues, "She has managed everything alone in her life and got limited help from her friends, so your sudden and continuous help is scaring her. She has lost more than she has gained and the fact that no one will come to support is fixed in her mind, which won't change easily. You have to be patient and allow her to come out of the shell on her own then help her."

I sigh in defeat as she is right, yet I argue, "But my persistence is not making her talk with me. So, leaving alone will make her feel that I have stopped caring for her. It will only cause her to remain in the shell. She needs someone to assure her, Durga and I am not confident to leave her alone at this stage."

Jay raises his eyebrows and asks with a smirk, "Aren't you getting too worried for her?"

I frown at his words and he adds, "She is going through a bad phase, which everyone passes in their life. You, I and even Durga did, so why are you getting so worked up?"

I shake my head and justify my actions, "I know, everyone passes a bad phase in their life and even we did, so I am not getting worked up. I am just worried for her because the past incidents have caused enough damages to her heart and isolating is never a solution. Whenever me, you or Durga had problems, the other two were standing in support 24/7 to fulfil the responsibility of a friend. Now Roshni is my friend and I would do anything to help her."

Then I add with a sigh, "Only if she allows me."

Jay teases with a grin, "Of course, she is your 'friend' and you HAVE to do anything to help her."

I roll my eyes before facing Durga and asks in a flat tone, "Can your husband ever become mature?"

She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with my rant, "Here, I am worried sick for Roshni and despite of living under the same roof, we have hardly seen each other in the past week. I feel as if I am living alone in the house. So, I came to get some help from my friends, but one is saying to leave her alone and other is passing stupid comments. GREAT!"

And Jay LAUGHS. Yes, that moron finds this situation funny.

People who say you don't need enemy if you have worst friend in the history of human being.

They are absolutely right because Jay is THAT worst friend.

But for my pleasure, Durga slaps his arm and comes to sit beside me before explaining, "See, Roshni is stubborn and completely low on confidence right now, which is making her think negatively for her own self. I agree, leaving her alone and offering a job, both are risky. So, you need to give her something, which will only need her efforts. A work, which she can start alone and get her confidence back. We will support her, but that support should seem like support and not sympathy or charity, which she hates. Are you getting my point?"

I nod in understanding and thank her for the idea. A work, which she can start alone and get her confidence back.

But that work needs to be something, where she is an expert and she is.....oh wait. Yes, she is!

I cup Durga's face to kiss her forehead before sharing the idea and she loves it. As a true friend, she wishes me luck to convince Roshni and asks me to call her if I fail or find difficulty.

Then I show my longest finger to Jay as he keeps smirking the whole time. This man!

But right now, my worry is Roshni. Durga will handle Jay.

#

The main door of our home opens and Roshni enters, while staring at me as I am sitting on the couch just across the door, waiting for her. Though she walks towards the kitchen without greeting me.

But I don't marvel on that thought and stand to follow her with an intention to have a 'discussion' and not argument tonight. 

I purposely bump into her as she gathers the ingredients to cook dinner. She glares at the island then sighs in frustration, but doesn't utter a word. She moves towards the refrigerator and I follow her to grab the packet of frozen peas before she can. This makes her glare at me and goes to grab the butter box before turning to move towards the stove.

I follow her again and place the packet down as she keeps the butter. Then I grab her arm before she can walk away and pull closer to press her back to my front. 

I greet after tightening my grip because she starts to struggle, "Good evening, Your Majesty."

No reaction.

Now 'Your Majesty' is a worthless term, which earlier never failed to bring a smile on her face.

I will add difficult to the words to describe her. She is even difficult to handle from the last 10 days.

She continues to struggle and I keep trying, "Can't we have a small chat while cooking dinner together as we did after returning from our honeymoon?"

No reaction AGAIN and I turn her around to find her furious eyes, filled with tears.

This sight is very common whenever I turn stubborn to talk with her. I know, she wants to talk and share her inner turmoil with me. But she is holding herself back even though it's hurting her. 

I leave her arm to cup her face with my both hands before whispering, "Roshni, why are you worrying so much? I am here with you to help in every way possible. Just allow me and I promise, I will help within limits."

She sniffs after meeting my gaze and whispers, "Why will you help me? What will you get in return?"

Damn her overthinking habit! 

Though I answer politely to convince her, "I will help you because we are friends and I will get my friend's happiness in return, which is most precious for me."

Suddenly she removes my hands from her face and push me away before snapping, "Friends? What friends? How are we friends? You keep claiming me to be your friend, but we are not. Friendship happens when both of them agree, but you have just forced yourself on me."

I stare at her in shock and grab her arm to pull her closer before asking, "I have forced myself on you? Is this what you think of me? When have I not taken care of you and your emotions?"

Then she retorts, pulling her arm to release from my grip, "Exactly, you are taking care of me and my emotions as if I am a fragile doll. But I am not. I have taken care of myself on my own and I don't need you."

I am forcing myself on her? So, what we had developed was a result of force and not mutual feelings?

Before I can think further on her words, Durga's warning echos in my mind, which she said before I left her home - Roshni is low on confidence and will utter nonsense, so don't let her words affect you.

I take a deep breath to gather myself and grab her arm as she had returned to cook. I drag her out of the kitchen and ignore her protest, while walking towards the living room. I force her to sit on the couch in side ways and take my seat across her, leaving no distance in-between. I keep her hands in my strong grip, so she doesn't run away.

I will end this problem tonight itself, whether by politeness or using force.

Leaning closer, I ask in a stern voice, "I married you and got you here, where you don't have a single person's supervision or dominance. You have every freedom to do whatever you wish and I have never in our 18 days of marriage questioned or interfered in any of your activity. So, expecting you to be a good friend is the least demand that I have kept and it's fair enough against every benefit, you have received."

But before I can continue my speech to put some sense to her system, she rolls her eyes with annoyance and looks away. But I catch the tears in her eyes.

Then she comments, "So, we are finally talking about benefits."

She faces me to ask, "Say, what benefit do you need from me? Should I turn into your hooker and satisfy your sexual needs? Or should I-"

I pull her closer and snap, losing my patience, "Will you stop ruining the relation we have?"

She opens her mouth to retort, but I don't allow her, "I am not your family or Danish to dump you after taking benefits or expecting you to do something for me in return. Roshni, stop thinking negative about us please."

She looks away and breathes heavily, while pressing her lips together in an attempt to not cry. But I pull her in my embrace and move my hand to untie her hair before stroking them gently. If crying melts the walls around her heart then that is what I will make her do.

I pull her further closer and tighten my grip around her waist, while my fingers dive into her long hairs to massage her scalp. I feel her fists clenching over her lap due to the proximity and stroke her back, while giving a gentle push to her elbow for wrapping her arm around my waist.

I whisper, "Hurting you will be the last thing, I would ever do. I will try to be a better friend than Naveena, Surithi and Jinal. There will be no limitations in my efforts for you, I promise."

She sniffs before stuttering, "You....you will fi...find someone..."

I assure, "Do you think, I will be able to trust that someone after what I have suffered? What if she hurts me in a worst way? I don't express, but I am equally scared, Roshni. Though I am not scared of you because you are caring and thoughtful of others, only you don't allow others to care for you."

She sobs quietly and stammers, "N...now you wi...will, but later?"

I assure again, "If friendship begins when both agree then it ends also when both agree. Just as this situation, you are trying to push me away from 10 days, but am I going? Am I not trying to fix it? To fix us?"

She doesn't say a word and allows herself to cry in my arms after wrapping her arms around my waist tightly. I continue to stroke her hair and stay silent, so she can confess anything if she wishes. But she doesn't and I neither force her. 

Slowly she stops crying and pulls away, keeping her gaze lowered. I wipe her cheeks dry before holding her hands in mine. I remain silent and caress her palm in circular motion as I did, during our first meeting to relax her.

Then I ask, "Can I kiss you?"

She nods immediately without meeting my gaze and I lean closer to kiss her head, while cupping her cheek to wipe the fresh tear, escaped from her left eye. I press my forehead against her and close my eyes, sighing in relief to finally have her back.

She is an emotional baby, wrapped in an adult's body with a hidden tag of 'Very Frangile, handle with extra care and attention.'

And I will, that's a promise.

I open my eyes after a few minutes and whisper, "I have an idea, which will not make you a charity case and help to become independent."

She pulls away, making me straighten up and asks in a whisper, "What?"

I take her hands in mine and ask, "You cannot leave your father unless he says and a job is difficult to find without working experience. Plus, you won't allow anyone to recommend you at any workplace, right?"

She nods with teary eyes and I explain, "But there is a work, which you can do without an experience certificate or anyone recommending you."

She asks in a slight normal tone, "What work?"

I answer carefully, "Cooking class and vlogging."

She frowns and I explain, "You have delicious culinary skills, Roshni. Why don't you make that as your profession? Start a cooking class for weekends, so your father's work isn't affected and simultaneously open a YouTube channel. It shall take time, but you will enjoy the work."

She seems thoughtful for a moment before asking, "But where will I arrange the class and Youtube channel?"

I lace our fingers, while answering, "Here in our home, Roshni, your kitchen and I have a good camera. You will face no issue in starting any of the two work."

She asks with uncertainty after a minute of thinking, "You don't mind if I conduct professional work here?"

I cross question in a soft tone, "Why will I even suggest if I had to mind? Don't overthink on my permissions or arrangements, just tell me if you wish to start this work."

She lowers her gaze, thinking over my words and asks after a few minutes, "Can I really do that?"

I caress her hand, laced with mine and assure, "Definitely you can, I am so confident."

I lift her face with my other hand and add, "Trust yourself, Roshni. You have managed so many situations in your life alone, so why are you worrying now? You have the confidence to do anything and everything. Just let your confidence perform its magic and I am sure, you will achieve success in no time."

I raise my eyebrows as we keep staring into each other's eyes and she nods in approval. I smile and pull her again in my embrace to wish her luck for the new step in her professional life.

Thank God, the problems between us will END now.

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