KHUSHI'S POV

He left for office after checking all his arrangement and security for upteenth time as usual. All alone in this house with a bunch of servants who do every damn tiny work, I have nothing to do but curse myself for being a burden for my husband.

My whole life has been like this, my body filled with scars of the love my guardians showered on me.

He had never found my body filled with scars ugly and told me I was the most beautiful girl he has ever met. Then, why now he dreads to touch me?

Why can he make love to me?

It has been 2 years for our marriage and only thing he does is to take care of me and not love.

He doesnt even spend his time with me anymore from last two months, the day I met an accident on the terrace and injured my head.

Earlier, he still used to sit beside me, hugging me, saying it will be fine but after this, for now, last accident, he has completely isolated himself from me but many a times, I have seen him looking at me thinking I am busy or not noticing.

I have heard him crying and saying I LOVE YOU repeadly to me at nights thinking I am asleep. Every night, with his confession I would hope for a bright morning tomorrow but no, the only thing I would receive in morning would be his nonchalant behaviour and care. That's it.

No words to sooth my aching heart. No words of love but that's it, enough of this hurt and wait. Its high time, I stop being a matter to pity and stand to look after my rights and responsibilities.

Yes, that's exactly I need to do.

I am completely fine now. Today, I will get ready for my husband, cook for him and ask for a new beginning.

A baby.

Ohh God!
Am I blushing?

Ugh! Shrug it.
I need to prepare for my upcoming date with my husband.

Ohh! Its been so many days, I entered into the kitchen. Most of the time, I am injured and other times, my overprotective husband has banned my entry over here.

But not today.

How much I missed cooking for my husband.

Though little angry, I know, he would be elated later with these delicious food and a delicious wife.

Mam, Sir would chop me off if he gets to know that I allowed you in kitchen.
Came a terrified Rosy's voice making me roll my eyes.

Rosy, why do I feel that I am the owner of this house and I have every right to visit every corner of this house and do whatever I desire?

I asked in a sarcastic chirpy way making Rosy embarrass and smile. Lately, Rosy had become a friend than a mere cook to me.

Many a times, she had given me some exotic tips to please my husband considering her being married for 6 years and it proved to be one of most steamy, memorable moments.

But, it was all one and half years back. Grounded with my accidents and responsibilities, the spark of us evaporated in the thick air but enough of it.

Tonight, I would ignite that spark once again. I would set everything perfectly and would make him lost in my arms, my warmth, my love.

Mam, where are you lost? I am calling you from last five minutes. Rosy nudging voice broke my thoughts and I eyed her innocently to which she returned her cheeky smile.

She turned to leave giving me my own kitchen to cook.

Turning towards me in a swift motion, she said Wear that black saari of yours with that one string blouse and make him loose his every damn control. With my mouth open wide and her naughty wink she went outside to look after other works leaving me with a colour of crimson on my cheeks.

Dinner was prepared but not his wife. Ohh! This cooking took 4 hours leaving only one hour in my hand to get ready.

Be quick Khushi.

Reaching my room, I opened my closet, how much I missed wearing sarees, ignorant to my scars, my husband loves to see me in saree with every kind of blouse.

Lately, all I could wear were some loose pants and tees due to my wounds.

Quickly picking out that very black saree, Rosy had mentioned I headed towards the washroom with that red hues not leaving my cheeks.

Its one of those hell shy memories. I wore this saree after 5 months of our marriage with this particular one string attached blouse when he came to pick his important file from office in between of a meeting.

Though I was busy in giv8bg instructions to Rosy after the dinner, I could feel a heated gaze piercing my almost bare back.

Before I could turn around, a sequel left my mouth as my desirous husband had picked me up in his arms obvious to the fact that Rosy was heavily blushing watching us.

The look he have me was so different that day. He had always been passionate but thay day it was a sensuous passion.

He had carried me all the way to out room while I hid my face in the crook of his neck not able to see, the servants gawking at our passion.

He had made sweetest yet rough love with me that day and it was soul-sheering.

I was in heaven and felt proud of the kind of man my husband is.

Two weeks later, I had suffered my very first accident and then I forgot the count.

The passion erupted and concern took it place. Love-making marks were replaced by accident's scars and then I forgot what a love-marking can be described as.

Everything was fine, we were still happy but then Lavanya made an entry in our eyes. She had every thing a Passionate man would desire. Curvy sexy body, plump lips, luscious hairs, exotic beauty and commendable brain. Ofcourse, she is a doctor not just for saying.

I was envious but I was happy that my husband's sole attention is on me, his scarred wife instead of a very desirous woman, Lavanya.

But my heart panged when I got to know that they dated for two months.These were those two months when I had begged him to break-up with me and marry Sheetal, tired of their taunts and torture. Yes, I have always been weak and timid.

Whole childhood, I had only Arnav and his parents as my anchor still they didn't know what hell I was going through. There was no one to comfort me after my parents demise and it made me weak.

Lavanya had proudly threw light upon my husband's love for me, making my insecurities fade. In anger and agony, he had been in a relationship with Lavanya and no matter how hard he tried, the only name he could utter in those dates and only face he could see was Mine and then he had decided.

Breaking up with Lavanya, he had decided to make me his at any cost, be it force and that was the day he found me in that dark room.

It still gives me goosebumps remembering how bitterly a tough man like him had cried seeing my wounds, I had after their beatings.

He had married me and unknown to me had made them, my culprits pay the worst.

No man can be as loving as my husband is.

But then, the fear started clouding my heart and mind once again with him distancing from me and getting more and more attached to Lavanya.

But tonight, I will win my husband back, forever.

To be continued..

The story might be little confusing and very painful but I would say to keep going and reading.

The real story would unfold with Arnav's POV and the story will take a new turn.

Arnav's POV has still few updates to make its appearance. Till then keep patience and tell me your opinion about possible reasons.

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