When I glanced at her face, I realized something. I broke the promise I made with myself on the of my marriage. I promised myself that I would change the way I conduct myself, no bloodshed until she wants and for her sake. And I just broke the promise, in a split second of rage.

Don't worry, everything takes their time. We are not perfect. If something is not going your way, try once, try twice, try thrice, try until you get your results. No one is a failure until he/she accepts themselves as one. You lose when you stop trying.

Those were her exact words which she told Raghav when he was learning how to ride a bike. He had a very minor accident while riding Bullet Classic 350. I was with him at the hospital, and she came rushing in.

Her brows relaxed when she saw his fine state. He just had an injury on his wrist and ankle. She came toward him and pulled his ear. He whined.

"How many times have I told you to be careful? Look, what you have done to yourself." She scolded him lightly. I took my time to admire her features. Her black long hair was down and she was wearing a white A-line Anarkali suit.

"Ok sorry baby, sorry. It hurts, it hurts." He said while making faces. But instead, she put more pressure on his ear.

"You are sorry? Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for riding the bike recklessly. I would not touch it again. Not touch it again." She twisted his ear more.

"What?"

"Sorry baby, please pardon my ear." She left his ear while he rubbed it gently.

"You know what, I'm never gonna touch a bike again. This thing is not meant for me." He stated while his voice carried a hint of sadness. She slapped his shoulder, taking both of us off-guard.

"So, you are saying, you lost?" his eyes widened at her statement.

"What?"

"Yes, you said you will never touch a bike again, it means you will stop trying, and it means you lost willingly."

"I didn't get it?"

"Raghav, everything takes their own time. We are not perfect. If something is not going your way, try once, try twice, try thrice, try until you get your results. No one is a failure until he/she accepts themselves as one. You lose when you stop trying." She sighed and shook her in disappointment. He pouts.

"Ok baby, I get it." He muttered.

She smiled beautifully and hugged his frame lightly but in a firm grip.

And that was the first time I felt jealous of my best friend. I felt jealous of someone. And the same day, I was introduced to her by Raghav.

She forwarded her hand toward me as I stared at it for a solid second. But as I didn't shake her hand with mine, the tension rose.

"Leave it, Vani. He doesn't like it." Raghav tried to lessen the awkwardness. But it didn't waver her even a bit.

Holding my breath, I touched her hands, and she firmed her grip.

"That's more like it." She uttered with a beautiful smile.

"Vani Bakshi." She introduced herself.

"Omkar Kashyap." My voice came as usually low and cold. But her smile didn't waver for once.

"It's nice to meet you."

"Pleasure is all mine." I hate sometimes when my voice doesn't come out the way I want.

And that was the time I fell in love with my best friend's fiancée. It was stupid how my heart waver in just a simple introduction. My chest felt warm after a long time. If she wasn't Raghav's fiancée, I would have proposed to her a long time ago. But now...

I don't have a habit to snatch. Ok, I had. But I couldn't do it with her, she was looking so happy with him. I don't have the heart to snatch her happiness from her. Heck, I can't even snatch anything from her. That's my love, my sanity.

My trance broke when I saw her shifting in her position. I didn't realize when I got so near her. I know she will panic after she wakes up that she got late and all. But looking at her peaceful sleep, I don't have the heart to wake her up. After all, she is sleeping like this after so many days.

Kissing her forehead, I went to the bathroom. After I had done my routine, I saw her wide awake, sitting and yawning while rubbing her one eye. So cute.

"Good morning." I started. But as expected-

"Morning." She replied. She replied? Yes, she replied. What happened? Did she reply to me? Me? I blinked and blinked. Not realizing that she had already gone past me and closed the door of the closet.

My heart thumped. Shaking my head, I looked at the mirror, where a dumbfounded fool was staring at me. Smiling to myself I went down and took my seat on the dining table.

House help served the breakfast in front of me, but I waited for her first.

"Sir, your food is getting cold." A helper reminded me.

"Let it be, anyways, it's just a toast and jam." I glanced at her,

"Did you prepare her breakfast?"

"Yes." with a polite nod she left the dining area, and I resumed scrolling on my phone. After 30 minutes, she descended down but not wearing her usual business suit but a white polo shirt and yellow joggers. Her hair was tied in a messy bun. My eyes soften.

She non-hurriedly pulled her chair and sat down. Her breakfast was served before her almost immediately.

"You are not going to work?"

"Nah, I don't want to." Yes, perks to being an advocate.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good." I smiled internally when our conversation held normally. This is good, at least we are talking normally. 

"Uh, I'm sorry." I looked at her who was fidgeting with her fingers.

"For what?"

"For the last night." I frowned.

"Uh, I don't know what came to my mind. I think I mistook someone else as Raghav and... and..." she huffed,

"I'm really sorry, you had to handle me, you..." she huffed again. Her face was now fully flushed.

I held her small warm hands. I could read guilt on her face.

"Hey, calm down love. There is no need to be sorry. You are my wife. So, what if I had to handle you last night? I'm glad it was me who handled you. Don't take stress. I already told you; you can rely on me." I cooed, but I could only her guilt doubling over.

"Ok, do one thing then." I clutched her hands more, silently happy that she didn't throw my hands off.

She looked at me with expectance. I control my urge to laugh at her cute instincts.

"Let's go to the park, with me." My heart thumped at the expectation. Alright, I should be ready for her rejection. It's ok. Baby steps Omkar, baby steps. Should I be ready for brutal rejection or straight? I think the brutal one is less harmful than the straight one. But she rejected me brutally-

"Ok." She whispered while looking at my hands which were covering hers.

OK? Did she just agree to come with me? Again, me?

"Timing?"

"A-after breakfast." I stuttered. Not believing what just happened.

"Thank you." She again whispered. Now what?

"Why?"

She shrugged.

"I just felt." Her eyes looked at my side and my breath hitched.

She cleared her throat and eyed my hand which was still covering hers.

I reluctantly let her hands go and she resumed her eating. My chest held excitement. I could feel my heart jumping. Her words playing in my mind like a rhythm.

Standing outside the house I'm still unable to accept the fact that she is going out with me.