Naina's POV:

Today is Sunday, and Bhaiya, Bhabhi, Mumma, and Papa are all heading out together. When I suggested to Agastya that we should also join them, he simply replied that he had some important work to finish, so he couldn’t leave, which meant it would be just the two of us at home.

I still remember Bhabhi's words when she heard that…

Flashback:

“Oh, toh kya hua! Phir kabhi humare saath chale jana,” she said with a playful glint in her eyes. “Waise bhi, aaj tum dono akele ho… so enjoy your time with Agastya! Aise mauke baar baar nahi aate.”

Her teasing tone made my cheeks flush, and I could only respond with a nervous smile.

As the family finally left, my heart began racing. Standing alone in the kitchen, I couldn’t bring myself to head to the room just yet. But staying here would only delay the inevitable.

As I reached the room. I didn't find Agastya in our room. Probably he was in the study room. I sighed in relaxation but immediately my eyes shift on a gift box and a small note is stick on it.

I pick up the note to which it was written,

Naina, please wear this saree..I specially brought for you as I know it's your favourite colour..and come to the terrace..I am waiting for you.

Your Agastya ❤️

I kept on looking at the note. I don't know what should I do ?? Wear it or leave just like that?

Agastya’s POV:

Just as planned, Bhaiya and Bhabhi took Mumma and Papa out for the day, giving me the perfect opportunity to spend some uninterrupted time with Naina.

I’ve decorated the entire terrace with red balloons, their bright color adding a gentle warmth to the setting as they sway in the breeze. With the wind picking up, candles were out of the question, but the atmosphere feels just right. Nothing too extravagant—but enough to make her feel special.

It's been exactly one month since our wedding, and I thought, why not celebrate our one-month anniversary? I brought her favorite chocolate cake, perfect for us to share, and if she's up for it, we can even dance together. I set up a speaker in the back, just in case she feels like swaying to the music under the open sky.

Everything’s ready—all that’s left is for her to arrive. I hope she notices the saree I picked out for her, and that it makes her smile.

Agastya's POV:

As I stood there, I heard the faint tinkling sound of her payal, growing louder as she approached the terrace. My heart raced as Naina appeared at the top of the stairs, draped in that black net saree I’d chosen for her. She looked like a vision, with her open hair flowing around her shoulders, an image straight out of my dreams.

She paused, taking in the softly lit terrace and the decorations I’d arranged. I stepped forward, reaching for her hand, and whispered, “You're looking gorgeous, Naina… Did you like the saree?”

She nodded, her fingers slipping from mine as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Happy one-month anniversary, Naina…” I said, a grin spreading across my face. “It’s already been a month since our marriage...” My voice trailed off as I noticed the surprise in her eyes, realizing she hadn’t even noticed the passing days.

“Happy one-month anniversary to you too, Agastya,” she replied, her words polite but distant.

I smiled, not letting it affect me. “Thank you... Chalo, let’s cut the cake first,” I said, guiding her to the table. I handed her the knife, and she cut the cake in silence. I leaned forward, offering her a piece, but she just took a small bit from it and popped it into her mouth without looking at me.

I brushed it off with a smile, letting the moment pass. We sat together, talking as we usually did, but it was mostly me who was talking, filling the space between us. I could sense her drifting somewhere else, her attention slipping.

Naina had always been so talkative before the wedding, her laughter filling every silence. But now… now it was as though she’d shut herself off.

Finally, I looked at her and asked, “Dance karogi, Naina?”

She hesitated, shaking her head. “Tumhe pata hai na, Agastya, I’m not good at dancing… Hum log baith ke baat karte hain na,” she murmured.

I chuckled, taking her hand anyway. “Jhooti... tum toh mujhse bhi achha dance kar leti thi. Chalo na, let’s dance like we used to at farewell.”

Author's POV:

Agastya gently led her to an open space, pulling her into a slow dance. He held her by the waist, his hands light yet steady, while she placed her hands on his shoulders, her movements reluctant. He tried to bring her closer, twirling her twice, her back now pressed against his front before he spun her to face him again.

As he leaned in, his hand settled gently on her waist, their foreheads nearly touching. He smiled, hoping she would see how much he cared, how much he had waited for this moment.

But then, suddenly, Naina pulled away. She pushed him back, her face a mixture of confusion and regret.

Agastya staggered slightly, barely managing to keep his balance as Naina pushed him away, her face twisted with an expression he couldn't quite decipher.

He looked at her, shock evident in his eyes, struggling to understand what had just happened.

“Achanak kya hua tumhe, Naina?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion, searching her face for any hint of an explanation.

She glanced away, avoiding his gaze, her breath hitching as she stammered, “Woh—Ag…astya, I’m sorry.” Her words faltered as though the weight of what she wanted to say threatened to crack her calm exterior.

She bit her lip, struggling to hold back, but her frustration and restlessness were simmering right beneath the surface.

“Kya baat hai, Naina? Why are you doing this??” Agastya’s tone softened as he continued, his heart aching with each word.

“Jab se humari shaadi hua hain tab se dekh raha hoon tum kyun aise behave kar rahi ho? Jab bhi main tumhe chhoone ki koshish karta hoon ya tumhara haath pakadne ki, tum aise hi react karti ho...” His voice trailed off, his own patience fraying as he pleaded,

“Bataogi nahi toh samjhunga kaise?”

Naina closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath as her hands clenched into fists.

“I need time, Agastya,” she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper, but her trembling shoulders spoke of the storm within.

A mixture of frustration and heartbreak colored Agastya's face. He took a step closer, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“It’s already been a month, Naina. Ek mahina beet gaya aur ab tak main poori koshish kar raha hoon tumhe comfortable feel karwane ki… par tum toh mujhe apne paas tak aane nahi deti. Haath pakru toh chhod deti ho, paas baithu toh door ho jaati ho… aise kaise chalega, Naina?”

The floodgates burst open.

Naina’s eyes flashed with anger as she whipped around to face him. Her voice rose, fierce and raw, trembling with an emotion she had held back for too long.

“Exactly! Tum sahi keh rahe ho, Agastya, because I don’t like it when you come close to me!”

Her voice cracked, each word a sharp blade, slicing through the air between them.

“Yahi sunna chahte the na? Toh suno… mujhe pasand nahi hai jab tum mere kareeb aate ho!”

He freeze on his spot.

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