Veer Heer Singh POV

A month ago, Time 1:00 am

Her crying made me ache; she was crying badly. I know losing someone is the worst thing you can feel as a human. But I can’t see her crying like this, so I have to distract her; that’s why I mentioned the injection, and she stopped crying. When I told her about the new house, her mood completely switched. 

We both walked to to car, I was applying for leave for two days, she needed time to settle. When I looked up, she was gone. “Where she can go, I take her responsibility. Will I fail on my first day?”  The weather is also not good, it’s cloudy, and rain can start anytime. 

I was looking here and there, then my eyes fell on the dupatta, our tangled dupatta. “So in this direction she leaves.” I was running like a crazy person, screaming her name. My heart was getting restless, and unpleasant thoughts were popping into my mind.

I was struggling to catch my breath, then I saw her, “Heriye, galat baat, bina bataye kaha chali gayi thi aap?”

(Heriye, wrong thing, where have you gone without telling me?)

Her smile bloomed the second she saw the little cat. It’s in light grey with some white in it. She holds her like she is a little precious thing. When she said she would start crying, I said yes to keep her. But this cat needs a vaccination. 

I picked her up in my arms and made her sit in the car seat. She looked up in the sky and whispered, “Hope you are seeing me, Nina. See, I have a husband and baby. I also have a family, like others.” I know some people uttered bad words in the past, but not anymore. I’ll separate each tongue from its mouth that tries to hurt my Heriye. 

After one hour of driving, we reached, and my Heriye fell asleep, but that little Bebo is wiggling in her lap. “Heer, get up, we reached your new house.” She opened her eyes, holding Bebo in her arms, and we entered. “Abhi late ho gya hai na, kal subha aap sabse mil lena.” Hearing my words, she gets tense.

“They all are good people, no one will say a single word to you, you are now Heer Veer Singh, my wife.” 

She gave me a happy nod in just 2 seconds. 

(It’s late tonight, you can meet everyone tomorrow morning.)

We reach on third floor, “wow, ye toh bhout bada hai.” After hearing us, VJ comes from our room, touches Heer’s feet, “Bhabhi, I’m VJ. Veer bhai is my big brother.” Heer just passed an awkward smile to him and a curt nod. I also gesture to VJ that she will get comfortable in a few days.

(Wow, it’s so big.)

“Bhabhi, I brought so many blue suits for you, they are in your room.” Heer ran towards the room. 

“Bhai, from Bhabhi’s home, I bring all the stuff, her tablet, and books also.” Before I could reply to VJ, we heard Heer crying from the room. Our eyes met, and we also ran inside the room. She was sobbing. I cupped her face, “Kya hua humare bachee ko.” 

(What happened to my baby?)

She was looking towards VJ, “ye humara chudiyo se bhare box nhi laye hai, hume wo chaiye,” holding my hand, she came in the side of the room, “dekhiye yaha sab hai, humari books, pens, paints or tablet jo aapne hume diya hai, par…”

(He did not bring my box filled with bangles.)

(See, everything is here, my books, pens, paints, or the tablet that you gave me.)

I looked at VJ, and he understood and left from there. I gently hold her face in my palm, her cheeks turned red due to excessive crying. I leaned and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Wo toh purani ho gaye thi na, or aapko shayad pata nhi hai shadi ke baad sab kuch naya-naya phente hai.” I continue kissing her forehead. 

(They turned old, maybe you are not aware that after marriage, we all wear new-new things.)

She began to relax and stopped crying. She looked to meet my eyes, “ache, hume kisi ne bataya hi nhi.”

(Okay, no one told me about this.)

“No worry, Bachee, ab se aapko kuch bhi pouchna ho toh hum se pouch lena, hum sab kuch aapko batayege.” 

(No worry, Baby, from now on, if you want to ask something, then ask me, I’ll tell you everything.)

I wiped her eyes with my thumb, “aapko, aapna naya ghar nhi dekhna kya?”

(You don’t want to look at your new house?)

She started caressing Bebo, who was near her feet. She holds her in her arms, “chaliye, ab hum tino ghar dekhte hai.”

(Let’s go, now we all three look house.)

“Bedroom?” I asked. 

“I like it because it’s all blue.” My heart didn’t see beyond blue. 

The bedroom i  pastel-blue in color. The walls, ceiling, and bedding are all different shades of blue, creating a calm, ocean-like vibe. Large windows with white sheer curtains let in soft light, brightening the room, especially the sunlight. 

Opening the bathroom door, “aaiye bathroom dekh lijiye.” 

(see the bathroom.)

She entered, “aarey wahh, bathtub and shower together.” I know she wants a big bathtub with a shower, so she can take a shower with her feet dipped in water. Next was the dressing room, with a bathroom door, and there is a door of the dressing room, “here.” 

“Ye bhi blue color mein, aapko kse pata hume blue pasand hai.” A blind person can also tell that she likes blue because she always wears clothes in blue. She doesn’t wear any other color. 

(This is also blue. How did you know I like the color blue?)

Next was the living room, from here our floor starts, “yeh bhi acha aur bada hai Dr. Veer.” I already made sure that every corner on this floor gets sunlight, because her old house was open and she loves to sit in the sunlight with her plants.

(This is good and big too.)

“Come,” holding her hand, I made way toward the open roof. 

When we stepped, her mouth opened in an O shape. “Ye…ye..” The next words never came from her mouth.

“I know grass is just a carpet, but all the flowers here are real.” She loves roses, but the rose plant has thorns; she might hurt herself with them. I can’t bear a single scratch on her; that’s why I purposely avoid them. Her eyes were glowing with happiness. “Wait for me, I’ll come in one minute.” 

I bring a bowl, a warm sheet, and milk. I called her to another corner. This is a tiny glasshouse outside. It has big, clear windows all around, so you can see inside. A comfy blue-gray couch and chairs with big pillows, like a little living room outside. It looks fancy, cozy, and perfect for relaxing.

I added some milk to the bowl and placed that on the table. “Our Bebo must be hungry. Let’s feed her.” She nodded and dropped the Bebo near the bowl, and with her tongue, she started flicking her tongue on the surface of the milk. 

I fold the warm sheet and place it on the sofa, “she will sleep here for tonight.” 

“Nhi, nhi, yaha nhi, humare bed ke pass rahegi Bebo, aagar usko thand lag gayi toh?” she said, shaking her head. 

(No, no, not here, she will live near our bed. What if she caught a cold here?)

"It’s closed, see all sides were covered with glass,” I turned her face to the side, “see, you can see when you were lying on the bed.” She didn’t answer me because she is not convinced yet. 

“I forgot to tell you, Bebo didn’t get her vaccine yet. If she scratches you with her nails and bites you, then you have to get at least 50 injections.” Her eyes turned wide, and she stepped back from Bebo, who was still drinking her milk. I know it’s a lie, you only need 2 to 5 injections, but for now, this white lie is required. 

“Okay, kal subha sabse pehle hum Bebo ko vaccine lagvayege.” Saying that, she starts walking. 

(Okay, tomorrow morning, the first thing we do is her vaccine.)

Then she stopped and picked up that folded sheet on the floor, “here, agar sofa se bebo gir gayi toh use choot lag jayegi.” I chukled at her concern. She truly loves her Bebo. 

(Here, what if she fell from the sofa? She will get hurt.)

The rain started, so we rushed inside the room. I close the door tightly. When I entered in room, I saw Heer was folding our tangled dupattas. The knot is still tied. She opened one of the bags of her new clothes and put that bag in the top shelf of the cabinet. 

“It’s time to feed my first bachee,” she looked at me with narrowed eyes. Then I showed the food in my hand, and she rushed to me, and we both sat on the bed. She was eating so fast because she was hungry. So many things happened today, she lost her only family and ended up with her new family. 

She got up, “Bas, kya ab hum naha le?” But I held her hand, “After eating, we should not take a shower, you might fall ill, then I might have to give you an injection.” 

“Acha, acha, aaj aap pura din injection-injection hi karte rahege kya?” saying this, she gets rid of my hand. “Ab hum naye kapde toh pehan le, kya usme bhi aap hume injection lagega?” 

(Okay, Okay, today you're just saying injection-injection the entire day.)

(Can I wear my new clothes, or because of will you give me an injection?)

It was 2:25 am. I already changed my clothes outside when she was changing inside. She came and lay on the bed. I also lay on the other side of the bed. But she moved towards me, her back touching my chest. Then I noticed she was wearing a bra, but at night, no woman should wear that. I have to talk to her about that. Without exchanging a word, we slept in silence.

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Present Time

Nighttime at Roy's house:

Viraj Janaat Singh POV 

I was ringing the bell for the past five minutes, “Did she already sleep? It’s only 7:00 pm. Maybe she was tired and slept early.” So I go to the park and pick the main door key from the pot.

Thanks to Dad, I knew where the keys were.

I entered just to meet with silence. She didn’t come back. I should wait for her. 

Now I can officially and legally enter this house because it’s my sasural.

Before that, I should check her room, maybe she was sleeping inside. Going upstairs, I open her room door. It’s empty like a house. 

She hasn’t come yet. Should I wait for her?

Yes! Every husband in this world waits for her wife. 

Then I noticed her room is tiny, like her. Standing here feels odd, like I’m some kind of alien. This bedroom has a soft, feminine, and luxurious aesthetic with a blush-pink and neutral palette. A pink headboard with a minimalist white nightstand on each side. The Queen-size bed rested in one corner with a few pillows and a cushion. A rug featuring a delicate marble or abstract pattern to soften the space, a white desk chair, or a vanity chair to the right. Sunlight directly falls on the bed, which must bother her daily. 

A study table has just been placed in front of the bed, and beside this, a full-length mirror with a cute rug. Next to the mirror, her few hair accessories hang on the wall.

Just above the ceiling chandelier enhances the room's beauty, just like her red lips make her more adorable. “I forgot to check the washroom.” Knocking on the door of the washroom, but only silence.

I entered the washroom and found three shelves filled with products. Carefully, I checked all the products and placed an order for them. “She should feel comfortable in her new home. I’ll make sure all her needs are fulfilled without even asking. It’s not like I’m doing this first time, because of bhai I already experienced that. I still remember I forgot to pick the box filled with bangles, and bhabhi started crying.”

Setting my hair with my hand, “Little things matter to women, and my heaven is already a sensitive one; I’ll not be able to see her being sad on this unnecessary stuff.” 

I was so lost checking her room that I forgot that she is not home. “Should I call her?” Then I heard the front door lock sound.

As I approached the doorknob, it suddenly flew open in my face. “Ahh, my nose.”

My brows furrowed, “Is she?” 

She turned to the balcony, a little stumbling, holding the railing with one hand and pointing her index finger to the sky with the other. “Yo..you.. My moonie. Are you still following me? Good, good.” Now, gesturing thumbs up.  

Moonie? Maybe indicating the moon.

“I should bring lemon water for her,” I whispered and made my way toward the kitchen downstairs.

After five minutes, I brought lemon water upstairs and called her,  “Janaat?” I called softly, but there was no reply. Passing through the balcony curtain saw her curled up on the small swing. 

Should I wake her up?

But what if she gets scared to see me?

Maybe she will not recognize me. It’s not like she knows me from ages. According to her, we have just met two times. And at the third meeting, we became a married couple. I don’t know how to handle a drunk Janaat. A flicker of a moment caught my attention; her eyes opened hazily. I quickly hid behind the balcony curtain. I never imagined that I would hide like a thief.

She stood up on her feet, wearing only white socks. She looked up and, with wall support, entered the room. She stopped near the bed and faced the vanity mirror, a bright smile spreading across her face. That smile lit up the night, and without any awareness, a tiny smile slipped from my lips as well.

She cupped her cheeks and checked her face from left and right. It was a side of her I had never seen before.

Suddenly she dropped her hands from her face and started pulling the dress from her waist, “pee.. I have to pee.” 

Wait. What? Pee?

She was struggling and pulling her dress, then she started twirling, “wee, wee, my skirt is looking flowing.” Did alcohol do something to her? I panicked and started rubbing the back of my neck.

Should I help her? 

But how can I? 

You can’t, she is just a baby.

That’s the point, she is a baby and drunk, she needs my help.

She shook her head, “Ohh! It’s a dress. I have to remove shorts under the skirt.” murmuring this, she entered the washroom. 

Thank god. Bach gaya.

For a moment, I stopped breathing. I placed the glass of lemon water on the bedside table. “I should wait for her to sober up.” With that, I was out of her room and standing against the wall just to the side of the door. “I’ll wait here, maybe she will need something.”

“Awoo, why is the door moving? Stop! Stop moving, door. You hit my knee.” I stood at the door for a moment, just watching her. She was completely wasted.

Then she sat on the bed and took a sip of lemon water that I placed, and lay on the bed. I stood there on the door like a guard. 

After waiting for some time, I walked forward slowly near the bed and crouched in front of her. My gaze fixed on her peaceful face. A tiny pout formed on her lips, and she truly looked like a Baby.

“At the age of twenty, you drink. Not acceptable, Heaven.” I whispered it more to myself than to her.

Seeing you like this, something is changing. 

Maybe something warm or something unavoidable.

Then, suddenly, I spot the red mark on her knee, “Maybe because she bumped into the door earlier, when the door was moving, she wasn’t.”

I opened the side table drawer, and my eyes fell out of my eyeballs. This is full of lip products. I don’t think I can find any ointment here.

(bedside table drawer)

After lots of effort, I finally found the ointment. Sitting beside her knees, I opened the tube, dropped a pea-sized amount of cream on my index finger. I began to apply gently to her knees. My hands were steady, but my eyes were intense. She should be more careful. She winced slightly, maybe feeling the sting. My jaw clenched, her little inconvenience making me angry. I unfolded the duvet and pulled it over her small frame. This will keep her warm.

I sat near her face. I didn’t know why I was sitting on the floor, staring at her like this. I didn’t even know why I felt the urge to protect her now, and in the past. I just want to make sure she is healthy and happy.

She was murmuring in sleep, but that didn’t reach my ear, so I just leaned toward her lips, “It’s cheating. Ase thodi hota hai.” 

What cheating? Did she have a boyfriend or some friend cheat on her? I didn’t know why her sleepy and drunken words affected me this much. I needed to figure out what was going on in her sleepy head.

I guided my strange thoughts aside, but couldn’t control my eyes as they were stuck on her. She again made a strange noise in her sleep; maybe she is having an odd dream. I felt her rubbing her feet together. 

“Are socks making her uncomfortable?” I lifted the duvet from her feet, and with my fingertips I removed the socks. Her feet are tiny, shorter than the size of my palm. Her nails were coated with white; she really liked white. Again covered her feet with the duvet.

I registered a little longer than I was already sitting in the same place near her face, again.

Yes! again.

She silently rubbed her cheek on the pillow as her loose, curly strands tickled her. I bent lower near her face, and I blew air so her strands moved away from her face. Failed miserably.

After the first failed attempt, I use my index finger to remove a hair strand, not before rolling that strand, making it curly. Gosh, I want to do this earlier, too. Now, there was a soft and comforting smile on her lips.

Problem solved. 

Then my eyes fall on her cleavage. My throat turned dry, and I gulped down, leaning against her side table.

I was about to get up, but then she moved inches closer to me, and my gaze fell on her lips. Her full lips remind me of the time when she painted them red. That red color makes them edible.

Stop here.

She is just a baby. Only twenty years old.

Remember that man. Stop acting like a libidinous teenager. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, the next moment, my hand goes near her face, and my thumb starts caressing her cheeks. She has rosy white cheeks, but her skin color is still pale. She really needs healthy eating habits. I didn’t even notice that I was so close to her face until her breath blew near my neck. 

Stop, or you will wake her up. 

I noticed her lips moved again, and I leaned again to hear her, “ase thodi surprise marriage hoti hai.”

Surprise marriage?

Not for you, but sure for her. Who marries a man they met just twice before marriage?

Again, she murmured, “leha…” but the complete word didn’t come out of her lips. 

Her sudden turn made me alert, like I was on the edge of the mountain. She pulled one pillow under her knee and hugged another pillow close to her chest. Now her steady breath tells me she is in a deep sleep.

I shield my gaze from the dim glow of the lamp to study her; even in sleep, she blabbers. The quiet breath rising and falling—a gentle rhythm—feels like a lullaby I’ve waited a lifetime to hear. I wondered what she was dreaming about, but she looked like a small baby.

My heaven.

I’m tempted to reach out and trace the delicate curve of her eyelids and kiss them just to verify that she is real, that this isn’t a dream. I have waited for this moment. The word “husband,” “her husband,” was ringing in my ears like a bell. 

I want to press my lips to her temple, to pledge without words what a signature never could. I want to guard her from every noise, every doubt, every second of loneliness that might frighten her awake. Guarding a baby is what feels like that exactly, I’m feeling now.  I sat there, on the floor beside her bed, and a fierce, tender current ran through me. I felt like I was guarding heaven itself—my wife, my baby, my whole world. 

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