~•Aaravi's pov•~

Someone  gently shook me shoulder. "Aaravi, wake up and go to the room to sleep, "someone said softly and tenderly.

I woke up immediately after the first call.

I saw him.

"You're back?" I  asked in my sleepy voice, rubbing my eyes and trying to open them.

"Go, sleep in the room," he said.

"Did you have your dinner?" I asked again, opening my eyes.

I looked at him, and shock spread across my face.

Kya yeh bacche hai jo aadhi raat ko paani mein khel ke aaye.

"Kya aap raat ko paani ke saath khelne Gaye the," I  gasped.

"What?"

"I mean, how did you get completely soaked?"

He looked at his drenched clothes and then at me, "Oh, it's nothing."

Now I was fully awake, my doe eyes blinking.

He extended his hand in front of me, the one holding the seashell.

"Open it," he commanded.

I looked at the seashell and then at him, confused.

"Don't just stare at me, open it," he said, placing it in my palm.

I opened the seashell, and my eyes widened in shock as tears welled up.

There was a pearl inside the seashell.

I excitedly hugged him and, while jumping, said, "Thank you, Nikshant ji, thank you!" I felt his hand on my back, and only then did I realize what I had done. I started to pull back, but he hugged me tighter, pressing my face more into his chest.

"Do you like the gift?" he asked, his voice low and calm.

Like it? No, I loved it.

"Yes, very much," I replied with a smile, hugging him back.

In his arms, I felt a deep sense of peace.

He pulled away from the hug, and I immediately missed his warmth around me.

"My clothes are wet, so yours will get wet too," he said.

I nodded.

I felt happy, but when I looked at his drenched clothes, I felt guilty that he did that for me—he spent the entire night searching for a pearl.

I shouldn’t feel these butterflies in my stomach right now, especially when he's all soaked at night just because of me.

I shook my head internally because this is not the right time to think about all of this.

I should make some ginger tea so he doesn’t catch a cold or get a fever.

"I’ll set the food. You go and change your clothes," I said.

He nodded and went to the room.

I reheated the food and served it on the dining table. He came and sat down.

"Have you had your dinner?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

How do I tell him that I was waiting for him? I don't have the courage to say that, especially since he had already told me to eat dinner earlier.

"Oh..I," I stammered.

Why do you always stammer when speaking to him, Aaravi?

"Do you?" he asked again, his voice now stern and dangerous.

His voice sounded so dangerous that I got goosebumps all over my body.

"N..no," I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from crying.

"Why are so you rondu, aaravi,"I asked myself.

Because I always end up crying over the smallest things, or when someone's voice sounds dangerous.

"Why didn’t you have your dinner when I told you not to wait for me? Wifey, care to explain?" he growled.

I swallowed my dry throat and looked into his eyes, which is unhealthy for me because his eyes always carry a scary look, yet my heart still wants to gaze at them.

"I... wanted to have dinner with you," a tear escaped from my eyes, but I quickly wiped it away. I continued to look into his eyes, which now seemed soft, and something flickered in them for a moment but disappeared at my words.

"Didn’t I tell you that I would be late today?" he asked.

"Yes, you did, but as your wife, I have certain responsibilities. One of them is that I can’t eat until my husband has eaten," I told him.

I’ve always seen my mom not eat anything until my dad has eaten, even though my dad always told her that she shouldn’t wait for him. But my mom always said these things, so I said the same to him.

"This is ridiculous," he said, looking irritated.

"Now sit and eat with me," he said, and I nodded and sat on the chair.

When I couldn’t resist anymore, I asked him, "Why did you spend the whole night looking for this pearl?" while playing with my spoon.

"I don’t feel like explaining to you," he said, rudely.

That’s rude.

And I didn’t ask him any more questions because I knew he would never answer me.

We finished our dinner, and I took the plates, washed them, and dried my hands with the edge of my saree.

I made ginger tea for him, took the tray in my hands, and left the kitchen. I saw him sitting on the couch, looking at something on his phone.

Doesn’t he want to sleep?

Anyway, it’s good for me. I can quickly give him the ginger tea and go to sleep.

I giggled at my thoughts.

I walked toward him and placed the tray in front of him.

He finally took his eyes off his phone and looked at me, raising one eyebrow.

"This is ginger tea; it will help prevent a cold or fever, so drink it," I said.

"I don’t want it," he replied, in his egoistic voice.

Why can’t he put his ego aside for just a second?

"You have to drink it," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Don’t you think you’re acting like my wife?" he said, his voice low yet cold.

Does he not remember that I am his wife? Does he have a memory problem?

I widened my eyes at my thoughts.

Get a grip, Aaravi.

"I am your wife, and besides being your wife, I’m a medical student, soon to be a doctor. So as a future doctor, it’s my responsibility to look after my patients. But since you’re not a patient, but my husband, it’s my duty to take care of you. I think you might need this because you could catch a cold," I explained.

"Wow, Aaravi, what a reply!" I praised myself.

"I'm not a baby who needs a babysitter to look after him," he rasped out.

Of course you're not a baby because you're an egoistic man.

"Well, of course you're not, and now drink it so I can go and sleep," I said with a yawn.

"Don’t get on my nerves, my dear wifey, and you can go to sleep," he gritted through the words "my dear wifey," sending shivers down my spine.

You have to stay strong in front of him right now because this is about his health, and you can’t neglect that.

"I'm not getting on your nerves, Nikshant ji. Once you finish the ginger tea, then I'll go to sleep," I said nonchalantly.

"Fine," he gritted his teeth and drank the ginger tea in one go.

Quite fast at drinking.

"Good," I said with a smile, continuing, "Wait for me." I quickly hurried toward my room, entered, grabbed my bag, and pulled out some medicine.

Good thing I keep medicine in my bag because you never know when someone might need it.

I left the room, went down the stairs, and walked in front of him again.

Well done, Aaravi.

"Here, take this," I handed him the medicine.

"Not again," he muttered slowly, but I heard it.

"Take it jaldi, jaldi," I insisted.

( Quickly, quickly )

"Just don't marry a doctor because she will never let you live in peace until she makes you take your medicine," he mumbled, shaking his head. He thought I didn’t hear him, but guess what, I did, and a giggle escaped from my mouth.

"What?" he asked in his grumpy voice.

"Nothing. Now take this," I handed him the medicine again, and finally, he took it and gulped it down, his Adam's apple moving up and down.

I felt something burning inside me.

"Now happy? Go sleep and let me sleep too," he said emotionlessly, climbing the stairs.

Ouch, that hurts.

"Good night, Nikshant ji," I still said with a smile, but he neither stopped nor turned back towards me.

And damn, it hurts when you’re putting so much effort into this relationship, and the other person does nothing.

I’m not saying he didn’t do anything; he did. But now it’s not enough for a relationship.

When one person is putting in 100% and the other is only putting in 1%, it just doesn’t work.

To make a relationship work, both people have to give 100%. Only then does a relationship work, otherwise, never mind.

I looked at the seashell on the table where I had placed it and walked towards my room.

I entered the room, sat on the bed, opened the seashell, and looked at the pearl, which was shining because of the light.

I smiled. "Thank you, Nikshant ji, once again for fulfilling this wish of mine. Yes, I know you fulfilled my first wish, which was to go to Greece. Shreya told me today, although you told her not to, but nothing stays on her lips for long, and she ended up spilling the tea when we were talking this evening after you left to search for the pearl.

"You are so complicated, Nikshant ji. Sometimes you talk so rudely, sometimes you're nice, sometimes you don’t seem to care about me, and other times you do. This is confusing me, Nikshant ji, because... because what if I get attached to you, or maybe even fall for you? It would ruin your life, and I don’t want that. I don’t want my first heartbreak,"I didn’t realize when my tears started falling.

"I don’t want to feel this way, Nikshant ji. You know why? Because your little care, or the fact that you did something for me, has affected my heart in a way I don’t want. I know that you and I will never have a future because a girl like me doesn’t deserve a man like you. You are pure, and here I am, impure. You might have beautiful memories, but I only have horrible memories; you might have been loved by your family, while I’ve been treated like trash. You are a delicate flower, and here I am, a rose filled with thorns that might end up hurting you—or maybe even myself, which I don’t want, Nikshant ji."I wiped my tears.

"You should stay away from me, Nikshant ji, because my thorns can prick you and it will hurt you badly. Because even when I want to stay away from you, you do something that pulls me back to you. Why is our relationship so complicated, Nikshant ji? Why can't you and I have a normal life?" I smiled painfully.

"You know I want to cherish our relationship and create lots of beautiful memories, to behave like a normal couple where there are no horrible memories-only beautiful ones for you and me, for us. But I know that will never happen," I smiled sadly.

"You know it hurts badly whenever I think about our relationship," I pointed to my heart.

"Because we don't have a normal relationship, and every time I think about it, it hurts so much that I want to rip out my heart so I won't feel the pain," a sob escaped from my mouth.

"It's crazy, isn't it? Well, I think so too," I chuckled painfully.

"Because then I won't have any pain in my heart, and I won't feel any pain at all." With that, my eyes gave up, and I fell asleep.

~•Author's pov•~

Somewhere in India.

The room was dark, with dim light, and a man was sitting on a chair, staring at the wall covered with pictures of a girl.

"Oh, my birdie, I miss you badly. You know that, right?" He threw his cigarette to the floor and crushed it with his foot.

"How would you know when you’re enjoying your fucking honeymoon with that bastard husband of yours? That dickhead stole you away from me," he said with a merciless smile.

"But that dickhead shouldn’t have come between us because I burned every thorn that came between us," he said with a sinister smile on his face.

"You know, when I first saw you, it did something to my heart—no, it did something to my mind." He poked his tongue inside his mouth and recalled the moment he first saw her.

Flashback.

Two years ago

"Bro, go fast; otherwise, we won’t be able to attend today’s lecture," I heard my friend yelling from behind.

I was already irritated because I had forgotten that we had an important lecture today, and we were late because of him. This bastard of a friend is yelling at me.

"Don’t yell at me, man," I turned back and glared at him.

"Ahh man, don’t stare at me like that; it scares me," he placed a hand over his heart.

"It should," I said, turning back to the front, and then I collided with someone.

"Damn, why does this always happen when I have something important to do?" I cursed.

I saw a girl in a black anarkali suit, and her face was partially hidden by her hair. I felt a curiosity to see her face.

"I... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to collide with you," she trembled while speaking.

Her voice was like a melody.

Such a fragile girl.

"Hey, it’s okay," I said, bending down to collect her books. Finally, she looked at me, and my eyes stopped at her brown orbs; her face showed innocence.

That I wanted to ruin  completely.

Her face was angelic, with that small nose and red lips like a rose.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see that you were coming," she said as she collected her books and stood up.

"Hi, I’m Sak—," I started, but was cut off by another girl who yelled at her.

"Aaravi, come fast! We’re going to be late!" the girl yelled, and Aaravi looked at me, said "sorry," and disappeared from my sight.

Aaravi—such a fragile name, just like her.

Something happened to my heart—no, it did something to my mind.

I was captivated by her beauty.

"She's beautiful, isn’t she?" that bastard said, and I clenched my fists to stop myself from punching him.

"It would be fun to use her," that bastard didn’t stop.

Flashback end.

See, that bastard of a friend of mine died because he wanted to use you, but he doesn't know that only I have the right to use you however I want.

So I killed him brutally; his screams are still ringing in my ears, and it gives me peace.

He begged me not to kill him, but I didn't listen. I killed him with my bare hands. Who will say anything to me? I am a doctor; I save people's lives and take others' lives as well.

"No one will know that because I'm a doctor."

"See what you have made me, Aaravi Sachdeva, or I can say Aaravi Roy Kapoor," he gritted his teeth.

"You may not be my love, but you are my obsession."

I

Am

Obsessed

With

You

Badly.

"An unhealthy obsession that I love the most," he chuckled with a sinister smile.

"You know I don't regret killing my friend because that bastard deserved it. He thought of something he shouldn't have,"

"Because only Saksham Raichand can think that way, and no one else can. Saksham Raichand doesn’t like it when someone thinks about something that belongs to him,"he laughed, maniacally.

Oh my God, I just revealed her psychopath lover's name!*giggling emoji*

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