Chapter 24: Chapter 24

SAMEER PRATAP SINGH

She never boasted of her. Nor opposed my bad behavior. Always remains silent. But cares for me a lot.

Feeling bad while saying. As much as she takes care of me, as much as she cares for me, even Rasiya does not do it for me. And she claims that she loves me a lot. As much as Naina does for me, Rasiya does not do even one percent of it for me, still, I believe that she loves me the most.

She always keeps asking for this or that. Always insisting to go for shopping. Insisting to go on a date. If I could not able to make time to fulfilling her demands then she got offended me. Then it takes me half day to make her happy. Sometimes she hurt me with her behavior but I don't say anything to her. Sometimes I feel that she doesn't understand me at all as much as Naina does.

NAINA!!

How does she know me so well? It's only three months since our marriage. How does she knows when what I want??

Naina and Rasiya both are completely different from each other. Like one North pole and the other South pole.

Rasiya: Beautiful, intelligent, smart, and attractive girl.

And Naina!!!

She is totally different. Natural. This side makes her different from others but in a good way.

She has no ego, No attitude, Not demanding, Caring, and most of the time stays silent. And always love to nod her head in an answer to my questions instead of using her tongue.

Childish....

And cute too.

It's always wondered me, how she looks! I don't have any idea. I have never seen her face ever not before our marriage. She often came to visit our palace. I have heard her name many times. But never got the chance to meet her. Her laugh's like a melody to my ear.

She is not like other girls. Cunning, evil, gold digger, and money minded.

She's cute, innocent, sweet, righteous, and gracious. Sometimes scold me rightfully like a wife when I refuse to have food.

I appreciate her good sense of diet. She cooks healthy food. What is good for our health. So I'm greatfull to her for this. Before what my maid cooked for me was not proper healthy food. But I was helpless so I had to have that.

But after our marriage, all these things changed. I feel good and refreshed having food made by her.

She is way too innocent for this cruel world. If she remains like this then this cruel world will crush her under its feet.

After talking with Puneet, I feel hungry so I went to the kitchen to search for something. That I can fill my empty stomach. I searched in the fridge and found a box full of poha.

My face lit up seeing the box of poha. I took a spoon and started stuffing poha one by one like a starving beggar.

And suddenly I heard someone's voice which startled me. I was about to put the spoonful of poha inside my mouth and at the right moment, she came and caught me red-handed. With my open mouth and spoon in the air, I lift my gaze to look at her covered face.

I get caught by red-handed stealing food from my own house. A thief. I was feeling like that only that time.

Then she taunts me by making me remind, that what I had told her is that, I won't eat food made by her. Then why I'm having food like this?

I was lack of words so I stay mum. Getting no response from my side she started walking in my direction.

Why she's coming in my direction? I watched her come to me. I was feeling so awkward at that moment so I thought to go out. So I began to walk out of the kitchen.

But she stopped me. And told me to wait. She's going to reheat the poha.

I waited while leaning against the fridge folding my arms across my chest. I was observing her all actions but I get caught stealing glances at her.

I couldn't see her face but can sense that she was suppressing her smile.

Oh God!!!

How embarrassing?

She served the poha on a plat and handed it over to me.

After giving me food she started going out. Suddenly I remembered she hadn't had her dinner either. As she never eats before me. Always have her food after me. If I insist then she has her meal with me. But not always. Only sometimes.

So, that means she was sleeping without having her meal. I stopped her by calling her from behind and she stopped on her way and then turned to face me.

"It was yours, right?"

"Yes." She just give me a short answer. She always did like this.

I scold her for her stupid custom. And began to walk to the dining area.

I sat at the table and I noticed her going toward her room. So I asked her where she is going?

I know it's such a stupid question to ask someone when you're clearly known where she's going.

If there was someone else at her place, she would have said, are you blind? Can't you see that I am going to my room? But she didn't do anything like that.

That's why I always say she is different.

And her differences make her different from others.

She told me she is going toward her room. And I asked her to come near me.

Without asking anything she came in my direction taking baby steps.

She is too cute.

She stood maintaining a decent distance between us.

A smile crept to my lips because of her cute acts.

I told her to sit with me. I took a plat and placed some poha on that and pass it to her.

I told her to eat. But she refused by saying that she is not hungry. Saying that she took a step to go. But I stopped her by holding her wrist.

The moment our hands touched a spark ran through my body. I noticed she felt the same.

Her hand was so soft. Wasn't feeling like leaving her hand.

Forcefully I make her sit next to my chair.

And pushed the plat to her. I know it's not will be sufficient for her still it will fill her stomach a little. And she won't have to sleep on an empty stomach.

All of a sudden she told me that in her village people says, sharing food with someone increases love between the two peoples. Then she asked me, How should she take it.

I don't know what should i say now. I was feeling a lack of words. Like feeling like that cat caught my tongue. Still, I give her my answer. I told her I'm not concerned for her. I ask her to eat cause I can't have this too much food. So I asked her to finish it for me. Then I told her to thought it like, I'm doing this to increase hate between us. After hearing me she started laughing loudly. It was the first time that I'm hearing her laughing. so loudly. Her laugh was echoing the whole flat. And it was like a melody to my ear.

I know what rubbish thing's I have blabbered. But she can't laugh at me like that. So I asked her what was so funny?

And she says, your words are not less than any joke. Hate doesn't grow while caring and sharing. No one is so concerned about someone's the sake of hatred. Your care and concern don't define your hatred but......"

She paused. But, Why? What is she thinking?

"Define your goodness." Saying that she scoots from there to the kitchen with her plat.

What did she just say?

Why do I care for her so much?

Why do her thoughts matter to me so much?

What kind of charm is this, why do I feel like I'm attracted to her?