The Broken Souls (Beyond the love)

66. My brother

Dhruv's point of view

My basketball was making a thumping noise with every thump to the ground, sweat was dripping from my wet torso, I was feeling hot that's why my shirt was resting on the chair.

Nikhil has the small basketball court in the basement of his house. It wasn't a proper basketball court. I made it myself by putting a net basket on the wall.

Exercising and playing basketball is my only escape route when I feel frustrated or need to sort out something.

It's been two days I turn from bachelor to a married man but it's nothing feels like one. Yes, I love the girl I married but she hates me because the way I made her mine.

I have to do it to save her from the monsters she live with. The way they hurt her I am going make it worse everyday from them. It is getting hard to stay away from her. I want to sleep with her in my arms, cuddling the hell out of me like she cuddle that pillow which was between us. But I know I have to wait.

She is insecure and it's natural as everyone in her life abandon her, leave her at the point when she needs them. Her own family hurt her in a worst way. Priya put her in mind that I was going to marry her with my willingness. Aditi thinks that I miss used her but who gonna tells her she is the only girl in my life, I want to marry. She is the first girl in my life and going to be last.

I want to clear all the misunderstanding between us but I also hurt her.

I leave the basketball hold her hand and pin her to the wall who was peaking, watch me playing from behind the wall.

I was panting, feeling the lack of breath but I found short of breath when I was looking at those hazy brown eyes which was looking at me with fear. She lower down her eyes and her cheeks turn into red when she found me shirtless. To give her the batter view I came closer to her, making her again looked into my eyes but my eyes went from her eyes to her pink lips. She was not wearing any lipstick, yet they looks so tempting.

The sindoor in her maang, give me the satisfaction and the happiness that she is finally mine.

She is my wife, Aditi Dhruv Malhotra.

How beautiful it sounds. She also don't have any idea How beautiful her names sound with mine. Should I say I am the lucky baster to have her in my life as my wife.

Fuck, yes.

I am the lucky Asshole who got such a beautiful and amazing wife.

"Dhruv, hume chodiye." Her voice was barely audible, her cheeks turn more red when she put her hand on my chest to push me little but don't ask the condition of my heart, I am sure she can also feel it how fast it was beating.

(Dhruv, leave me.)

"What are you doing here?" I asked still not leaving her hand.

She looked into my eyes but again lower them down when she saw the intensity in my eyes.

"I came here to ask you something." She managed to speak. I leaned down to her face. She gasped when my lips touched to her earlobe. I wasn't kissing just keep my lip there.

"What..?" My voice is as low as her. I almost whispered. My breath was fanning to her earlobe.

"Dhruv, please.." She again push me a little.

This time I let go her and make a safe distance between us against my willing. I don't want to do anything which she doesn't want as she already blame me that I used her to pleasure myself. I know what she said was in anger but I am not going to do anything which make her uncomfortable.