Unwanted [COMPLETED]

Epilogue

Manik

I walk out of the jewelry shop, pocketing the velvet box in my coat.

A cool evening breeze welcomes me as I walk to my car, and I let out a small smile.

Who would have thought that me, Manik Sisodiya, would be giddy about going out with his wife?

How the time has changed?

Shaking my head, I climb inside the car, and ask the driver to take me home.

To my Nandini.

When I agreed to marry her, I had no intention to honor the vows we took then.

Heck, I did not even consider her as my wife. She was only a pawn in the stupid revenge game I was planning to play at that time.

Although I do have remorse for that thought I had back then and the way I treated Nandini for a while after our marriage, I do not fully regret planning the revenge to get back at Myra and Raghav.

How can I ever regret it when that was what brought Nandini into my life?

Yes, I do regret my behavior, and I have countless times apologized to Nandini in the last two weeks after we returned home post Rishabh's arrest.

She says she has forgiven me and it is time to move on from the past.

When she had said that, she had such hopeful smile on her lips that I had to control every fiber of my body to stop myself from giving in to the temptation and kissing her.

I stopped because I still am not sure what we are right now. Nandini says she has forgiven me, but I am still not sure if she wants to stay married to me and give us one more chance.

Although I have fallen for her, I am not sure if Nandini reciprocates the feelings I have for her.

The first time I had realized my love for her, I had also realized how it felt to love someone. To truly and genuinely fall in love.

But after seeing the way with which Nandini handled her parents, and the way she dealt with Rishabh, it was then I fell for her some more.

Well, to be honest, I have been fall for her some more every single day.

When walks into the room after freshly getting showered, the few strands of her hair clinging to her glowing and beautiful face even without makeup.

When she slightly smiles when she sees me gazing at her in the mirror while she gets ready seated in front of the dressing table.

When she laughs at my jokes, calling them so lame that the sheer lameness of them make them funny to her.

When she sobs in my arms at night, telling me about the bits and pieces of her past.

She is still healing from everything that has happened, and I know it will take time for her to fully come out of it.

But I want to let her know that I will be her every step of the way.

There are times when I see her just staring at nothing, her eyes so wistful that I wonder what she must be thinking about. Then, I see a lone tear sliding down her cheek, and that makes my heart pinch.

Everything about her tugs at my heartstrings.

Maybe this is what it means to love someone. Freeing in some way and binding in others. Being whole when you are with them and missing them when they are apart.

Even now, I miss her. It has just been a few hours that I left, but I can't wait to go home and see her and be with her.

Dipping my hand inside the pocket, I take out the box, imagining Nandini's smiling face when she will see it.