The Diamond

56. Don't be Ashamed

Author's pov

"And don't be ashamed of your scars from me. This is the body carrying my child, the scars won't affect my devotion for it." Amrit said.

Hearing this Manheer couldn't control her tears and instantly hugged him.

Amrit took a deep breath and held the back of her neck with one hand and patted her back with another.

The only sound around was that of running water from taps and sobs of Manheer's cries.

Amrit didn't say anything.

The silence was required in the moment.

They say some words make you feel touched, but the silence is always deafening.

And here, the silence spoke louder than words as well.

The hug and those cries were very much needed.

Amrit tightened his grip on her and closed his eyes inhaling her scent behaving like a deadly beast who just got his possession back.

His state was indescribable.

Revenge, violence and destruction is all his heart and soul craved for.

I promise I will make him pay for each and every tear of you. He vowed to himself.

He caressed her hair with one hand while holding her waist with another and said, "ro lo meri jaan, apna saara dard baant lo. Apne man mein kuch bhi na rakhna."

(Cry my love. Share all your pain. Don't keep anything in your heart.)

Manheer broke the hug and looked at him.

"Main kyu rou, roye mere dushman." She said while cleaning her face like a baby at which they both laughed.
(Why should I cry? Let my enemies cry.)

"Zarur, roenge vo." Amrit said to which Manheer took lightly. But he knew why he said that.
(For sure they will cry)

"Am-", before she could finish her sentence, he gently slided her kurta down her shoulder while still holding her neck softly.

But this time, she didn't protest.

Instead she closed her eyes.

He removed her clothes and put some rose petals in the bathtub.

"The water isn't hot right?" He confirmed.

"Ahmm.. it's perfect." She replied.

How funny it is.

There he was burning Abhay down with hot water. And here he is making sure the temperature is perfect.

She sat comfortably in the bathtub while her eyes were still closed.

Amrit came behind her head and opened her hair.

The tangled hair.

He gently poured water on it and started massaging it, giving more comfort to her.

Everytime he ran his hands in her hair, it felt like all her pain was vanishing slowly.

She was all naked in the bathtub.

If it was just for the sake of her body, he wouldn't care less and all thoughts of lust would ran down his mind.

But he loved her for her.

All his mind cared about was to make her feel at home.

The scene of the way she flinched with fear when he woke her up before his eyes.

And he hated that.

He lovingly washed her hair and then started massaging her shoulders.

"I am blessed to have a husband like you." She finally broke the silence.