Marrying Mr Unpredictable (COMPLETED✅️)

Ishaan Confusing Arya

Arya:

I entered my room and lay on the bed before Ishaan arrived to avoid an unnecessary argument with him. I couldn't ask him directly about their conversation, and even if I did, it would be of no use. I lay still, feigning sleep as the Ishaan’s footsteps approached. I realized that he had come and sat on the bed beside me.

"Eira, is your mom already asleep?" Ishaan said.

"Yes, she's not feeling well," Eira said.

I felt Ishaan’s gaze on me, analysing my every move. His fingers brushed my forehead, and my pulse quickened. A kiss followed, soft yet intimate. I couldn’t keep my eyes closed; they betrayed my wakefulness.

"Aren’t you asleep?" His tone held a hint of accusation.

I stammered, caught off guard. "I…actually…was trying to…sleep.."

His eyes bore into mine, serious and searching.

"How could you sleep when you heard the unnecessary conversation? Your mind churns with questions, doesn’t it?"

I closed my eyes, embarrassment washing over me. He knew that I had eavesdropped on their conversation.

"People should respect boundaries and avoid prying into personal matters, especially those related to a couple's private life. Unfortunately, some people still cross that line.

Similarly, eavesdropping on others' conversations is impolite, yet it has become a common habit. While I am not responsible for anyone's actions, I do know how to maintain my own privacy.

As for my issue, it's not what you might assume. I promise to share everything with you, as you are my wife. Have some patience and wait for the right time."

I nodded.

"Next time, I shouldn’t find you listening to my conversation secretly. Did you get it?" Ishaan’s stern tone caught me off guard.

"I am sorry," I stammered, unsure how to respond.

"You can directly come and listen to the conversation if you want to know anything," he said, surprising me with his unexpected leniency. I looked at him stunningly.

I had expected anger, not an invitation. Such an unpredictable man! Ride on the giant wheel is better than the life ride with this guy as that makes my head spin less.

"Okay. Leave all this. Tell me, are you hungry? You haven’t eaten anything. Do you feel like eating now? I can order something or prepare it for you," he offered.

“No, that’s fine,” I replied, feeling a little overwhelmed by his sudden concern.

"Really?" His eyes searched mine, as if trying to decipher my thoughts.

"Milk is enough. I'll go and get it," I said, attempting to get off the bed.

"Relax. You play with Eira. I'll bring it for you," Ishaan said, heading towards the kitchen.

"You? Are you going to bring the milk for me?" I couldn’t help but ask, still puzzled by his behavior.

"Why not? Is that a crime?" His playful smile made my heart dance for a moment. "That’s fine. I commit crimes—both real and sweet ones, of course."

Sweet crimes? What did he mean? I shook my head, feeling both confused and strangely drawn to this unpredictable man. Why was I enjoying our interactions? It was as if he held the key to a mystery I couldn’t resist exploring. There's some magic in this man that's making me insane.

Ishaan brought milk for me and began chatting with Eira about the delightful evening we had spent together. As I watched him, a warm feeling of happiness settled within me. But my mind couldn't help but contrast this with memories of my past.

Varun, my ex-husband, was a different story altogether. He cared little for my pain. He forced me to do household chores even during my menstrual cycle or when I was unwell. His punishments were cruel—beating Eira if I dared to defy him, And when night fell, he claimed me as his possession, my body a battleground of surrender and survival. I learned to push through sickness, to rise from fevered beds, just to avoid his wrath.

But Ishaan is too different. When I felt dizzy, he insisted I stay in bed, taking care of me without hesitation. His kindness and consideration are a stark contrast to my past experiences.

"Hello," Ishaan teased, "stop staring at me like you're about to devour me. You might just fall madly in love with me, baby." His playful tone made me smile. Eira slept peacefully on his lap, and without overthinking it, I nestled beside her , sharing the warmth of his presence. I glanced up at him, half-expecting a scolding for resting on his lap without permission, but instead, he smiled and patted my shoulder softly, as if tucking me in for a nap. In that quiet moment, I realized that sometimes, warmth wasn’t just about physical proximity; it was the comfort of being accepted and cherished.

But how do I make this happiness last? If Ishaan shares his secret with me only then, I can do something to solve it. And if he treats me this well as his wife, how would he treat me if he truly loves me?

"Dad, you know what? You are the best," Eira said, kissing Ishaan on his cheek.

"Really? If my princess says so, that might be true. But what's the reason behind that?" Ishaan said.

Eira looked at me, and I understood that she too remembered Varun. Kids' minds are so delicate, and unfortunately, his cruelty is imprinted on her mind. I signaled her not to say anything to Ishaan.

"Tell me, princess," Ishaan said, and Eira stayed silent. Ishaan looked at me.

"Eira, tell me one thing.  Are you mommy's baby or papa's princess?" Ishaan said.

"I am Eira. Just Eira. Like mom, I also will be just me, nothing more than that," Eira said.

"Who told you to be like your mom?"

"Gra....."

"Eira, it's getting late. Sleep now," I said, gently redirecting the conversation away from the weighty matters that had crept into our cozy moment.

Ishaan's expression shifted, and the playful tone vanished. "What are you trying to hide from me, Arya?"

"Arya, I know I haven't shared everything about myself, but when the time comes, I will tell you. And I can handle it by myself. But when it comes to you, I want you to share everything with me. I want my wife and daughter to be safe. If your secrets ever put either of you in trouble,you will see the Ishaan who's familiar to everyone including my great family," Ishaan said, in a warning tone.

I met his gaze, feeling the weight of his words. "I too need the right time to tell you everything," I replied, hoping he'd understand.

"Fine. But let me tell you this: Eira is just a kid. At this tender age, she needs love, compassion, and fun—not inspirational speeches. Let her bloom slowly, find her own way. Kids who bear too much and try to be mature too early often end up stressed or coldhearted adults."

Was he talking about Eira or sharing his own experience?

"I was forced to teach her strength at this age because of Varun, but now I think she'll thrive in a better environment, surrounded by love," I said, patting Eira's head. She stirred slightly, her dreams carrying her away from our grown-up concerns. I hoped she'd continue to be just Eira—unburdened by the shadows of the past, free to be herself.

Hi everyone, how is this episode? There's so much more to explore and they need time to heal each other along with Eira. Abuse faced at childhood and domestic violence are tough to heal as the scars remain for so long. Let's see how these fragile hearts find that heal in the company of each other.