Her Saviour

48. Relief

Nitya was sitting near the window of her room, her hairs open with water dripping, coffee in her hand, wearing an oversized black shirt with shorts not visible under it, looking outside at the raindrops falling on the window. She heard the door click and some footsteps. She recognized the footsteps to be her husband's, but she didn't have the strength enough to turn back and meet his eyes as she kept on looking out, feeling drained completely.

Shivansh looked at his wife. Only her back was visible to him, and he noticed her in his shirt, sipping her coffee.

"She must have plugged in earphones. No worries, I will get freshened up and then meet her." He thought, looking at his drenched self, and ran to the bathroom directly.

While he was in the bathroom, a knock was heard on the door. Nitya furrowed her brows and looked back to see the maid standing there with a cup in a tray.

"Shivansh sir asked for tea." She said in a small voice while Nitya grumbled, thinking "Why doesn't she call him Bhaiya like others?"

"Keep it here." Nitya said, turning back to look outside again.

"Give it to me." Shivansh said coming out of the closet in black pants with his chest bare for his wife and rubbing his hair with a towel while the marks were still there.

Nitya's eyes went to the maid as her eyes lingered on his body for more than a minute, especially where the marks were and her face showed some jealousy. In normal circumstances, she might not have cared, knowing well her husband is hers, but in the situation right now, where her mood was already dampened, she is not going to let her be.

"You are getting paid to do work and not to stare at my husband." She snapped harshly at the young lady who got frightened and looked down instantly.

Shivansh looked at Nitya shocked to see her talking like that for the first time.

"Put the tray on the table there and leave." She said, standing up from her chair and putting down her cup harshly.

Closing the door after the maid, she turned to her husband, who was smiling in fear.

"And you, Mr. Yaduvanshi, if you know someone else is in the room apart from your wife, then please wear your shirt. I can't bear other women lusting over you." She scolded him, going back to her chair sitting there.

Shiv whistled, looking at her, "Looking hot and acting hot. What's the matter, Janeman?" He said, laughing, taking a sip of his tea and following her.

She didn't answer him as she took her cup in her hand and looked outside at the rain.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, noticing her dampened mood, which seemed usually different from her normal mood swings. Because this time she was not keeping her feelings inside her but lashing them out in anger.

Nitya wanted to tell him, but the fear of seeing disgust or hate in his eyes was scaring her. But she knew it was wrong of her to hide something from him when she asked all about his life, and he told without any hesitation.

Nitya looked at him to see him looking at her with a smile. She never wanted to snatch that smile, but she didn't want to hide something so important from him.

"Shiv." She called him with the fear clear in her voice.

He looked at her, and her trembling voice and nervous expression scared him more than anything. He expected something worse when she spoke.

"What if I tell you someday that I am not a virgin?" She said with a frightened voice.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" He asked, totally disregarding her previous statement, and fear built up in Nitya's heart as she shook her head in no.