Jaane kya rokta tha mujhe usse mohabbat karne se,
Uski mohabbat se nahi, mujhe uski deewangi se dar lagta tha
Naira's pov
I decided to cook dinner for Yuvaan tonight. I know he'll probably scold me if he finds out I cooked. After all, he hired a maid to handle that, but I told her not to come today. I wanted to make this meal for him myself-to finally talk through everything that's been happening up between us and clear out these misunderstandings. Tonight, I'm going to ask him everything that's been on my mind. I need to know if he's interested in our baby, in our marriage, in us.
As I was thinking all this, my cravings kicked in again. I wanted chocolate-specifically the ones Dev gave me. I searched the whole house, every corner of the kitchen, but they were nowhere to be found. Where did the chocolates go? I'll have to ask Yuvaan to get me some tomorrow.
I spent the evening making all his favorite dishes, carefully preparing everything just right. I even put on that bodycon dress he bought for me, hoping he'd notice. Now, I'm just waiting for him. It's almost eleven, and he still isn't here. He's always late, so this isn't surprising. But still, part of me keeps hoping he'll come home a little earlier, for me... and for our baby.
I let out a soft sigh, placing my hand over my sixth-month baby bump. "You know, bache, your papa is always late. But sometimes... I just wish he'd come home sooner. For us. I wish he'd be a little more involved, show more interest in taking care of us."
I took a deep breath, pushing down my doubts. Tonight, I'll finally ask him everything. I just hope he's ready to answer.
After an hour of waiting, I finally heard his car horn. I jolted awake, realizing I'd slept on the dining table. Yuvaan walked in, looking exhausted, barely looking in my direction as he loosened his tie and headed straight towards his room. I quickly got up and followed him, holding my belly as I hurried after him.
"Did you eat dinner?" I asked softly, catching up to him. He just shook his head no, barely looking at me. I took a deep breath, not to let his coldness discourage me. "I made dinner for you," I told him.
As expected, he frowned and scolded me for cooking, knowing it could be tiring for me. But I brushed off his complaints and gently took his hand, insisting he join me for dinner. With a sigh, he gave in and followed me to the table.
He sat down as I started serving the food, watching him closely as he took his first bite. "How is it?" I asked, my voice filled with hope. "It's good". He mumbled and a smile spread across my face.
Then, I gathered the courage to ask, "Do you like the dress I'm wearing?" It was the dress he'd bought me, one I'd picked out specially to impress him tonight.
He looked up, his eyes lingering on me for a moment. "You look hot in it," he said, giving me a quick peck on the lips. But something about the way he said it felt... off, almost like he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear.
Once he finished eating, I began cleaning up the table, still feeling a strange. Suddenly, he pinned me hard against the table's edge. A sharp pain shot through my hip, and I winced. Before I could say anything, he leaned in, his voice low and rough. "This dress looks better on the floor than on you," he murmured, his lips brushing mine in a hard, possessive kiss.
I felt a mix of emotions-confusion, and even a hint of fear. This wasn't what I expected tonight to be, but maybe it was his way of showing he cared. Or... was it? My mind was racing, but I silenced the questions for now, hoping I'd find the answers I needed soon.
I tried to focus on cleaning, but he was relentless, his kisses growing more demanding. I managed to pull back just enough to murmur, "Yuvaan... I'm still working."
