He was her saviour,
She was his strength.
♡ Mira Rathore ♡
After facing twenty-five years of abuse from her own family, Mira got bitter toward emotional ties. To her, it was an illusion.
Her entire life was trapped in darkness and her pasts still h...
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FLASHBACK
"How much would it cost you to switch off the laptop and take some rest?" I said, my irritation growing as I watched Siddharth working tirelessly for hours.
If I had been better at showing my emotions I would have told him to stop overworking as it aches me to see him getting all stressed up.
He has been working constantly for days without even taking a break and I couldn't help but wonder if he couldn't see how worried I was about him, working late into the night without taking care of himself.
It's been six months since I married Siddharth Singh Rajput, and for half a year, I've been wrestling with my heart, trying to convince myself that he means nothing more to me than the person I was being forced to marry. Yet here I am, struggling helplessly to halt my growing feelings for the only person who's ever loved me selflessly.
From the beginning of our marriage, Siddharth has enveloped me with a kind of love that broke the icy walls around my heart and though his love was a balm to my wounded soul, my heart is still not ready to let him show any emotions I've started feeling for him in these past months.
I'm still haunted by the fear that if I let my feelings be conveyed, I'll suffer another heartbreak just like my family inflicted upon me but in all these past months Siddharth has been trying to stitch the pieces of my heart which he didn't even shatter.
I still can't forget our first night together when I accused him of ruining my life. That night, I even feared he might force himself on me but he has always proved me wrong.
God, that man does not even hold my hand without my permission, let alone forcing me.
He's become my rock in these past months.He took care of me, making sure I felt safe in his arms and I've failed to realize just how much I've grown fond of his presence. Just how much I've begun to yearn to care for him.
As the days turned into months, Siddharth and I grew closer. I couldn't help but notice his insecurities and fears. Though everyone thinks that Siddharth Singh Rajput is a ruthless man, I have seen him beneath those covers. I have seen how he gets insecure about every little thing. How he always wants to make everyone else happy but always forgets to look after himself and despite my desire to resist, I found myself looking out for him, wanting to take care of him in my own subtle ways. I longed to comfort him as he's always comforted me, assuring him that everything would be okay and encouraging him not to stress too much. But I lack the courage to speak those words. I lack the courage to show my emotions toward him.
"Mira," his voice gently pulled me from my wandering thoughts. "It will just take half an hour to wind everything up." he said, " You can go to bed." He completed the remaining statement while offering me a faint smile.
