Roshini was looking at Ayaan, she wiped the threatening tears and walked towards him.
"I understand you married me as we're forced. Now that my sister came, this marriage will not-"
Ayaan pulled her through her arm and pushed the rougue strand behind her ear.
"How did you think that I will leave you that easy!" He whispered into her ears and this time she didn't faint listening to the same sentence.
Roshini yelped in pain though he was in the subdue of the thoughts about her leaving him.
"Ayaan, leave her." Mathew insisted and he was hesitant to do that.
"No, today she will learn the truth. Enough of being hidden from the truth." Ayaan vowed to show the truth to her.
"Ayaan, she is still recovering." Aaryan interjected to earn a death glare in return. Aaryan mumbled some incoherent words and left the room.
That man is impossible to persuade.
"Ayaan, I don't know but my only advise is to take it slow." Divya implored and left the room to convince her so called family.
Ayaan retreated his attention to his wife who was scared of him by now. Well, that's nothing new to him.
"Rosh, you go out." Mathew muttered though the couple were staring each other. If Ayaan is left alone then it would lead only to any destruction.
Ayaan glanced at Mathew and pulled Roshini along with him.
The family saw that but none understood what and why it was happening. Ayaan was reluctant to marry and here it was something else.
"Kaushalya, what's happening?" Gayatri questioned her daughter-in-law. Kaushalya looked at her son and Roshini. She knew the truth should be revealed.
"Atthaya, Roshini is Ayaan's wife." She replied and Gayatri Devi was confused.
"Of course, she is his wife, Kaushalya." Gayatri Devi retorted with the puzzles of Kaushalya.
"She was his wife and also, is his wife." Kaushalya replied and Gayatri Devi was surely astonished with the sudden words.
"Kaushalya, what are you saying?"
"It is the truth Atthaya. That is why we are doing to their home for dinner to have a clear explanation of the past." Kaushalya explained and the rest were silent trying to cope with the sudden truth.
"That means, Roshini Vadina is actually my Vadina!" Dhanya beamed in happiness changing the atmosphere.
"Dhanya, stop jumping and squealing. Now, take him, I have to meet my friends." Thara passed Amal to her who immediately put a sobbing face.
"He is really the son of Ayaan." Kaushalya giggled seeing the little drama king and attention seeker.
"But he has his mother's eyes." Thara grinned and Kaushalya hummed with a smile. At last, the happiness is seemingly returned to their home.
"Akka, I'm going to meet my friends." She informed and left.
Ayaan dragged his wife him looking at from his peripheral view.
"You want to leave me?" He questioned making her look at him forcefully. Tears rolled on her cheeks which become invisible for him.
"Tell me Roshu, you want to leave me?" His question was remained but not his tone. It was getting deeper and colder with the passing time.
Her yelps and hisses gone deaf to his ears. His hold was still firm and rough.
"You know I have been waiting for you from ten months. Ten months, fifteen days to be precise. I has been searching for you like a maniac and when the fate finally made us meet again, you are saying that you want to leave me. How can I bear all this?" He punched his fist on the wall and she whimpered at his out burst.
Her gaze fell on the oozing blood out of his knuckles and she completely neglected his words. The red stains on his tanned skin was disturbing her mental state.
He sighed and grunted for his out burst and closed his eyes.
"We met before?" She mumbled and if he wasn't close to her then he would never listen it.
"Yes." He answered in a calm voice. She was already scared of him and he can't increase it anymore.
"I'm sorry, it's just when you implied that you will leave me, I couldn't control myself." She hummed at his explanation. Her eyes refused to maintain any eye contact with him.
Before the conversation could lead further, Dhanya knocked on the door with the crying little drama king.
"Annayya, take him. He is showing his tantrums again." Dhanya whined and Amal was throwing his hands at Ayaan.
"Haan, I will give you to him. Don't over act." Dhanya snorted and passed Amal to Ayaan.
"Vadina, Kaushalya Amma told me she wants to talk to you now. She is in the kitchen." Dhanya did her duty and left the room.
"You go, I will handle him." Ayaan asserted to none in particular. She wasn't waiting for his answer but only staring at Amal who was in his father's warm and safe embrace.
When Amal calmed down and she left the room.
"Atthaya, Dhanya told me that you wanted to talk to me." Kaushalya smiled at Roshini and instructed the house helper to pending work. They walked towards Kaushalya's room.
"Roshini, how are you now?" Kaushalya asked her, it wasn't much time she had a medical problem and her son wasn't helping her health anyway.
"I'm fine Atthaya."
"Roshini, I know there would be many questions in your mind. I know Ayaan would have something and left you with unclear conclusions. Don't take stress kanna, all your doubts would be cleared tonight." Kaushalya explained to Roshni. Mental pressure was something that many couldn't handle.
"But, how does he know me?" Roshini asked in returning ignoring her soothing words.
"You're were his wife Roshini. You're the only one in his life." Kaushalya answered with a smile. Indeed, she was just like how he told Amal when the little brat would refuse to sleep.
Roshini was stunned listening to her words. "Atthaya, what are you saying? I don't know him before our marriage." Roshini blurted but Kaushalya beat it off.
"It's not you don't know him. You forgot some years of your life and he was part of that forgotten life." Kaushalya explained briefly leaving the detailed explanation to her son.
"I saw how he used to cry for you in the nights, his long sleeps to bask in the darkness and waking up only for Amal. He left no thread of your quest but fate has others plans for you." Kaushalya cupped her face, and continued, "Now, I'm relieved Roshini, you're back in his life. Though we named him Ayaan, you're the real brightness on his life." Kaushalya kissed her forehead and Roshini felt her heart at peace after some of her doubts were cleared.
"Don't stress and I said all this only to relieve that. Now, go and take rest." She ordered like a mother and Roshini smiled.
"Shall I go to my old room?" She wasn't clear where she should go.
"No, you can go to Ayaan's room if you're comfortable. Not that Ayaan is going to agree with that." She muttered the last part to herself and Roshini paced towards the room after a smile.
Standing in front of the door, she heard Ayaan talking to Amal.
"I know, I know she's your mother. But remember she's my wife first and then your mother. So, when will come now, stop putting a sobbing face to gain her attention ok?" Ayaan sounded like a jealous husband, a husband who is jealous of his own child.
Shaking her head, she knocked on the door to shut his childish banter. Ayaan yelled a 'come in' and the door opened with a creaking noise.
"You don't have to knock on the door. It's your room as much as mine." He added looking at her petite form.
As if taking the cue, Amal let out a giggle indicating his father about his further actions.
"You are definitely not pulling any stunt." Ayaan countered to his giggle for which the little brat rolled his eyes playfully.
Ayaan was stunned seeing that. This infant boy was more sassy than a grown up girl, who was his wife.
"You need anything?" His eyes softened, which was only for family.
"No, I just wanted to sleep." She yawned. She blacked out for 10 hours and she's sleepy again!
"Okay, I will go then." He stood up and Amal let out a sob as if waiting for a perfect opportunity.
The sobs turned into cries with time, and Ayaan glared at the little brat.
"You can sleep, I will take him with me." His sobs increased when Ayaan turned around to go out.
"It's okay, you can leave him here." Roshini whispered and Ayaan pitied himself.
Putting Amal on the bed, he went towards the closet for his diapers. Changing his diapers, he handed the little brat to Roshni and walked out of the room.
Roshini looked at the door until he disappeared and then at Amal who was already staring at her.
"Do you know me?"
Amal chuckled followed by her at the sight of his laughing face. Both drifted into a peaceful sleep ignoring the troubles and problems.
Ayaan isn't ready to lose his wife again! But what about her? Would she agree?
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