He sighed and pulled her closer such that her back was against his chest and she gasped. He could feel her heavy breathing and wildly racing heart.

"Look at me Saira."

He called softly and kissed her shoulder rubbing her arms trying to calm her down.

He slowly turned her around and she looked at him teary eyed. He cupped her face and asked.

"Kya hua? I am sorry if I was too loud."

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

"You-you were angry. I've always seen papa slap or hit mumma with a belt when he was angry. Mujhe laga-"

She didn't complete her sentence and he stiffened. She thought he would hit her?

"I wasn't angry Saira. Just irritated aur bhi not because of you. And even if I am ever angry I won't ever raise my hand let alone hit you. Never meri jaan."

He whispered and she hugged him sobbing in his chest.

"I love you Karan."

She whispered making him go still. He didn't know what to say. He just hugged her tighter kissing her head.

After that day Karan had realised one thing. A person who had seen their mother being hit all their life on every small thing wouldn't hit anyone without a reason.

He hadn't got a chance to ask Rajiv what had actually happened. But Rajiv hadn't reacted or done anything so far. Maybe he too has forgotten about it.

Only if he knew how wrong he was.

"Saira!"

Rajiv called her making her look at him shocked. He never talked to her directly.

"I want to eat chicken yaar."

Saira looked at Karan. They were non-vegetarian? Why did he never tell her? But she never saw him eating it after marriage.

"Umm-chicken?"

"Haan. Wo khaata hai."

Karan replied still typing something on his laptop.

"Umm-kya khaana hai? Mai order kr deti hu."

"Crispy chicken tikka. And please you make it na."

She looked at him wide eyed. Make it? Like with her own hands?

"Mai? Banau?"

She asked to reconfirm and looked at Karan wide eyed when he nodded. Karan raised his hands in mock surrender thinking Rajiv was teasing her.

"Mai devar bhabhi ke beech nhi phass raha."

He failed to notice Rajiv's dirty smirk. Just then Karan recieved a call and Rajiv got up walking towards Saira.

"Come on Saira. Pehli baar kuch demand kia maine. Won't you do it? Chichen fridge mai rakha hai. Youtube pr dekh kr bana do na."

"Lekin Rajiv mai-"

"Bhaiya ko kaisa lagega when he will get to know you couldn't fulfill one wish of his brother."

He pretended to be sad and Saira looked at Karan who was busy in his call with his back towards her.

"Umm-ok."

She mumbled weakly and Rajiv hugged her making her a little awkward.

Rajiv smirked at his plan being successful. Karan saw them from the corner of his eyes but let it slide thinking that Rajiv didn't have bad intentions.

Saira went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She almost puked at the sight of the chicken.

She closed the door back and took a deep breath. Closing her eyes she put the chicken on the slab.

She switched on a video and tried to imitate what the video taught.

The intense smell of the chicken made her nauseous. She covered her nose with her dupatta and just as she touched the chicken she felt her stomach gave up.

She went to the sink and puked everything out. Rajiv smirked seeing her discomfort while Karan ran towards the kitchen hearing her puke.

"Saira!"

He held her and supported her. She cleaned her mouth and slumped back against him. He picked her up bridal style and she hid her face in his neck.

"I am sorry. I tried."

She mumbled and he took her to their room not understanding anything. He made her sit and wiped her tears.

"Why are you crying? Kya hua?"

She told him everything and Karan felt angry. At Rajiv.

"Listen to me Saira. It's not your fault. Lekin aaj ke baad you are not doing anything you are not comfortable with. Chahe jis marzi ki demand ho. You are not comfortable it's not happening. End of discussion."

He said and she hugged him mumbling an 'I love you' making him smile.

"I'll handle that stupid brother of mine now. You rest."

He went down trying to calm his anger.

"Your chicken is ordered. Next time usse tang mat krna."

He said in an emotionless tone and Rajiv scowled.

"What the hell bhaiya? Why did you stop her? Krne dete na."

"Tameez se Rajiv. She is my wife. And she doesn't do anything she is uncomfortable with."

He glared and started walking away when he stopped and said.

"And one more thing. Don't touch her again. She isn't comfortable."

He warned and Rajiv chuckled humourlessly.

"It was supposed to be a revenge marriage na bhaiya? You are falling weak."

He said but Karan didn't pay any head. He went to his room and saw his wife sitting in front of the dressing table doing her nighttime routine.

She looked at him and gave him and wide smile.

Rajiv was wrong. Karan wasn't falling weak.

He was falling in love. With his wife.

She raised her eyebrows at him when he continued to look at her. He sauntered towards her and held her hand pulling her into his chest.

He kissed her softly making her clutch his t-shirt and nuzzled his nose into hers after pulling back.

"I love you."

He whispered making her look at him surprised. Her expressions slowly changed and a wide grin took over her lips.

She squealed like a college girl and hugged him tightly making him chuckle. He picked her up and twirled her around making her giggle.

The room filled with their laughter while someone else burned.
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