There are incidents i wrote on my dairy and i remember many things. There are few changes in words where actually we spoke..Continuation of the story.She went to the washroom while I ordered breakfast. After we ate together, I told her to get ready. She teased me, saying, “You step out of the room and wait for me.”I smirked and replied, “No, I’ll get ready first. You always take forever anyway.”She gave me a bold look and said, “Why should you step out? I’m your wife—I can see you.”I replied - “If that’s the case, then even I can see you and every inch of you.Without saying a word, she stepped out, calling her mom as she walked. I quickly got ready and was out of the room within five minutes.She went back inside and closed the door. I headed down to the lobby, sat on the couch, and started scrolling through my phone. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed—her name flashing on the screen.“Where are you?” she asked softly.“In the lobby,” I replied.“She asked me to come back to the room.When I stepped back into the room, my eyes locked on her and I couldn’t move for a moment. She stood there in a parrot-green saree with a sleeveless blouse that hugged her curves perfectly—her waistline showing, her cleavage teasing through the drape. She looked smoking hot, like a fantasy come alive.I grabbed my phone, as I am pretending to dial.Me: Sir, you wanted a heroine for your next film, right? I’ve found one—she’s gorgeous, sexy, and right in front of me Shwetha: “Shut up… I’m old now.”I walked up to her, slid my hands around her slim waist, and pulled her body tight against mine. Leaning to her ear, I whispered, “buy yourself a pair of glasses. Any man would die to see you like this… you look fucking amazing.She blushed, wrapped her hands around my neck, and said, “You make me fall for you every single day… you are such a lover boy.”Me: “Yes… I am your lover boy,” I said as I moved in to kiss her.She immediately leaned back and said, “No… not now, my lipstick will spoil.”I sighed, “That’s like keeping my favorite cake in front of me and telling me not to eat even a piece. It’s not fair.”Shwetha: “Not just a piece… you can have the full cake. Be patient, my pati dev.”Then she asked me to take her photos. We clicked a few pictures together and left for the wedding..Before reaching the venue, we had already decided on a lie—she would say she had another event nearby, and I’d say I had come down to my native place, so it looked casual that we both ended up at the wedding.The wedding itself was simple but intimate, set up in her farm. A small tent, barely fifty people… but my eyes were only on her.Our mutual friend was excited to see us together and started asking questions, so we stuck to the story we had planned. Shwetha kept the conversation going with her, while I quietly slipped away and took a seat.That’s when I noticed it—every man there had his eyes glued to Shwetha. The way her saree hugged her curves, the way her blouse revealed just enough… they were undressing her with their eyes. And I couldn’t even deny it—I was doing the same, getting hard just looking at her.A few minutes later, she got a call and walked outside to take it. When she returned, she quietly sat beside me. I wanted every man there to know she was mine, so I stretched my arm across the back of her chair, a silent claim. She immediately gave me a sharp, annoyed look—the kind that needed no words. Her eyes flicked at my hand and back at me, clearly saying, “Behave.”I chuckled under my breath and pulled my arm back, respecting her unspoken command. Soon the wedding rituals began, and everyone got busy. My friend’s father came over, chatting warmly. I casually asked, “Uncle, can we take a look around the farm?”He nodded with a smile. “Of course, go ahead.”I turned to Shwetha, expecting her to agree, but she shook her head firmly. “No… I’m not interested.”I let it go, but she added, softer this time, “If you really want to go, you can. It’s fine.”Leaning closer, I whispered, “And leave my girl alone here? What if someone tries to steal you away from me?”She looked sharply into my eyes and didn’t react, just letting the silence weigh between us.I leaned closer, keeping my voice low. “I mean it… if I go alone, it’s not worth it. You’ll get bored, I’ll get bored. It’s better if we stay together. Always.”Her faint smile vanished. Her eyes softened, but her words were heavy. “Always? Once you go back to Bangalore, you’ll go to your home… and I’ll go back to hell.”By hell, she meant her husband’s house.I exhaled slowly, choosing every word with care. “I know, Shwetha. But when I return home tomorrow, I’ll be carrying a bundle of memories of us. I’ll cherish them, replay them, live them again and again… until the next time I see you. That’s why every second, every single minute with you right now is priceless to me.”Her eyes shimmered, a glint of vulnerability breaking through. “Do you really mean that? Spending time with me… it’s that important for you?”I smiled, steady and without hesitation. “Yes… it is.”She turned her face away, staring into the distance, lost in her thoughts.“What is it?” I asked softly.She shook her head, whispering, “Nothing…”But I couldn’t stop myself. “Shwetha… whatever has happened from morning until now, and whatever happens until tomorrow, I want to hold it close. I want to keep rewinding it, replaying it, over and over again.”She suddenly cut me off, turning sharply. “Tomorrow? We’re returning today itself, right?”I took a breath, bracing myself. “Actually… I didn’t tell you. I planned something for you. Can we stay back tonight?”Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. “What? No way! My parents will kill me if I don’t return today. We had already planned to go back today—you know that. Why did you plan something behind my back? What is this, hmm? You didn’t tell me a word earlier, and now suddenly you’re dropping this on me?”Her voice carried a mix of frustration and fear—not because she didn’t care, but because she knew how dangerous this was.I lifted my hands slightly, trying to calm her. “If I had told you earlier, it wouldn’t have been a surprise. I know it’s risky… but can’t you just ask at home once, give some reason? Please… for us?”But she shook her head firmly, her voice breaking with certainty. “No. My parents won’t agree. We have to leave after the event. And don’t forget—my husband is coming home too. I already lied about so many things just to be here with you… Now again i can't.She looked away, her face tense with worry. I could see how torn she was—caught between the love her heart longed for, and the prison of the life she couldn’t escape.I understood something had happened and she got worried about that. I tried to calm her down.Me – “Ok… as you wish, we will leave after the wedding.”Shwetha – “Ok… thank you,” she said, turning her face toward the stage.But I could sense it—some worry, some nervousness was building inside her head. Her smile had faded, and though her eyes were fixed on the rituals, her mind was clearly elsewhere.A few minutes later, her phone vibrated. She checked the screen, and I instantly noticed the color drain from her face. She stood up quickly.“I’ll just… take this call,” she muttered, walking out of the hall.When she came back, her face was red—it looked like she had either shouted, cried, or was burning with anger inside.I leaned toward her gently.Me – “Is everything fine?”Shwetha – “Yes, it is.”But her tone wasn’t convincing.Me – “You look worried…”Shwetha – “Nothing like that.”Me – “Ok… but if you want anything, I’m here. You can ask me.”Shwetha – “Nothing like that. I don’t want anything… thank you.”She turned her head toward the stage, trying to focus on the wedding rituals.I didn’t push further. Instead, I slowly reached for her hand and held it firmly, grounding her. She didn’t resist—she just kept her gaze fixed on the stage, but I could feel the slight tremor in her fingers.I didn’t speak. I didn’t want to break her silence. Sometimes words only make the wound deeper. So I just held her hand tightly, letting her know—without saying it—that I was there, and I wasn’t going anywhere.As the chants and music of the wedding filled the air, we sat like that—two people lost in different storms, but tied together by one silent touch.A few minutes later she said softly, “I want to go out.”I held her hand and led her outside the tent. We began walking toward the farm. The midday sky was cloudy, a cool breeze brushing against us, but between us there was only silence. She kept her eyes lowered, lost in a storm of thoughts. I didn’t disturb her, just walked beside her.Finally, to break the ice, I said, “I want to buy some land or a house in a place like this… it feels so calm and peaceful.”She only murmured, “Hmm,” her voice thin, almost absent.I glanced at her and continued, my words slower this time. “But I don’t want a place that only looks calm on the outside while a volcano is waiting to burst inside…” I paused, my gaze fixed on her. "like you.”Shwetha stopped, turned to me with a sharp look. “What?”I took a breath, my voice low and steady. “I know you’re worried about something. I don’t want to ask what it is… because I know if you speak about it, it will only hurt you more. But I also can’t see you like this.”She blinked, her lips parting, but no words came out.“I know you don’t want to share it with me,” I continued softly. “And that’s okay. But I can do only this…”I stepped closer, gently wrapping my arms around her. She stiffened for a second, then slowly melted into my embrace. Hugging her tightly, I whispered, “I’m with you. Don’t worry.”And we just stood there, holding each other in silence for two long minutes—the breeze carrying away everything we couldn’t say out loud..Please give your response to my story and stay tuned for the next part.Please feel free to contact me for any kind of feedback at my email ID – vickyallstory@gmail.com
